This morning, I was late getting my last two kids out of the house and into the classroom. I had fallen asleep, last night, doing my typing, and when I woke up, it was already 30 minutes past the time that I normally get up, only one of five children was up getting ready, and she was nowhere near at the point she needed to be, either, in order to get out the door and down to the bus pick-up point. Arrrgh! What should I do?

Believe it or not, I folded up my blanket and thanked God for the night now past and the day now broken. I thanked Him for being able to get up and move and to get us all moving well – without the chaos that normally happens when we’re running late. Another believe it or not, all the bus-catchers made it to their busses on time; I got my letters finished and my bill printed out, lunches made, and even got a shower – all without chaos or yelling from anyone. The boys were late, but I took full responsibility for that, and now I’m sitting in my office, letting the adrenaline slow down.

I have to admit, prayer is not usually the first thing I do under these circumstances. Prayer is usually not what I do at all before I get to my office, unless it’s to look at the mountains on the way in and thank God for His beauty and creation, but after seeing how much different it was than how it could have been, I wonder why not. Why isn’t prayer the first thing out of my mouth when I open my eyes? Why is God not the first thing I think of before my mind clamps onto the things I have to do, today; or catch up on from yesterday?

I’ll work on that. I know God has me on His mind first thing in the morning. . .