Scrubbing the pots and pans.

I have this internal chatter, more like a prayer some days. I pray my children will be taken care of, whilst I am here, but mostly while I am not here with them. I pray that they have purpose. I pray they are never hungry. I pray they are protected from harm. I pray that the Holy Spirit guides them and that they are receptive to His voice and His suggestions. I seem to be talking to myself. I'm actually talking to my Best Friend. The one who is with me in the middle of the night when I feel so alone, comforting me, holding my hand, shielding me with His wings. I pray for my husband. For him to be the husband and father that us three ladies at home need. I pray that he knows that his prosperity is not from his own labor, but from grace, never ending, ceaseless grace, that abounds because He loves us, because we are His. I mostly pray for this only chance at life, to be the one that satisfies Him. That I am aware, and open, and cautious that my need for my sense of self, doesn't override the basic purpose for which we were made.

All whilst scrubbing the pots and pans. I speak to Him. And He speaks to me. Thank you for the arc of protection around me.