Although a combination of coffee and Christ is my favorite way to start the morning, I have been absolutely terrible about my quiet time lately.

While in the throes of the first trimester, I developed aversions to coffee and sleep – two things that made getting up at 5am to have my quiet time each morning much more tolerable when I was able to tolerate them.  But, after many nights of insomnia, I found myself clinging to every last second of sleep when I could enjoy it, often waiting until I absolutely had to get Becks up for school before I would rise and then creeping back under the covers while he was showering and dressing for the day.  Knowing that I wouldn’t enjoy a cup of coffee once I made it downstairs made it even harder to pull the covers back!

Generally, I’ve felt pretty “off” lately. I blame these crazy hormones that have taken over my body and drained my motivation.  {Admission: I pretty much took up residence in front of our fireplace for the entire month of January, moving only when necessary.  I was convinced I’d succumbed to some type of pregnancy coma and/or depression.  It was awful.}

 These are not really good excuses for not spending time with my Savior, though, and my lack of connection has really been weighing heavy on my heart lately. I NEED my mornings of coffee and Christ and I just haven’t been making it happen. It’s especially apparent when I’m feeding Faith her nightly bottle, sitting in the quiet darkness, reflecting back over the day and realizing I haven’t spent a single second talking to Him. The one who has done so much, and yet I talk to Him so little.

  I know that I need to dig back into the word and abide in his presence.  Less of me, more of Him.

Have you ever felt like your prayer life was drab?  Your Bible reading an inferior priority on your to-do list?  Your time with Him non-existent?

Me, too.  I’m here right now, feeling the disconnect but knowing better.

Talk to me, friends.  How did you wade out of those waters?

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