photo via e-rockford
“There is an hour of peace and rest, unmarred by earthly care;
‘Tis when before the Lord I go and kneel in secret prayer.”
Hans Henry Peterson
This sweet little Hymn has been taunting me for months.
There is also the one that says
“Sweet hour of prayers, sweet hour of prayer..”
The reasons why these hymns seem to be bothersome to me are;
1-How many times have you actually prayed for an hour. I can think of maybe one.
2– How many times have you had..” an hour of peace and rest, unmarred by earthly care.”
I am BAD about remembering to say my personal prayers. I had to put a sticky note on the Bathroom wall, above my towels, to remind me to pray in the morning. You see, the bathroom is my place where I “Pray in secret day by day”. Showering is my alone time, though there are usually kids banging on the door
“Mom, Smith is beating up Brig for no reason!” they’ll say.
I say back, “Tell him not to.”
“Smith…….NOT TO!” I hear.
Anyway—–back to my unmarred prayer. I shower, get dressed, and then yell at the bathroom door
(Where several unruley kids have gathered..and are now chanting “MOM!”)
“Everyone Shut Your Yappers for a second! Mom has to have prayer!”
How’s that for getting into the spirit?
Then I kneel by my laundry basket and quickly offer the same prayer because the kids are starting to do battle, and I can’t think clearly enough to say a real one.
So, my friends, I am ready to take suggestions.
My only idea so far is that I can get up at 3:00 am for some peace, rest, and prayer.
Is that my only hope??
(I hope not, because that is bound to make me cranky the next day!)