So Much to Accomplish

It’s been a rough couple of days. Raynes has been up more at night which makes the days long and exhausting. I haven’t been the funnest person for my husband and children to be around- with lots of hurry ups and quicklys and do it nows and can’t you just’s.
Britton found an old poem, last week, that I kept in my wallet eons ago. I don’t know how she found it after so many years, but she sat in her bed writing it on notebook paper for her scrap book.

I got up early one morning and rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish, I didn’t have time to pray.

Problems just tumbled about me and grew heavier with each task;
Why doesn’t God help me, I wondered; He answered, “You didn’t ask.”

I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn’t show me – He said, “But you didn’t seek.”

I tried to come into God’s presence; I used all my keys at the lock;
God gently and lovingly chided, “My child, you didn’t knock.”

I woke up early this morning and paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray.

by Grace L. Naessens
After snapping at my husband this morning, hustling off the two girls two school, quieting a screaming baby and looking around at our home that looked more like a bomb had gone off– the line I had so much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray came to mind.
So I filled up my coffee cup, sat down, and although ashamed to admit it, looked at the clock and gave myself 8 minutes before I was allowed to get up. I have a tendency to get side tracked by dirty laundry piles in the hall, and sticky breakfast dishes on the counter.
Out of guilt mostly, I decided to re-read the prayers from Power of a Praying Wife by Stormie O’ Martian. I sat in my little chair, holding my caffeine (yay) in my hand and was blown away as I read through each prayer, one by one, and realized the changes and differences I have seen in my partner.  Most of them subtle, but it made me stop in my tracks, to see how prayer does work.
We hear it all the time, but to see if work in your own life, when you weren’t even looking, is amazing.
So the eight minutes passed, without looking back at the clock, and I went on to read my notes from Power of a Praying Parent that I had read for the first time in July. Again- pow, pow, pow, prayer after prayer. So many changes I have seen in my children, particularly in my strong-willed little Britton.
My new favorite prayer: Help them see who YOU really are, so they will know who THEY really are.
Here’s just one example:
One of the prayers for my children is ‘To Attract Godly Friends and Role Models’.  Britton became reacquainted with an old friend recently whose Mom now picks her up and takes her to church youth group every Wednesday night. Hello, that is not coincidence.
Another prayer is ‘To Feel Loved and Accepted’- I always knew Britton felt loved, but changing schools, and making new friends half way through elementary… I could tell she struggled ever so slightly to fit in with her new group of peers.
This morning as she was being prompted by me to quickly get dressed for school, she had on a sweatshirt and jeans. I told her she had to wear a coat- even if the 5th grade girls who think they are cool wear only a sweatshirt on 40 degree mornings. She looked me square in the eyes and responded, “Mama, I don’t care about what other girls are wearing.”
It didn’t dawn on my all the changes until I read the prayers this morning.
I could go on and on, particularly about Mr. R. It’s just so amazing. God is so amazing. And sometimes it takes a couple of bad days to be reminded of that.