Now I lay me, down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. Keep me Jesus, through the night, and wake me with the morning light.
|"Make a Wish" ©Nicole Worthley|
I used to do the more elaborate version, in which the second sentence was, If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take; if I should live another day, I pray the Lord to guide my ways... but I went through a period after my cousin, who was 2, drown, in which I was terrified of dying because I didn't want to leave my family, and I cut that part out because it would torment me and keep me from falling asleep. Now, I occasionally switch it up, but the shorter version comes so natural.
It used to end with with, God bless Mommy, Daddy, and everyone, Amen.
Now, it ends with, God bless my husband, my children, my family... and then it ensues with a longer list of prayers, musings, thoughts, questions, etc.
I admit, I don't pray as much as I should probably pray. I am guilty of usually only praying at night, and if something goes "wrong," or when I'm at certain family homes and we're eating meals, or at church.
But, lately, especially, I've taken on a lot of prayer. Still, mostly at night, but now it's starting to infiltrate into other parts of the day. I know it's mostly because of our current hardship. But, I also feel like it's just an evolving sense of faith. I've gone through prayerful periods before.
What's new, now, I noticed today, is that for the past few weeks, if I am driving and in the vehicle alone, I pray. And, sometime its out loud. Yeah. Woah. I haven't prayed an impromptu prayer aloud since my camp counselor years when it was a common occurance to lead a prayer aloud. Then, I always felt a bit of stage fright, though, knowing it was in front of tons of people.
I have, apparently, without really thinking about it or planning it, started praying, aloud, driving. I noticed the other day when I was driving across town in traffic that I was praying, and that's when I looked back, thinking of the last few weeks and how that happens. Yesterday, I decided, after it came to my attention what I was doing, that I would spend my entire commute talking with, or to, God. No excuses.
It was a great drive, I must say.
I can't say that I'll be up for praying aloud, publicly, any time soon, but it feels really good to do it privately.
Now, after noticing that, I feel like I should really incorporate more prayer into my life and our home. I feel like we should introduce bedtime prayers to Spencer. He's two, so he won't "get it" necessarily, even if we do explain. I'm not sure how to explain really. I've never "done" God stuff with a toddler before. I feel like we should pray before meals when we eat together, and even if we don't, I can still pray. I feel like, maybe, Jake and I should really make the effort to pray together.
So, the title... it immediately came to mind when I decided to write another blog tonight. I didn't realize, immediately, that it's a song. A few seconds later, of course, I did.
Side note: Bon Jovi was one of my childhood crushes. Yeah. I said it.
Turns out, the chorus fits, though. Yup, I do love this song.
She says we've got to hold on to what we've got
Cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - well give it a shot