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Prayer & the Laundry


Photo by Matt Clingan

Photo by Matt Clingan

It was Martin Luther who said, “Work, work, from early until late. In fact, I have so much to do that I shall spend the first three hours in prayer.”

I always have the same reaction to this quotation: Guilt. Capital-G Guilt. And I’ll be honest with you, I sometimes also think, Three hours? What in the world would God and I talk about for three hours?

Sad, isn’t it? I have always believed that prayer must be at the center of my relationship with God, yet I can’t think of one single morning that I set aside three hours to pray.

Especially since becoming a parent, I’ve always been more attracted to the Brother Lawrence school of prayer. Brother Lawrence, a seventeenth-century French monk, described a way of praying that he called practicing the presence of God in which he was in constant communication with God even and especially while he was doing tasks such as washing the dishes. Nineteenth-century nun Thérèse of Lisieux also echoed these ideas in her Story of a Soul, writing that Christ was most present to her “not during my hours of prayer … but rather in the midst of my daily occupations.” What better type of prayer practice for a busy mom, right?

Yet I find it hard to be Brother Lawrence. Sometimes I go for hours if not days without being in communication with God at all. Perhaps because I am more of a spiritual beginner than Brother Lawrence, I seem to need some more concrete reminders as a way to connect with God.

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In Praise of the Uncool Church


     Recently I helped out with my church’s new member class. One of the best parts? Hearing their stories of just why they like our church and want to join. I just couldn’t get enough of these stories. Because even though I love the church we attend, honestly sometimes I’m a tiny bit surprised when […]

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The Prayer of a Sick Child

A few days before Christmas my grandfather passed away, and so my dad, my sister, my two boys and I drove from my parents’ house in Illinois to Ohio for the funeral and visitation. To break up the 8- or 9-hour drive, we had planned to drive partway the night before, but heavy winds and […]

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Middle of the Night Mom

Years ago I read the book I Don’t Know How She Does It. One scene stuck in my head, the one in which the chronically sleep-deprived main character (businesswoman/mom/wife/stress case Kate) is in her kitchen late at night. Everyone else in the house is asleep, but poor old exhausted Kate, instead of joining them, is […]

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