But something always comes up.
I suppose it's been weeks since I've talked with God.
Maybe months.
It's hard to remember.
Last night, I planned to go up to my room after dinner,
dig my Bible out of my closet, and read a chapter or two.
And later, spend some quality time in prayer.
But the Bible was tucked under some magazines,
which seemed more interesting.
You know how it goes sometimes.
Then the phone rang.
It was just a friend from work who wanted to switch hours with me.
But we got to talking about that new girl on the job--
the one with the California tan and cover-girl smile.
When I hung up and glanced at the clock,
I couldn't believe it was already time for my favorite show on TV,
a two-hour special.
Before I knew it, the night was shot.
I had to take a quick shower and make a sack lunch for school the next day.
It was hard to read my Bible and pray at 11:30 after all that.
NO energy.
I tried, but kept thinking about taht new girl and a thousand other things.
So I ended up just mumbling a few bless 'ems before drifting off to sleep.
I know I need to pray more.
I mean really pray.
Other Christians I know say prayer changes things.
So it must be important.
But time slips away so easily.
Maybe things will be different tomorrow.
Yeah, maybe.