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Each morning I get out of bed, collect my bible and journal and find my way to a quiet place for my morning devotions. As my children wake up they kiss me good morning, tell me how much they love me and then quietly (so as not to wake anyone else who might still be sleeping) start getting themselves ready for school – getting dressed, making their lunch, packing their bag. Once everyone is awake we all sit down for breakfast, together, because that’s what good families do right?, sharing in a lovely time of family fellowship, encouraging one another as we go into a new day. Eventually, once everyone has peacefully made their way through breakfast and getting themselves ready for school we all make our way (again peacefully) to the car and drive to school. or not…

After 12 years of marriage I think my lovely husband has finally discovered that the best way to wake this sleep-deprived, not-a-morning-person mumma is to hand her a cup of coffee in bed. #hesthebest #notamorningperson #coffeeismylovelanguage

After 12 years of marriage I think my lovely husband has finally discovered that the best way to wake this sleep-deprived, not-a-morning-person mumma is to hand her a cup of coffee in bed. #hesthebest #notamorningperson #coffeeismylovelanguage

What actually happens is that Jer gets up at 0540 for work, hops in the shower, trying not to wake me (it’s not pretty when he does). Once he’s out he takes the baby (who is awake by now and climbing all over my face) out to the kitchen while he irons his clothes for the day and starts making coffee. By now at least two children will have come into the room with some awful tragedy (eg. “I can’t find a sock”, “I don’t know what to eat”, “someone looked at me”, “someone turned the lights on and woke me up“… you get the picture). It’s unlikely they’ve received much in the way of empathy from me. Eventually Jer will come back in, coffee in hand, which he will give to me (see photo) and suggest I “probably should get up now”… #oops I eventually drag myself out of bed, coffee in hand and start asking children why they’re not dressed yet (they can’t find socks), why they haven’t eaten yet (inevitably there is noooooothing to eat, ever) and why they think this morning is different to every other school morning (shrug).  Generally this continues until 8:10 when I yell “get in the caaaaaar” and then race to the shower (tho I must say that I have been managing to shower a little earlier in this process in the last few weeks). We all pile into the car, then at least two children realise they are missing things (or I start asking if everyone has their hat, lunch, etc… and then they realise they are missing things) so they go back in side and start looking. Then, finally, we reverse out of the driveway and head towards school. At that point, we pray. Round-the-car style. Yes, I know we should do it sooner, we should all get up earlier and “start our day right”… but do you know what… this is our reality. Our messy, crazy reality. And this time, where I have a captive audience of sorts, where we (nearly) all come together (minus daddy) is a great opportunity for us to turn our hearts to the Lord, to commit our day to Him and to pray for each other as we part ways for the day. Prayer times can be spontaneous in family life, they don’t always need to be planned and structured, and they’re surely not just for before meals. Oh, and if you’re driving… you don’t need to close your eyes. #justsayin So next time you have a captive audience, why not pray!

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