HELP! "Sometimes, dear Lord, it seems as tho' the children never stop! They ask and ask, and ask again, until my ears near pop! - "Mum, fix my shoe," "Help brush my hair." "I want another drink." "Come quickly, Mum, I think the cat has fallen in the sink!" - Demands, demands, and more demands, Help, Lord, it's getting tough. I know that mothers should be kind, but this one's had enough! - What's that, Lord? You mean to say These children are in Your plan? To help me learn to grow into A more mature woman? - Dear Lord, I know You gave and gave, Had so much patience too. Help me to see a mother's job can make me more like You. By Jenny Hodgkinson Auckland, New Zealand.
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