It's been one of those weeks...long, lonely, dreary. Tired of picking up after a 14 1/2 month old. Wondering what to do with her on the rainy days. Doing rounds of dishes and trying to be creative with meals. A husband who's gone long hours and when he is home has an overly full plate of homework, finishing the deck (which is now just needing the stain!-yeah! For someone who has an easy time starting projects but a hard time finishing, he's done a great job persevering), music practice, etc. Don't get me wrong, I am more than thankful to be a stay-at-home mom and doing the daily stuff of laundry and meals, and having the privilege of being with Sierra. But naptimes have been a much needed part of our days this week, as have a few stroller walks, and some quiet moments to read. I have started reading an excellant book though by Philip Yancey entitled "Prayer", here's an excerpt from the beginning of his book...

"It occured to me one day that though I often worry about whether or not I sense the presence of God, I give little thought to whether God senses the presence of me. When I come to God in prayer, do I bare the deepest, most hidden parts of myself? Only when I do so will I discover myself as I truly am, for nothing short of God's light can reveal that. I feel stripped before that light, seeing a person far different from the image I cultivate for myself and for everyone around me." (p. 42).