A mother may forget

by Mary Winslow

Oh, how faintly do we realize the wondrous
blessings that await us; the fulness of joy,
and the pleasures that are at God's right hand!

Would that we lived up to them!

This passing world engrosses too much our
thoughts and time, that we forget the Lord
is caring for us, ordering all our concerns in
such a way as that we need be anxious for
nothing; and all we have to do is to rest
upon Him as little helpless children would
do upon the tenderest mother.

A mother may forget, yet He will not forget us!