Morgan ran around the house naked most of the day yesterday, and yes, it's the middle of winter. He ate fruit snacks for lunch and who knows what else he found. I run a zoo around here most days.
Yesterday, I couldn't get it together. I mean I literally couldn't find it in me to even get out of pajamas all day long. We tried for a mutual naptime once, and when Danny woke up before Morg even went to sleep, I rolled out of my own bed and mumbled under my breath something like: death, please take me.
When I realized there would be no such luck, we carried on. We ate more fruit snacks, watched more TV until 'Naptime: Take Two' rolled around. Morgan tucked in: check. Danny tucked in (and asleep!): check! Lights drawn, heating pad on, ear plugs in. I couldn't pull the covers up fast enough. And it was looking like a home run! Feeling desperate, I thought these words: Heavenly Father, I need some sleep. Please!
I woke up an hour and a half later, when Morgan crawled in bed with me, and my heart was full.
The thing about prayer is it doesn't seem to matter what it is you're praying about. I know Heavenly Father hears every single one I think, feel, whisper, or cry. And because I'm His, he knows precisely how to answer and he always does so accordingly. He never halfheartedly listens. And when I am a little weary (or a lot), I always seem to find enough strength to make it through. What a blessing.
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