Friday, November 6, 2009
For the past two weeks, I have made one very solid commitment and I've stuck to it without a single lapse:
I have started each day on my knees.
I mean that literally. On the hardwood floor. On my knees. Before I put my contacts in. Before I pour my coffee. Before my husband or children open their eyes. I lower myself to my knees and bow my head in prayer...
You see, I prayed before... throughout my day... as I drifted off to sleep... when I was stuck in traffic... certainly when I was in church or someone asked for my prayers. This is not an entirely new concept or process for me. And I've prayed in the morning before too...
But rising before six every day and hitting my knees? Every single day? It didn't happen before.
It does now.
And you know what else has happened?
I'm a more patient mommy. A more loving wife. A more energetic homemaker. A more spirited playmate. A better listener. A more compassionate friend.
Oh, I am still human and, thus, deeply flawed in so very many ways.
But when I give the first fruits of my time to God, I see my blessings unfold... and I am hopefully a bit more of a blessing to those around me.