My Glorious

1. Got up on time because it was my turn to get Dalton off to school-Check
2. Made breakfast for kids with no yelling or drama-Check
3. Started my day off with two eggs and lemon water with my vitamins-check
4. Got the girls and I to the YMCA on time for Yoga-Check

So far I have not yelled at the kids, Brighton has not had a melt down and I have things off my to do list done. I did not feel like going to the YMCA today because I have a lot that needs to be done around the house while Darin is off. But I am paying for it, and I did not go at all last week. It is also one the only times I can be alone and pray. I have been convicted that I need to pray more. With this ADHD brain it is difficult to slow down and get focused to have a quality prayer time. But I learned this weekend at a retreat that quantity prayer time will get you to the quality prayer time. Yoga does a great job of quieting my spirit down where I can get to that place to hear God's voice to pray. I tried going through my prayers internally while in yoga. First starting to pray over each of my kids and their specific needs and then Darin. But I could not keep up with the instructor and pray at the same time. Plus the guy next me grunts as he struggled to stretch kept breaking my stillness. So I began to just breath and meditate on God. As I paid attention in class I concentrated my thoughts to Him and let my mind flow. It dawned on me that is part of a prayer life.
Then I went to the treadmill and started my work out. As I walked I tried again to pray and because I could not do it out loud I was still having trouble concentrating on my specific requests and things I wanted to bring before Him. These past few weeks I have struggled with frusteration and unforgivness that has blackened my spirit and I knew I needed to give it to the Lord. I was listening to "My Glorious" by Delirious and trying to pray. Finally it hit me as I was running and being swept away through the music all the Lord wanted me to concentrate on was his Glory. As the words,"My Glorious, My Glorious" rang over and over in my head, my mind began to cry out to him, "My Glorious, My Glorious, I give you my anger, I give you my unforgiveness, I bring this person I am angry with to your throne, My Glorious, My Glorious I give you my worries, my money, my kids, My future, My Glorious. Glory, Glory send your glory, Glory Glory send your glory into my life over my broken soul, My Glorious. My Glorious...." It was my battle cry to my struggles and I was swept away into His Glory and nothing else mattered. As the song ended I looked down and realized I had intended to run for only a minute and then slow to a walk for a minute and I had run non stop for a full five minutes. Prayer is not always about me talking. It is just committing the time and effort to make room for it in my life. I want to put the words to this song at the end because it blessed me today so much. So these are my thoughts from the treadmill today and my encounter with God.

The world's shaking with the love of God
Great and glorious, let the whole Earth sing
And all you ever do is change the old from new
People we believe that...
(Chorus)God is bigger than the air I breathe
The world we'll leave
God will save the day and all will say
My glorious!
Clouds are breaking, heaven's come to earth
Hearts awakening let the church bells ring
And all you ever do is change the old from new
People we believe that...
(Chorus)God is bigger than the air I breathe
The world we'll leave
God will save the day and all will say
My glorious! My glorious! My glorious! My glorious! My glorious!
God is bigger than the air I breathe
The world we'll leave
God will save the day and all will say
My glorious!