baby busy bees

olive tackled the bathroom,
wet wipes in her little fist, a determined look 
on her upper lip. 
next room over, 
ben was meticuolously straightening books 
on the bottom shelf in the toy room, 
placing the pillows upright at the 
perfectly measured angle
on the couch.
norah was in the living room, 
arranging the items on the 
coffee table, 
she loves to make things 
visually appealing as she organizes and cleans. 
i stood back with thanksgiving in my heart.
when did all my children become so 
helpful and responsible? 
when did they begin to burst with 
little bits of pride and ownership in 
taking care of what has 
so graciously 
been given to us?
Often the day in and day out, 
it's hard for my tired eyes to see 
any glimpse of fruit of all 
the planting, 
all the harvesting and 
pulling at weeds-
so much mundane repetition, 
do they even hear me?
is anything taking root?
today showed me that something is. 
when i asked them all to each 
pick a room to restore, 
there was no grumbling or complaining. 
there was no comparison or 
grouching about 
who picked the easiest room.
they all just just ascended upon an area 
and got to work. 
thank you, Lord, 
for these good gifts.
Thank you for giving me a glimpse of the fruit. 
May i continue to be faithful in 
stewarding these beautiful offspring
you have given to me 
and continue patiently in the
watering, 
weeding, and 
harvesting..
the fruit will bloom. 
You have promised me this.