Thursday, October 6, 2011


A few weeks ago, while we were eating breakfast together, Maeve told me she had fallen asleep during her "prayings".  She then woke up in the middle of the night and tried to finish praying.  She fell back to sleep and then woke up at 4am and tried to pray then and finally finished her prayings when she woke up at 7:30am.

I love her story for lots of reasons.  First, my daughter never ceases to amaze me.  I love sitting and conversing while we eat breakfast alone.  This is usually my only alone time with Maeve because Hilde is a late sleeper (A seriously late sleeper).  Even though I am not always awake enough to enjoy these conversations, this is also the only part of the day Maeve talks with no inhibition.  I don't know what it is about the morning but Maeve is W-I-D-E  A-W-A-K-E and wants to chat, chat, chat.  Somewhere around my second cup of coffee, I catch up. Even though it's early, I am glad that Maeve wants to talk in the morning. 

I also love this story because Maeve has prayings.  The fact that she talks to God and expects an answer and listens makes my heart sing.  I want her to have a relationship with God that is all her own and not programmed by me.  Her praying at 4am is definitely an indication of this.  I was not up at 4am praying.

Then there is the fact that she didn't really seem to care that she fell asleep while praying.  No stress about having to get it right, it is just a conversation she was having.

Then she woke up and tried again.  No fear of failure, no resignation, she just picked up where she left off and started again.  When she fell asleep again, she tried again.  Perseverance in the middle of the night.

I love that she woke up praying.  There is something very beautiful about the rhythm of  falling asleep praying and waking up praying. 
Then the story reminds me of the bible verse, "Pray without ceasing."  How lovely to drift off to sleep in conversation with God and to wake up present to Him.  It is a good pattern for life.

Three times she prayed, fell asleep, got up and listened.  Just like the story of Samuel in the temple.  Samuel had grown up in the temple.  One night he was sleeping and God chose to speak directly to him for the first time. At first, Samuel thinks it is Eli the head priest calling. After the third time Eli realizes it is God speaking and tells Samuel to say, "I am listening God, speak to your servant." Eli helps Samuel interpret the voice.   

The story doesn't end so well for Eli, so that is where my analogy ends.  

However, I hope that while the coffee is un-knotting my brain, I help Maeve interpret her prayings.

   image by Ashleigh Bayer

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