God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;

gravity and wrinkles
incontinence and gas
although I thank Thee Lord,
for extra wine in my glass

hormonal chaos and night sweats
metabolism with no will to burn
loss of memory and hot flashes
angry joints and nasty heartburn

and let me not forget
although I will for sure
the peril of losing eyeglasses
needed to see anything obscure

oh, and sarcopenia
don’t know what that is?
go look it up on Google
you’ll wish you never did

courage to change the things I can;

toilet paper rolls and bed sheets
a lightbulb and my clothes
T.V. channels and hairstyles
and the way I craft my prose

I guess also the way I look at things
cuz then the things I look at change
like worldviews and opinions
and things I once thought strange

and wisdom to know the difference;

like knowing that when I text someone
I shouldn’t hold the phone up to my ear
because that’s something you only do
when making a phone call, my dear

Or that milk doesn’t go in the pantry
and keys aren’t lost when they’re in my fist
that I’ll have no clue what to buy at the store
if at home is where I leave my grocery list

Living one day at a time;

because I finally realize every day is a gift and worrying forward moves us backward

enjoying one moment at a time;

because peering into the precious, and beautiful, and love-filled is what life is about

accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;

because I’ve come to understand that somehow, someway suffering always breeds new life

taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;

praise God for teaching me well that my way is not even close to the highway

trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His will;

because in 48 years I’ve never once got it right when pushing my agenda

that I may be reasonably happy in this life

which is easier now because I’m well-schooled in rolling with the unpredictable,
seeing beyond petty inconveniences, avoiding the traps of comparison,
and knowing love goes a forever way. Grace.

and supremely happy with Him
forever in the next.

and already beyond happy with Him now


Forward with Grace, crazy Mommas!

A self-described “sappy soul whisperer and sarcasm aficionado,” Shelby is a wife of 27 years & mom of three 20-something kiddos. She has a deep love for Jesus and storytelling, and most days she muses in rhetorical wonder over what God was thinking when He put her in charge of three humans. Although God’s quick to remind her how capable she is, apparently He sometimes does so while crossing His fingers behind His back. You can read her stories around the web and in print at Guideposts.