I was rummaging through some old suitcases the other day, and came across quite a few of Mom's delightful old magazine's she has saved. As I flipped through one of them this morning, I found a poem that touched my heart. So I decided to share it on our blog!

Have a blessed day in the Lord!

~Sally Beth



The Girl I Used To Be

She came across as I sat alone,
The girl that I used to be,
And she gazed at me with her earnest eyes,
And questioned reproachfully;


"Have you forgotten the many plans
And hoped that I had for you,
The great career, the splendid fame,
All the wonderful things to do?
Where is the mansion of stately height,
With it's grounds and it's gardens rare,
The silken robes that I dreamed for you,
And the jewels for your beautiful hair?"


And as she spoke I was very sad,
For I wanted her pleased with me.
This slender girl from the shadowy past,
The girl I used to be.


So gently arising, I took her hand
And guided her up the stair,
Where peacefully sleeping my babies lay,
Innocent, sweet and fair.
And I told her that they are my only gems,
And precious they are to me;


That my silken robe is my motherhood,
Of costly simplicity,
And my mansion of stately height is love,
And the only career I know,
Is serving each day in it's sheltering walls
For the dear ones who come and go.


And as I spoke to my shadow guest,
She smiled through her tears at me.
And I say that the woman that I am now,
Pleased the girl that I used to be.

~Auther unknown