{The Prayers of a Child}

Confession:  I have not been the most disciplined parent when it comes to bedtime prayers. Or a bedtime routine. Or routine. Eh, so I haven't been all that disciplined.

My sister- and brother-in-law's family has established the habit of having prayer time before bed. Each person gets an opportunity to pray. My sons and I have had the privilege of listening in and participating during visits and let me tell you:  it is just the most beautiful thing ever. Kids are so honest and it's a wondrous peek into their little hearts. We instantly fell in love with that special time and have tried to replicate it in our own family, though honestly we're quite hit and miss.

But I LOVE to hear my children pray. And I know it's important for them to learn how and why to pray from a young age, so we seize the opportunity as often as we can.

Tonight was one of those nights where I was tired and ready to "clock out". But God has been faithfully working on my self-obsessed, entitled mess and opening my eyes and heart to those around me. Like my children. They crave quality time with me. Time when we're not in a hurry, when we don't have work to do. So I slowed down the bedtime rush and agreed to pray and sing with them before leaving them to the often long ritual of actually falling asleep.

Per the norm, I asked who wanted to pray first and, also per the norm, they both did. My oldest had prayed first last time, so now it was my 2-year-old's turn. This was his prayer (essentially a paraphrase but quoting him to the best of my ability):

"Dear Jesus,

Thank you for helping me get out of the corner. Thank you for me unloading the dishwasher and the washer and the dryer."

So short. So simple. A little odd. (That's a 2 year old, for you.) The first sentence he has prayed many times before and it always makes me chuckle (especially since he doesn't go to timeout THAT often and almost never on the days he prays this). But tonight, it just hit me in a whole new way. Now I know he's only 2 and he's no theologian, but all I could hear was, "Thank you, Jesus, for saving me. Thank you for giving me purpose." And I thought, "Amen."

{Genesis}

I just finished the book of Genesis 2 days ahead of schedule! (I wanted to build up some buffer for those inevitable days when things don't go as planned.)

Reading through all of Genesis in just 2 days gave me a fresh perspective on narratives I've heard many, many times. I did my best to not let the details slow me down, though I did make notes of what I want to study further once I've completed this.

I noticed themes I have never noticed before. For example: "weep" and "wept". I'm pretty sure every patriarch wept at least once. I found that interesting.

Here's the highlights of what I learned in Genesis:

*God cares for us. Deeply. Each and every one of us.

*God is gentle, firm, compassionate, patient (read: LONGsuffering), merciful, faithful, true, trustworthy.

*Don't take matters into your own hands. You can't speed up God's timing (though I've tried, as they did, *ahem*), nor do you get to decide or change God's plan (yep, I've tried that, too), and there are ugly consequences if you do (that could have been avoided).

*Also, we can't ultimately thwart God's plan (*comforting*).

*He knows us so well.

*He loves us anyway.

There's still so much I don't understand (and likely, never will; like The Flood...so many questions), but these narratives came alive to me in a whole new way.

Now on to Exodus...

{Big Picture}

About 4 or 5 years ago, I set out to read the Bible through in a year. Chronologically. (To mix things up.) See, I wasn't sure if I had read every single book in the Bible. I thought I likely had at some point, but I couldn't be certain. This way, I would know I had.

I didn't make it very far. So the next year, I started over with the same goal. I made it much further, but still didn't finish. So the following year, I picked up where I had left off and kept trucking. By the end of that 3rd year, while I had made great progress, I still had not finished and my goal fell by the wayside.

Last year, the women's Bible study I was a part of, went through a book called the 66 Love Letters together while also following a survey reading plan of the Bible. I enjoyed this study very much, though I did not finish either the 66 Love Letters or even a survey of the Bible.

