My quiet time has been interrupted a lot lately.

And truthfully, I’m growing really weary from it.

I miss meeting with Jesus alone in this space. Just Him, me, and a hot cup of coffee.

And not that that is a bad thing to crave, because it’s not – it’s quite the opposite! But through wrestling with feelings of frustration and quite frankly, irritation over my sweet girl third-wheeling my morning meetings, it hit me that maybe it’s on purpose.

Maybe this isn’t an interruption.
Maybe it’s an invitation.

An invitation to model my faith in front of my daughter.
An invitation to pray over her little soul.
An invitation to thank Him for the blessing of her little life.
An invitation to choose humility and grace when it feels so unnatural to do so.

An invitation for Him to do what He does best.

Because I know that this situation is temporary. I know there is a time in the not-so-distant future where she won’t be such an early riser and I’ll get my mornings to myself again.

And honestly, I’m really looking forward to it.
And it’s okay for me to have that anticipation.

But I also know that there is power in the here and now, in the messiness of it all. He is faithful to meet me wherever I am. And He hears interrupted prayers just as much as cohesive ones… and I’m so grateful for that.

And maybe, just maybe, He has just as much to teach me in the chaos as He does in the quiet.

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