Thursday Morning Prayer
Last Thursday, I decided to get up about an hour earlier than I normally do. This wasn't a planned thing. I was kind of awake in bed, and I thought that if I got up before my kiddos woke up I could accomplish so much. The plan formulated in my mind and seemed awesome but did not quite go according to the plan in my head. :( I did get up and start my "devotional" time. I wrote out Psalm 103 in my notebook; there's so much good stuff in there. Somewhere in the midst of my writing, two of my kiddos came in and sat quietly on my bed while I continued my time. I asked them to be quiet while I finished up my Bible time, and they did an awesome job of it. Something shifted in me in that moment. I was having my digging deeper time with God, and my sweet kids were being sweet. There was power, precious power, in that moment. I wrote my prayer out that morning, words just kept flowing onto the paper. Good words, powerful words! I thought that the words that poured