Archive for Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room

January 4, 2011

This little jewel is from Rev. Mark Goldasich at Sacred Heart Catholic Church.

The author is unknown, but it reminds me also of my father pouring his hot coffee into his saucer to cool. Big old rough and tough farmers, everyone, drank from tiny teacups. It was before mugs came along.

I’ve never made a fortune

And I guess it’s too late now.

But I don’t worry about that much

Because, I’m happy anyhow.

As I go through life’s journeys,

I’m reaping better than I sowed.

For I’m drinking from my saucer,

Because, my cup has overflowed.

I don’t have a lot of riches,

And sometimes the going’s tough.

But I’ve got a family who loves me,

And that makes me rich enough.

So I just thank God for his blessings

And the mercy he’s bestowed.

I’m drinking from my saucer,

Because my cup has overflowed.

I remember times when things went wrong,

And faith grew kind of thin.

But all at once, those dark clouds broke,

And the sun peeped through again.

So, Lord, help me not gripe,

About the tough rows I have hoed.

I’m drinking from my saucer,

Because my cup has overflowed.

And if God grants me strength and courage,

When the ways grow steep and rough,

I’ll not ask for other blessings,

’Cause I’ve been blessed enough.

And may I never be too busy to help another bear his load,

And I’ll keep drinking from my saucer,

Because my cup has overflowed.

Have a wonderful new year. Love you, and God bless.

— Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie 66086; auntnorie@att.net.

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