I have posted recently on creating a prayer journal to help me in my daily prayer time. Right now I feel the need to be better organized and accountable in my daily prayers for my husband and children. And even if I do not sit down in a quiet place, before my children wake and prayfully make my way through each prayer, those intentions are now starting to become a part of my heart on those days when…
Prayer Journal: Those Days
As much as I love my prayer journal, there are those days when…
I wake up thirty minutes later than I planned and a couple of the children are already awake…and one of them is even sitting in “my” chair.
It’s ok, I calmly tell myself. I can sit quietly and flip through my prayer journal after our family school time and while the kids are doing their animal chores before breakfast.
My husband calls and tells me I need to balance the checkbook because he needs to buy a new tag for his truck and can I find a state income tax form for our sixteen year old daughter.
And the soccer coach texts a change in practice time and I need to text back saying my fourteen year old won’t be able to make it at that time.
And the three year old decides to come back early from animals because he’s so hungry.
So I try to offer focused prayers and intentions as I make the breakfast, balance the checkbook, text the soccer coach and call the library for a tax form.
It’s ok I calmly tell myself. I can sit down with my prayer journal once school starts and everyone is doing their school work or quietly playing.
The three year old wants the Legos back that he gave the six year old because he doesn’t understand that when you give something away it’s no longer yours.
One of the laptops used for math is freezing up and the other is making a funny noise.
The ten year old went outside to see why the dog was barking and then saw a bird which made him remember to check the hay barn for eggs because a chicken has made a secret nest in there.
So I try to recall God’s presence while I’m walking around looking for the ten year. After lunch, once I put the three year old down for nap and the younger children are at rest and quiet and the olders are finishing up school, then I will finally be able to sit down with my lovely prayer journal.
I fall asleep! And when I wake up it’s time to take my sixteen year old to work, start dinner, straighten the house and answer final questions about school.
It’s ok I calmly tell myself. I can use those beautiful prayers I composed after dinner while kids are working with daddy.
Chris has chores he has to do so I drive a couple of children to a couple of different soccer practices.
While I’m out a child calls my cell phone to tell me we are out of cereal and milk; could I please stop and get some on my way home?
I remember I have some books in the back of the car that need to be returned to the library and I need to put gas in the car; then back to soccer practice to pick everyone up, drop them off at home and go get my daughter from work.
By the time I get home, it’s clean up, night-night snack and bath time. Then family prayer and goodnights.
And I realize I went the entire day without once opening my prayer journal.
When I woke up thirty minutes late, before I got out of bed I said, “Serviam” I will serve; I started my day with prayer. And when I saw those two little boys up with the sun, I helped them with their morning offering; I continued in prayer. During our family school, we read about the saint of the day and our Guardian Angels. Next we worked on our Scripture and Catechism memorization. When my husband calls just a brief inspiration of thanksgiving for his dedicated service to our family enters my heart and seeing my fourteen walk into the room gives me a moments pause as I feel intense gratitude for my vocation as her momma. Looking into the big brown eyes of three year old and his brother’s clear blue ones again remind me of the blessings I have been given. Computer problems remind me of the abundance we have and the ability I have to homeschool my children. And walking around outside hunting down a ten year old offers the me the opportunity to enjoy God’s amazing creation…including a wandering ten year old.
Do you see? Each and every moment could have and some of them used as a prayer in itself. These weren’t long and formal prayers. They weren’t composed and poised prayers. Most of them probably wouldn’t even look like prayers to anyone else…me included.
Each time my heart was turned to gratitude, I prayed. Each time I reflected on my blessings, I prayed. Each time I served someone else, I prayed.
These are not the ideal prayers everyday, but they are prayers. So don’t get hung up on supplies and form, location and position.
Everything is Grace