You can search this blog for the post about living in the ark. God brought us out of the ark last year. I always envisioned what my quiet time space would look like in my new home. I would see me sitting at my kitchen table looking out a bay window. Sitting in a Lazy-boy in my living room looking out the window. I always imagined it being a peaceful place of solace.
Real life? I have two girls that love being near their Momma. I can’t even pee by myself!
This is where I meet Him.
This is where I have those precious morning moments of quiet prayer with supplication, thanksgiving, and requests to God. I don’t always make it every morning. I desire to but sometimes my morning pee is so rushed, I forget to pray. Baby Grace is crying for her tata-meal, my husband needs the bathroom to get ready for work, or I forgot to grab my bag with my prayer journal in it from the bathtub before sitting on the toilet (the tub is out of reach from the toilet).
Oh but when there are those few moments in the morning that I remember to take, where I meet with the Master. Oh how precious it is. I don’t have a window to stare out of. My “quiet” time is usually accented by an almost one-year old’s knock and whine on the other side of the bathroom door. More often than not, my quiet time involves me praying aloud with my eyes closed while Baby Grace bangs on the bathtub and Jazmine holds me tight.
I hope they see their Mommy’s reliance on Christ and learn to rely on Him as well.