What Matters Most

I walked the week's path and when I came to the end

I looked back to review its long course

But when I saw I'd tread only very few steps

I heaved a great sigh of remorse.

There are weeks that I've run with hardly a rest

And days that I've sat to the side,

And yet those few steps that I'd marked in the dirt

Seemed to snuff out my credible pride.

So there, 'neath the trees, determined to pout

Discouraged and ready to quit

I knelt in the brush, tears stinging my eyes

Till a voice whispered, "You can do it."

And out from the trees came a brilliant man

Full of love, gleaming smile on his face

And he stretched forth his hand, and he lifted me up

And he healed me with his warm embrace

By Lindsay Kay

Copyright Nov '09

This is why I love Sundays. It's as if the Savior himself, with his abundant love, fills me from head-to-toe with determination and a new sense of purpose to get me through another week. He knows our potential is great and he is always willing to remind us, but we cannot do it without him. I love him for his patience, his trust and his love.

This week I will do better, for him.