Being Prayerful

Confession: Prayer

Let's face it. We are all probably guilty of not praying as much as we would like, or hope, or need. I'm guilty as charged. Prayer is part of the very foundation of our relationship with God, and it always gets put to the back burner.

Look at all the the things that we have to do in the day: getting meals together, getting the kids ready, getting yourself and spouse ready, activities, school, driving all over the earth, shopping, errands, animal chores (love those), cleaning (who could forget cleaning), and bed (ah, sweet relief). After that day who wouldn't pass out in satisfaction that the ride has come to a full and complete stop?

But something happened today that made me think. I love it when that happens.

I was flipping through the channels on the television this afternoon, finding something appropriate for a minute as I tried to make the room stop spinning, when I came upon Sister Lucy. My oldest was busy tearing the room apart when she stopped everything to watch Sister Lucy. Glued. The child dropped everything and was glued!!! Sister Lucy talked a great deal to a puppet named Clare about prayer. (Which also happens to be a major topic in our household with our oldest.) She mentioned that we have to live our life as a prayer, as a living prayer.

What a challenge! What a joy! To live your life as a prayer to God. Imagine that for a moment because I am still having trouble wrapping my mind around it. Not just praying more often, but continually through your life. Think of doing all those day to day things: errands, activities, school, in prayer to God. It certainly calms my stress level a bit. And what a modeling opportunity.

Later, the room stopped spinning, Clare and Sister Lucy said good-bye, and the oldest clamored for more.