My second daughter and our third child was a born a month ago today. Isn’t it interesting, how the moment my son was born I posted; then I tried to post something beautiful and eloquent when my daughter was born and it took two tries. Now, I am a tired, exhausted father of a highly active three almost four year old, a very wiggly two and a half year old defying all attempts to be potty-trained, and a new baby. Where, O Lord, is your well of inspiration to uphold me in this time? I sorely need it.
It has been about a year since the last time I wrote any poetry to this blog, so perhaps I should try my hand at it again.  Here goes:

Today the sun shone after many days of rain
I raked leaves, and noticed their many colored hues.
Tumbling them over into the street for “Leaf Day,”
The sun shone down out of a blue azure sky,
Wanly from the the southwest.
It is, after all, Fall.
Inside a baby’s voice is raised
Inside a mother soothes with milk
Inside fingers tap idly while the baby sucks.
Rest? Renewal? A Peaceful house and heart?
O Lord, teach me to center myself there-even if it’s a dream.  ~stc

Not bad for a rusty dad.  I think, after further reflection, I am tired for many reasons.  One of them is that I have added another part time job to my existing part time job as I seek to fulfill my multifaceted calling.  Yes, I still feel called to outdoor ministry.  Yes, I still feel called to be a good father for my children, and now I am going to add being a part time pastor, just for icing on the cake?  I must be  slightly crazy.  But, God-willing and God-helping, I will do my best.  I pray the Holy Spirit will enable, encourage, and even intercede if necessary!  Perhaps this spreading thin is a chapter, of sorts, that I must read through before I understand whatever lesson it is that I am being taught.

O Lord, I have ears, let me hear!  Amen.