My prayer life is pretty simple most days. I do take time in the morning, afternoon and evening, but those are usually short and interrupted with requests for juice, potty time (dog and kids), the spotted baby girl puppy that got left downstairs in the basement . . .
Mostly during the day I rely on ejaculatory prayer:
"O God, give me patience!"
"Mother Mary, pray for me!"
"Help!"
These kind of prayers are from the heart, believe me.
They're driving me crazy, these little people. From a flare-up of bratty, willful, disobedience to the baby name-calling ("Poopyhead!"), they're keeping me on my toes. They need sunshine and outdoors, and we get snow and ice. I need quiet and peace, and they're relentless.
Add in there the growing number of snow-days, and I have two more people under my feet, in my routine and in general getting on my growing nerves . . . lots of prayer opportunities.
I love these people dearly--they are wonderful creatures, and sometimes I even admire the strength of their wills and how direct they can be. "Circumspect" is something I will never say of my children (or spouse). As charming as it is in theory, though . . . anyway, I'm finding myself thankful for them, thankful for the ways that they're helping me to heaven.
Lord, do I need patience and mercy, and they help me to learn it every day.
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