Owen (from his doorway): Mom! Mom!
Christy (appearing stage left): Yes, Owen?
Owen (staring around blankly): ummmm...Mom, my play-doh is missing
Christy (increasingly aggitated): Do you know what time it is?
Owen holds up some fingers
Christy: No, it's quiet time. What does that mean?
Owen: Mom, I'm telling you about my play-doh.
Christy: I don't want to talk about play-doh right now, it's quiet time.
Owen: I'm not talking to YOU about my play-doh...I'm talking to Geee-sus. I'm talking to Jesus about my play-doh, not you.
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Love, love LOVE this!!! Do you do your quiet time while Owen is awake?! Have you just trained him to leave you be? If this is indeed the case, I need step-by-step instructions!!!
I don't usually attempt to read my Bible or do any lengthy praying while Owen is awake (unless I've been a slacker and have to hurry up and prepare for the small group I lead b/c they're coming over in two hours). Getting him to leave me alone for an extended period of time is akin to parting the Red Sea. However, the other day I was feeling a bit sad about some news I had received. Owen noticed and asked me if I was sad. I said yes, and that I was going to take a little time to pray. To which he responded, "I'm going to pray, too." Makes my soul smile.
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