Mom’s Ironing Board Lessons #3

Mom’s life lessons from the kitchen

There are two trays of cookies baking in the oven
I can see them through the glass, and I know I’m gonna love ‘em
Mom stands there grinning while she’s working at the sink
And then while I’m staring in, she asks me, “What ‘cha think?”
I ask her what she’s making, and she says it’s birthday cake
Hope I can sneak a taste, ‘cause it smells good, for heaven’s sake
The beaters spin, the bowl, it turns, ingredients pour in
Each measured to exactness, in their needed order, then
It lays upon the batter, just like snow upon the ground
It doesn’t seem to do much, it just goes round and round
Surprised was I, it did not mix, for it was a mixing bowl
Mom said the beaters were required the make the batter whole
The cake would just not taste the same, unless it’s all mixed up
And your drink won’t taste like water, if there’s milk down in your cup
The things you like are good because they’re mixed from other things
Good taste is just the product of the flavor each part brings
And each part on it’s own has not a flavor you’ll enjoy
But when they’re mixed together, you’ll jump and shout, “Oh boy!”
Life is like that chocolate cake, some things we don’t prefer
But blessings will soon win the day, this wisdom straight from her
The joy we have is little things that we don’t see at first
And if we don’t enjoy them, it seems our bubble’s burst
Most things in life we can’t control, though try so hard we may
But my happiness and attitude are things I choose each day
The things that God puts in my bowl, I stir them up and see
If something I don’t think I’ll like, will bring surprise to me
For bad things often work out good, we never seem to know
The blessings heaven’s cooking up for those of us below
Don’t judge the things in your bowl now, and put your faith in God today,
Let Him add the things He gives you, trust His hand to guide your way
Don’t mourn your bowl or cry too long, your loss could then be great
Yes, the cookies in the oven, they will burn if you are late

By Justin Ogden
http://www.thewordinrhyme.wordpress.com
justwords@videomemoriespro.com
Copyright February 17, 2018

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Called to be Oogie’s Wife

Darlene told a friend that she believed her calling was to be Oogie’s wife


Mom believed God was leading you:

Believing God was leading you, to do the things He called you to

She took the chance to be a part, of something that could change the heart

of children there within her reach, or strangers walking on the beach

by living Christianity, for those around to hear and see

and often as she’s helping you, she’d use the skills God gave her too

Where ‘ere you go she’s by your side, together face what ‘ere betide

She followed with you all this time, faithful to stay right in line

Countless lives you’ve touched, and may, be her reward up there today

Mom believed God was leading her:

Her guiding hand and saving grace made our home a saving place

Protect her family, do what’s right, her goal was always shine the light

She team taught us in Sunday School, fun in learning was the rule

Her goal was always help you in, what you were moved to do within

Believed you needed godly kids, who knew God’s ways and what He did

Her life was filled with simple things, happiness and what it brings

Planting gardens, soccer games, reading books and tending flames

She took the life that she’d been given, fought the fight, then moved to heaven

By Justin Ogden

justwords@videomemoriespro.com

Copyright January 29, 2017