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 to God feeling tired and so humble.

 

So if you feel the same today, like the hat pile is too tall,

Then know that you are not alone, you’re not alone at all.

And above the other hats you wear, above every other thing,

Remember, always wear the hat that declares “I’m the child of a king!”