Well Done Ladies...

One Mom's Marathon- Meditations on Hebrews 12:1-3

She pours her coffee bleary-eyed
Foggy minded
Sleep deprived
Scraggly hair in pony tail
Stained pink bathrobe
Smelling stale
She makes her way to the green chair
Pulls out God's Word
And meets Him there
At first her mind will not be still
The library books
The grocery bill
But right there in that common place
She reads and finds
She's in a race
And though she sits there in her home
She discovers
She's not alone
A cloud of witnesses looks from heaven
The faithful ones
From chapter eleven
She hears their voices, sees their faith
Continues reading
About the race
Throw off every weight or sin
That slows you down
Run to win
The weights and sins flash through her mind
Her unbridled tongue
Her use of time
Oh sweet relief to read the phrase,
Look to the founder
Of your faith 
Jesus with joy endured the cross
Despised the shame
Suffered for us
He sits now at the right hand 
Of the Father 
In full command
She sits now and considers Him
Who endured hostility
From sinful men
She sets bare foot to this day's race
She fixes her eyes on 
The throne of grace
She pours the milk with Olympic finesse
Hears a spill
Sees the mess
The great crowd she also sees,
Hears the cheers
Drops to her knees
To clean the milk, not to pray
Like she cleans it
Many days
And while she serves in obscurity
Buttering toast,
Teaching History
She runs slow and steady by the One 
And her heart 
Hears His, "Well done".

By Laurie from "ordinary Mother" blog