I don’t have a daily prayer. I have several.
I don’t pray once a day. I do it constantly.
I don’t always stop to pray. Most of the time I’m praying whilst I’m doing something. I tend to be doing something most of the time, so this works well and means that I’ve never had the excuse not to have prayed.
My prayers vary. My life varies, my circumstances vary and my needs, or the needs of those around me vary.
Sometimes I give prayers of thanks and gratitude. Certainly not often enough.
Sometimes I ask for the answer to something. Probably not often enough.
Sometimes I ask for guidance or wisdom or patience. I ask for these things many times a day.
I’m a mum, after all.
Sometimes I just ask for something. Definitely too often.
Noticing what I’ve just written it’s become clear that I pray to ask for things more than I pray to give thanks for what I have.
I need to work on that.
But first I am going to ask for one more thing
Please give me the same joy of listening to Sid’s newly learnt skill of (non stop) whistling as he clearly has.
I’m glad that he is able to learn new things. I’m glad it brings him happiness. I’m glad that he can now do what his big brother Eddie can do. I’m sure that some day I’ll look back at this time of whistling in stereo by these two small people and smile.
But at the moment, Lord, right now, I fear my ears will fall off or a vein my head will explode at the constant, high pitched, tuneless sound that is being constantly emitted from these tiny creatures whom you and I both love.
As I’m still waiting for patience, I instead ask you for your (quick) help in my finding enjoyment in listening to this… racket. Or alternatively if you could find some way of them to de-learn this ear piercing skill, I’ll be grateful for that too.