Sunday, I was up early and ready for church. The sun was shining; it was going to be a beautiful day. Then, out of the blue, it happened. I read a post on Facebook. By now you all suppose it was something negative or obscene, But it wasn’t. It was a simple picture with the words “God loves it when we make time for him, but it started a myriad of thoughts: I thought of my grown children and how much even a simple phone call can mean to me because I know they are busy, so I appreciate their willingness to make time for me. I thought of how much time I spend with God. I won’t lie; it is appalling. ~5 minutes in the morning, A quick prayer at noon, ~30 seconds Another quick prayer at supper, ~another 30 seconds Scripture time at night, ~ 5 minutes Oh and let’s not forget a prayer right before bed.~ 10 minutes (I'm being generous.) I was ashamed and immediately resolved to do better, and I have. The questions remained and continu