Once upon a time I got up every morning at 6:30 am, made myself a mug of gourmet coffee, and sat on my front porch reading my Bible. It was a time when I could sit alone in the quiet of nature and drink in the day. Within the hour, my two children would wake up and my day as a single parent would begin (this was during the time my husband was deployed); these early morning hours were precious to me.
Somewhere amidst moves to homes without front porches and babies being born every year or so, I ceased to partake of this morning coffee and Bible time. Lately, I’ve longed to reclaim something resembling what I used to enjoy…(however, I’m thinking I would enjoy it much more if it wasn’t at 6:30! Yes, I know some of you are up MUCH earlier than that…have mercy on this night owl!)
I used to be one of those moms who beat herself up over the gradual loss of early morning quiet time, especially considering I *used* to do it (someone forgot to mention to me that back then I only had 2 children and they weren’t either of them babies). I was just sure the Lord required a perfect offering of
early in the morning,
reading His Word
yet, I could never manage ALL those factors ALL at the same time. I was just sure this qualified me as a bona fide failure.
Recently, my friend Cis and I were discussing this very issue. She had been reading Passionate Housewives Desperate For God by Jennie Chancey & Stacy McDonald and had come across the chapter entitled “Weary Women”. The following quote is exactly what has become of my “quiet time”:
“I’ll let you in on a little secret. I don’t have a personal quiet time every morning that is actually quiet or alone, nor do I know anyone with more than two children who does.”
You see, quiet time has evolved into something more befitting a mother of 5 earthly arrows. My Bible reading is done with nearly everyone in tow. We all pray together several times a day. I still have coffee, but my littles sneak their fair share of it. And, you guessed it, I’m not up at 6:30 (at least not on purpose!)
I do believe the Lord deserves our first fruits. However, I also believe He owns ALL our fruits and every little thing I do throughout the day is (or should be) an offering to Him. And because He has given me these arrows to raise, I am also in a position that naturally brings about multi-tasking…not only am I getting “quiet” time with God, but my children see His importance in my life every step of the way.
There is a hymn entitled Little Is Much When God is in It that has become my theme song. The second verse of this hymn says:
Does the place you’re called to labor seem so small and little known? It is great if God is in it, and he’ll not forget His own.
Little is much when God is in it! Labor not for wealth or fame. There’s a crown and you can win it, if you go in Jesus’ name.
There is not some secret formula involving coffee, a study Bible, and a front porch that makes quiet time more legitimate than what I currently enjoy…
all the kiddos,
reading from one of the children’s Bibles,
listening to and offering my own personal prayers.