“The little things matter”
I tell myself as I fold the clothes
“The little things matter.”
I repeat as I wipe my child’s nose
Goodness, I’m tired
My day is made of a million little things
Babies rocked, dishes washed,
The business the day always brings
And yet, the little things matter.
There’s joy in these chores
A mama’s load is heavy
but it glorifies the Lord
The little eyes that watch me
Feel my love as I serve them
A love I pray will one day
Lead them straight to Him
For the little things, they matter
The mundane day to day
The home you clean, the babies you hold
The things you do and say
“The little things matter.”
I once again repeat.
As I hold her little fingers
And rock her little self to sleep.
A Peace of My Mind 