Minding/Counting our 'Much-es' (or Much to Make the Most Of)

(I think Grandsonny might be thinking'h-m-m! Shoulda waited a little longer for these to come out of the oven before biting a muffin...'🤣Of course he tasted these later for lunch dessert!) So much to be thankful for...in the midst of so much to be careful for... (first attempt at making soft tortillas!) they were yummy! in the midst of so much to be prayerful for!! *** Luke 12:48 For everyone to whom much is given, from him much will be required; The reveille of the morning sun rouses mortal to MuchMuch task and obligation run like rivers through our touchMuch beauty to behold freely surprises us with joyAnd cheers us on where much duty deals a tireless employMuch care to kindle prayer from a much-too-forgetful raceAnd where much sin and sorrow bear fruit, praise God, much more grace Much sacred consequence as innocence sheds fledgling gauzeWhere soon evidence manifests much effect from much causeWhere much we once thought hidden is much too plain to denyMuch long aftermath bidden from much-too-hasty replyWhere oh, so much temptation taunts gifted students of WantWith so much education, not found in ink-scripted font Much may seem commonplace until it slips beyond our reachAs much Unknown to face unveils much left to learn and teachWhere Much is a mean Charmer without a much Higher CallThan much dream stripped of glamor lost to Bygone’s shadow-hallWhere, though so much is taken much remains to make much ofMuch wonder to be wakened and shaken from much to love Much to challenge, test and estrange much once we thought we knewWhere though so much is bound to change, the Truth is always trueAnd much we make such fuss about soon fills yesterday’s shoes/newsWhile much of what we trust or doubt will anchor or confuseWhere much abounds to make us glad and sad, and weak and strongAnd much will drive us mad and much will spill in worship’s song So much dismay to humble much that would turn into prideSo much to make us stumble over much not Self-denied Where much of what we touch and taste is much more than we needOh God, so much of what we waste could shelter, clothe and feedWhere Much is like a Fount that brims with Much to share and giveAnd much to give account for, where Much fills each day we live Much trouble to perplex where much more mercy intercedesMuch to allure and vex the troubadour where Order pleadsMuch delight to discover on detours to DestinyMuch to excite the Lover of nature’s pure poetryWhere Much To Make the Most Of is life’s common ground, my friend © Janet Martin Luke 16:10“One who is faithful in a very little is also faithful in much,and one who is dishonest in a very littleis also dishonest in much. Much beauty to behold freely surprises us with joy...