on nurturing a wobbly faith

One of the things I'm learning is that you have to snatch moments when you can. I'm overwhelmed with motherhood at the moment, and don't have space in the day for a deep quiet time. By the time I get to end of the day, I know I'm giving the last dregs of the day to God, which is somewhat guilt-inducing. Better than nothing I suppose.

One of the few moments I'm able to grab is the quiet hour when I have to sit in with Reuben to get him to sleep. He is a real challenge, and one of us has to sit on another bed while he soothes himself off to sleep - if we wait outside the room he is a real monkey and messes about. Once he knows eyes are watching him, he behaves. There's a spiritual lesson there somewhere.

So there I am, lying quietly beside him, with the potential for frustration on my part, and it occurs to me that this is a moment I can pray. So I lie there, silently praying, asking for patience, repenting for my lack of faith, asking for a blessing on my son as he drifts off to sleep. It's becoming an appointment that I look forward to, which is a step forward.