Psalm 5:3

As I sat in the bathtub last night I spoke to God. It was a wonderful time of relaxation and peace, but also a time of much needed conversation with my heavenly father. As I poured out my soul to him, he revealed to me that I need to be more disciplined and spend more time with him in prayer. I was convicted, once again, to spend more time in prayer with Eric and set strong examples for my children. How will they know to pray if they don't see me/us praying. It became more clear than ever that I was doing a disservice to my my marriage, my children and my soul.

Eric and I have never been good at praying as a couple. I can't say there's a reason why we don't. Recently however, we had a conversation about our desire to pray together and how important it is to do so. After discussing our schedules, we came to the conclusion that WE HAD NO TIME TO PRAY, except in the EARLY MORNING.

Those that know me, know that I am an owl rather than a chicken. I don't do mornings, let alone early mornings. If this idea would have been presented to me a month ago I would not have been ready to commit to rising early to pray with my husband. But God really does have mysterious ways. You see, for the past month or so, Jaxon has been waking around 6:30. At first I thought he was just off his schedule. But morning after morning of waking bright eyed and bushy tailed, smiling and laughing and greeting the new day with glee, I realized this WAS his schedule. One can't help taking on the gleeful attitude of a happy baby, even if it is in the six o'clock hour of the morning. Ironically, I have grown to become less grumpy and more happy, and perhaps for the first time in my life, actually ENJOY rolling out of bed at an early hour. This is only one small example of God's perfect planning.

At 6:30am this morning, I rose, grabbed a cup of strong coffee made by my loving husband (I didn't mention that he is a natural early bird) took a few sips, grabbed my bible and retreated for the couch. Right behind me was Eric. We sat, in the still of the morning, held hands, and prayed together. We prayed for our children, for our marriage, for our families. We thanked God for his infinite wisdom, that He is in control of our destiny, our house selling, our next stepping stone in our life that we get so stressed about. We thanked him for the beautiful morning and the purple mountains. What was suppose to be fifteen minutes turned into thirty.

Probably the biggest irony yet is that this particular morning Jaxon decided to catch up on sleep and slept in. God's scheduling brings a smile to my face.

"My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I direct my prayers unto thee, and will look up." Psalm 5:3