Gaining Some Momentum

"Humility is an acknowledged recognition of our dependence on a higher power." -Ezra Taft Benson

It's been one of those mornings. Spencer needed to go to school early for a school book club meeting. They would be eating donuts and discussing good summer reads. In other words Spence needed me to take him to the land of his people. His land being the school library. His people being fellow bookies of his same age. So we dropped Sabrina off at the high school then began the arduous trek to the junior high. I say that because literally every road between our house and Spencer's school is under construction. Serenity now. I uttered it to myself all morning, especially as I chose the wrong construction saturated route and bottomed out my vehicle on the "Bump" the sign warned me of.

I got home only to realize that Spencer had left his lunch on the kitchen counter. That kid's brain sits comfortably between brilliance and absentmindedness at all times. He has a firm grasp on all things science, mathematics, and language. But when it comes to his physical world, the child is a train wreck. I love each of my kids' brains! Just love them! So I trekked back to the school. Upon returning, I received a text from said space-cadet informing me that he forgot his blue binder, could I please get it to him pronto. SERENITY NOW! One more drive through construction. By now I was a little bit famished and a little bit grumpy. I had thrown all hope of productivity out the window. It seems that the first hour of the day sets the tone for the rest of the day. The rest of this day already closely resembled me in a hamster wheel. 

I did not go home. I went straight to Kneaders. Was I wearing a stitch of makeup? Indeed I was not. Was I in presentable clothing? Hardly. Was I wearing a bra? YES! Ha, Kneaders it is. The great thing about Kneaders is that they have an entire bar that literally faces the wall, or should I say the windows. So for us introverts who show up in sweats and a low blood sugar stupor, we can simply turn our back to the world whilst consuming a carb rich meal of chunky cinnamon french toast and pouring over a ghoulish Halloween novel. It turned out to be a lovely morning.

So this marks eight days in a row of blogging. I don't think I've done anything besides eat and sleep eight days in a row. I can feel the momentum of this challenge beginning to work on me, so I will add another challenge to it while I'm still all motivated. 

Now for an essential habit. Prayer. Daily consistent prayer. It's a struggle. My prayers get real consistent and real heart-felt when I am hit with an unforeseen trial, or I'm facing a life-changing decision, or parenthood is testing me beyond my limits. But I am just plain lousy at the daily conversations with my Heavenly Father. And then I wonder why the heavens feel closed when it comes to personal revelation. I'm like that annoying friend who chews you out for never calling her but then never turns her cell phone on. 

A wise bishop once quoted this scripture:

Mosiah 21:14- "And they did humble themselves even in the depths of humility; and they did cry mightily to God; yea, even all the day long did they cry unto their God that he would deliver them out of their afflictions."

Then he reminded us that if we are having a struggle with prayer, our actual struggle may be with pride. Ouch! The absolute truthfulness of that statement hit a little too close to home. And continues to sting every time I come across that verse.

So here goes. 30 days in a row of daily prayer. Ready. Go.