Today's blogger is Heather from Not a DIY Life! Yes, that's where my guest post showed up yesterday. It's like a swap this week! Heather is a swell gal who has completely turned her health around in the last year or so, and her blog is not only Christiany, it's healthy.
Do not expect such miracles here at The Lazy Christian.
I can really identify with Heather's post today, as it's something I've been struggling with lately. So read on, and then show her some love over at Not a DIY Life!
Priorities. Do we find time for them? Or do we make time for them? Is it really true that what we spend the most time on reflects our real priorities?
Since becoming a mother, I’ve struggled with making time for private time with God. The struggle actually started when I got married. It was so much more tempting to stay snuggled in bed with a warm husband than to get out of bed early and spend time in a darkened room with a lamp, a blanket and my Bible.
But when our precious bundle came along, all semblance of consistency went out the window, along with a “normal” sleep routine! She is almost four, so maybe I need to get this “making time” thing figured out.
And it’s not like I don’t make time for other things. A little over a year ago, I had a wake-up call with my health and realized that I needed to get healthy. I’ve changed the way I eat, and I make time for exercise six mornings a week. Unless I get up at 4:30am, which doesn’t happen, my early-bird child is awake by the time I’m finished with my workout and I jump straight into parenting duties.
So morning quiet time doesn’t happen anymore. I miss it. I miss the consistency, I miss the connection, I miss the stillness that comes over my soul when I spend time with God.
I have tried to build prayer into my daily routine, which is good. I have prayer books and devotional books stashed around the house. If I have two spare minutes, I can pick one up and read a page.
When I’m stopped at a red light, or have to wait for a lot of traffic before making a turn, I stop and say a short prayer of thanks that God keeps us safe while we’re out and about.
When I’m watering plants, I breathe a prayer of wonder at God’s creation and that He allows me to be part of it by caring for living things.
When I’m running in the pre-dawn light with only the sounds of my breathing and footfalls on the pavement, God and I talk a lot.
When I’m lying with my child at bedtime, waiting for sounds of sleep, I pray over my daughter, for her safety, for her future, for her to grow in wisdom and love of the Lord.
That consistent, devoted time to be still isn’t there. And I miss it. Especially on busy days when everything seems out of control. And on hard parenting days.
Thankfully, I’m a work in progress. Thankfully, God gives me another chance every day to make time to spend in His presence. And that’s what it comes down to. Do I find time, or do I make time?
I want to make time, because He is worthy and I need Him.