It's hard sometimes to get in a significant prayer time, what with three short people in the house, LOL. Plus, I've been disciplining myself to exercise each morning. I haven't yet figured out how to balance exercise with morning prayer time, both of which seem to be needed in the a.m.
This morning I squeezed in 5 minutes of total quiet time with the Lord. I just sat in the teeny master bathroom on the cold floor, leaned up against the door, and said, "I'm here, Lord!" I've been able to carry that closeness throughout most of the morning, except when I turned away from God and lost my temper with the kids over yet another mess. Sigh.
Good thing I don't have to be perfect. :-)
