“Could you not keep watch for one hour?”
Spending time at Eucharistic Adoration is a gift. One that I so infrequently receive these days.
Yesterday I was able to sneak away for that precious hour of face time with our Lord, and my multitasking brain was all over the place.
I felt like Peter. Unable to stay awake. Although I wasn’t sleeping, I was distracted and not devoted to our Lord during that one hour as I promised myself I would be.
It’s hard to shut off a mutlitasking brain when it is so busy multitasking to prepare for all the upcoming multitasking.
I spent two days this week preparing more than a dozen meals for my family so I can tackle all the stuff we have on our plates these next two weeks and still eat healthy, home-cooked dinners together.
I cooked and cooked, did laundry, homeschooled, picked up children, dropped off children, nursed a baby, wiped spilled milk, changed diapers, took care of business, ran to the bank, unloaded and reloaded dishwasher, dressed and bathed myself and others and the list goes on, and on and on.
Had I not done all that preparation, I wouldn’t have been able to steal that hour yesterday. So in an attempt to take a moment of peace and reap the fruits of my labor, I knelt. And although my prayer was earnest, it was scattered, easily distracted and completely unfocused. I had so many people to pray for. So many intentions. My mind just raced hoping I wouldn’t forget this or that, while flashes of “don’t forget to move the laundry to the dryer when you get home” and “maybe I should read some prayers to get focus, but if I read prayers I’ll miss the conversation with God, then I won’t be able to listen” and “I forgot to mute my cell phone. Should I mute it now, which makes noise and could be distracting or take the chance that it won’t ring?” and, unfortunately, that list just went on, too.
I even found myself distracted with the thought of blogging about how distracted I was. Ugh.
But even in the midst of my mental chaos, the Lord, as promised, delivered. I returned home renewed. Happy to be able to easily put a good meal on the table, crawl around with the baby, read with the children and spend quiet time with my spouse. I’m sure even my distracted prayers were heard.
I am so grateful God is merciful and understanding.
I eagerly look forward to the next hour I can find to be with the Blessed Sacrament–however I can offer it. It’s my job to work toward giving God more, and I’ll just keep trying.
And no, I did not remember to move the laundry to the dryer.
You continually never cease to amaze me. Is that redundant?
I love you.
Well written. Cant count how many times I have felt the same way. But leaving that chapel always feels better than going into it.