It's no secret that I'm not a morning person. I never have been, and, most likely, I never will be. Back in 2011, I embarked on a journey to become more disciplined and intentional. I started the year with the lofty goal of getting up with Dennis every morning at 5 a.m. I think that lasted for about three days before I quit.
It's just not for me, y'all.
My entire life, I've been OK with being a night owl. Growing up, the hour before I went to bed was my time to journal and study scripture. Since I always rolled out of bed with precisely enough time to get myself ready and out the door, having a quiet time in the morning was never really in the cards.
Then I got married, and suddenly my time alone each evening disappeared. Evenings were spent making supper and hanging out with Dennis. Life changed, and so did my quiet times. I started journaling and studying Scripture in the mornings when I woke up alone, since Dennis had long been gone for work.
That worked fine for a few years, then I had a baby, and, once more, everything changed. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out when I was supposed to spend any time alone with the Lord. Every night, I fell into bed exhausted from a day of feeding a hungry little mouth and wiping a cute little hiney. The blogosphere is full of all these happy little mamas who cheerfully get up at 5 a.m. to sip coffee and enjoy the solitude of the morning. I think they're crazy. Sleep and I are way too happy together for me to give it up for a little time alone.
These days, I've decided to follow the advice of Tim Gunn. I'm making it work, y'all. I sit at the dining table while Micah eats breakfast and watches Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Kendall rolls around on the floor. I'm frequently interrupted by squeals of laughter and Micah's questions, but that doesn't make my time with the Lord any less sweet. In fact, I think it makes it sweeter.
This is my life. I've finally come to terms with the fact that I'm probably not going to have a solid hour alone each day, but if I can sit on my tail and read blogs and catch up on facebook while my kids entertain themselves, there's no reason why I can't read my Bible and write in my journal instead. An added bonus to this solution is that as my girls grow up, they will see their mama begin each day in the word of God, and I think that's important. It's called leading by example.
Over the years, I've seriously had to alter my concept of what an acceptable "quiet time" is. Way back in the day, I would plug in my headphones, listen to some praise music, write in my journal, study my Bible, and read a book. In that order, every single time. Alone in my room, usually with a candle lit. It was my special time with the Lord. Sometimes we insist that a quiet time isn't right if it's not absolutely silent and serene. Like God doesn't hear our prayers if we don't utter them solemnly while we're all alone in our rooms. As if we're doing it wrong if it doesn't follow some silly preset formula or format.
It's taken me 30 years to realize that time with the Lord doesn't have to be silent to be meaningful. It doesn't have to be perfect to be purposeful. Today, I'm reminded that Jesus has called me to walk with Him and to talk with Him. It's that simple.
Until next time, grace and peace.
