Within the Lines

IT seems as if God gathered into His storehouse, from each of our lives, fruit in which He delights. And the daily cross-bearings and self-denials, the bright word spoken when head and heart are weary, the meek endurance of misunderstanding, the steady going on in one unbroken round, with a patient cheerfulness that knows nothing of "moods,"--all these are garnered there, and add to our riches towards Him.
                                         --H. BOWMAN

This sounds as tho it were written about mothering; I fear God has gathered too little fruit from my life.  I pray for grace to grow and abound in this fruit of a life lived unto Him.