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Usually, pretty much every time I remember, or when I remember, I pray before meals. I had a cousin ask why I don't do it before snacks. Which, actually, made me a bit angry... initially. He suggested I should. He doesn't pray before anything! The problem is, he was correct. Regardless of his intent, I now pray before snacks too. Oh, I do forget. It's the nature of illness, age, reality.
However, once in a while, I don't pray immediately. It's like sneaking some of His food. It is... petulant? Or... something, but in that neighborhood. The thing is? I know, acknowledge in my sneaking, that it is His food... not mine, yours, ours. So, in even that case, I am acknowledging some very important things. Now, before long, after a bite or such, I do offer prayer. Just... an odd thing. A very rare thing, but it does happen. Had to laugh, when I realized how little I was actually getting away with.
I am hoping to get to bed early tonight. No guarantee. I seem to glide right through this stage of insomnia. There is hope. I have to be awake until chores. I'd like to do some dishes, make soup, take a shower, start laundry. I'm just not sure anything will happen. Work, or an early sleep... hopes, goals, such. Later.
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