I answered a phone call at 5:30 in the morning. A friend who was having a difficulty asked me to pray with her, which I did immediately.
As I prayed, I felt filled with inspiration, but I realized that since I was spending the night with my two youngest grandsons while my daughter was traveling, the home would soon be filled with morning activity and demands on my attention. Indeed, too soon my quiet time for prayer was competing with the needs of these dear children as I shuffled from one room to the next washing faces, putting on socks, and getting breakfast together. Then, out the door we went to drop off one of the boys at nursery school.
When the other grandson and I returned to the house, he went up to play in his room. I sat down in the quiet to regain a sense of spiritual balance. My prayer was just to love—to have such a sense of God as Love as to not lose sight of my love for God and my love for others (specifically the dear friend who had called) in the midst of the day’s activities. My desire was to keep alive the wonderful inspiration I’d felt earlier.