See, part of this is because I am a detail-person. I like to focus on the little bits. From each and every angle. This is a good thing, but there are other perspectives to be considered. I'm always amazed by how others can see the theme of a whole book of the Bible or how the books are interconnected. I can't see such a perspective because I'm over here with my magnifying glass combing through the details. It's time for me to take a step back. Yet, I cannot face another year of trying to read through my Bible...and not finishing. A year is a long commitment after all.

But last week, I stumbled across the calculations of a website called, How long does it take to read the Bible?. It takes into account your reading speed and your time goal, then spits out a daily plan of which chapters to read and about how long it will take you to read it. I realized that I could read the entire Bible in less than a year by dedicating less than an hour of reading a day, even with my terribly low reading speed.

So I've decided to take the leap, perhaps biting off more than I can chew, by setting out to read the Bible in 3 months at just less than 45 minutes a day. (Along with 66 Love Letters.)

I have no idea what the outcome of this journey will be. Will I finish strong? Will I get distracted and let it fall by the wayside again? I don't know. But I do know that any time spent in God's Word is not a waste (paraphrase of a quote I recently read and cannot seem to get Google to release to me).

So here goes. It's time to follow that scarlet thread through these 66 letters of love.

{Time to Engage}

I’ve been walking around our cozy apartment, lights dimmed, just breathing in the quiet. Long, deep soul-refreshing breaths. Does anyone else need this at the end of the day? I’ve heard so much on how I *should* go to bed when my spouse goes to bed, but how I need this quiet calm. This time to slow down my heart rate. To attempt to process even a moment of this day. To tidy up a bit. To wash my face absent of questions and demands. Maybe even to watch some TV and color in an enchanted forest with my gel pens.

Granted, our schedule is weird. My husband goes to bed at 7PM. Earlier if he can get away with it. So I send my kids off to bed a little earlier than I would otherwise (they make up for it by being early risers). But I just canNOT bring myself to go to bed at that ridiculous hour most nights. Especially not when the quiet calls to me.

And so it is here, with the humdrum of the dishwasher running in the background—and the interruptions of a loud little man that can’t quite fall asleep himself yet, either—that I can hear my oldest’s words, retold by my husband, echo in my ears once again: “Mommy doesn’t play with us that much. She just reads us a lot of books.” And all I hear, piercing my heart, is “You failed.”

The worst part? He’s not wrong. They do ask me to play with them and I often seem to say, “Later, I’m working on [fill-in-the-blank].” I have legitimate responsibilities. There’s a lot going on in this season of life. However, there has been a lot going on in former seasons of life and I expect there will be a lot going on in future seasons of life. Dishes are not fleeting. They will be there.  a l w a y s .  Laundry? Not going anywhere. Facebook is a trip down the rabbit’s hole, for sure. My children, however. Well, my time with them is finite. So short. The blink of an eye. If I am truly lucky, I have 12 more years with my oldest at home and 16 more years with my youngest. It sounds like a nice chunk now, but I know how quickly these past years have gone by and it only seems to fly by faster every year. This time with them is like sand in an hourglass. Grains are slipping by every second. No do-overs. They will never be this young again.

The last thing I need is more guilt heaped on my shoulders. And guilt will not benefit myself or them. But grace and perseverance, perspective and wisdom will. I must learn to get outside of my own head. To set the never-ending to-do list running through my mind aside. To sit and play with my kids while they still want me to. Better yet, to run and play with them. I must find a way to turn off my anxious mind and really engage with them. To be less inhibited with them. To be silly and free and well, fun. And so many can attest that “fun” has never been one of my strong qualities. Thankfully, these little men bring out the best in me. They are a refiner’s fire like none I’ve ever known.

So I sit here tonight and fight the urge to plan and analyze and think my way to being a better mom and I simply lay it at Jesus’ feet, asking for grace and encouragement to be the mom they need me to be. The mom He wants me to be. Because the truth is, I can’t do this. But He can. Because with God all things are possible. I trust Him to work out the details in my life. To cover us all in His grace. To make all things new. And to weave the fabric of our family into something beautiful.