My Many Hats
Yesterday after a challenging, yet beautiful conversation with one of my friends, she prayed over me, and something she said hit a nerve. She prayed for the many hats I wear and I was reminded of this picture I took the other day while playing with my little girl. As I pondered the prayer and the picture, this poem began to form: My Many Hats To some I am a mother, a wife, a sister, a friend; To others I am a minister in a list that never ends; I wear the hat of cleaner, of gardener and cook, I even wear the hat of the writer of a book. I wear the hat of mentor, of a pastor and a mate, I also am a carer and the one who advocates; There’s the paperwork and letters the admin and finance, And I like to wear a creative hat if I ever get a Chance! The list is overwhelming of the many hats I wear, Often it’s the greatest joy but sometimes I despair! The pile of hats can sometimes slip I fear that they will tumble, That’s when I usually turn t...