Every night is basically the same routine--bath time (maybe--depends on how many layers of food are stuck in Colby's nose), pajamas (ALWAYS a struggle), play a bit, family prayer, and to bed with the favorite blanket. What happens next is one of two things: a screaming, ticked off fit (lasts less than 2 minutes) OR quietness. Either one is 95% of the time followed by Colby talking to himself for quite some time--it can even be up to an hour later! Now, I know what you might be thinking...Megan's putting her kid to bed before he's ready to sleep--not true. Poor kid is usually so crabby and exhausted by the time he goes in, he's practically begging for bed! No, it's not that I want a break...he needs to rest. And I guess for Colby it takes awhile to just fall asleep (wonder who he gets that from!). Anywho.
Sooo, an hour after he went to bed last night, we were listening to Colby talk to...well, whatever he was talking to, which got me thinking (anybody noticed 99% of this blog consists of insight I received from a one year old?!) about my prayer life. Does anybody else have troubles keeping that constant communication with God? The times when I have kept God so close to my heart (as in close communication) are the time frames where I make a definite effort to talk to God about absolutely EVERYTHING. The weather, my health, the snow outside, my family, the church, my refrigerator (I don't know--I just made that one up!)--God cares about everything I care about and I forget that way too often.
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