Lord,O Lord! That wretched, tousled, mongrel pup has rooted all my pansies up. The kids have scattered tinkertoys from here to breakfast (wretched boys!). The girls have left their beds unmade. I feel that I have been betrayed. Surely I deserve better than this! Now they’ve all skittered off to school and left the mess for me to attend to. Drat them. Bless them. Muddleheaded kids – so like me that sometimes I can’t stand them. Made in my own image – that’s for sure. But made as surely, O Lord, in thine. It is this, it is thee within them, to which I am so often blind. There is something worthy – eternal – within each one of them. Help me to see it, shining through. Help them to see it and recognize it and know it is of thee.