Anywho, moving on . . . . . . . It was the usual morning of running around brushing teeth, being a Houdini with Keller's hair, packing up lunch, putting clothes on, prying him away from the TV . . . . all the while we are spelling words for this week. Then at the last minute we squeeze in a cereal bar, or a cup of oatmeal for the car. I know. . . . . it sounds VERY organized doesn't it? I came back inside MAD at myself that I didn't wash my hair, that I didn't get up and do my quiet time, that I didn't have my prayer time . . . . . I sat down read through what I'm working through in my Bible, and opened my prayer app to begin praying. . . . . . ENTER . . . . cooing baby . . . . . . . . ENTER singing three year old on the monitor! As focused as I could be, I rushed through my prayer time. I know, judge me if you will. I've finally realized that a rushed prayer time with distractions in the background is better than nothing at all. I'm not making excuses. I realize that I should NEVER put that time on the back burner, and that I should get up right when the alarms goes off. That way I can enter my quiet time and prayer time with complete focus and dedication. I know ALL of that. However, I am human and many mornings I don't. Why shouldn't we be real with each other and share those parts of ourselves? Instead, so many of us, try to make our lives look like a fairy tale and perfect in every aspect. I'm finally at a place in my spiritual walk where I'm completely and totally okay with admitting that. For many of you who know me well, you know that is a huge step for me.
Fast forward to around 10 am when I walk outside to take the trash out . . . . . . HELLO 64 degrees!!!!! I'm so very glad that I'm that mother, the mother that didn't check the weather, and sent my son in shorts and a T-shirt! Thank you God for your GRACE and watching over my children when I check-out . . . . .