Not 5 minutes later, my anticipated night of sleep was replaced with caring for a sick two year-old...cleaning floors at 3am... trips up and down the stairs, to and from the cold basement laundry....
Monday began. The house still out of order from our Christmas Party, piles of laundry on all levels, nothing really to eat. School couldn't seem to get started. There were tears over Math. Aggravation with each other for tapping feet, humming, breathing too loudly....
I cross off most things on our school schedule for the day. And focus on surviving.
Will... on my bed looking at books. Hannah... reading in her room. Peter... crashed on the couch.
I sit down at the computer and read this.
And I pray... and thank God for this woman I don't know... for words that encourage... on days that seem desperately fruitless....
"Aren’t the prayers of our days more important than the products of our days?
And the prayers are the genesis of all that can withstand the flames: love, patience, faith, joy, hope. Our prayers make our work acts of praise; our prayers make our work acts of passion for these people living here. These people we love more than life.
....I’m learning it’s always time to pray. Because the house where He lives is a house of prayer and it’s the only way I can keep mine standing."
from http://www.aholyexperience.com/... visit often.