something i read this morning:

"Why should I spend an hour in prayer each day when I do nothing  during that time but think about people I am angry with, people who are angry with me, books I should read, books I should write, and a thousand other silly things that  happen to grab my mind  for a moment? The answer is because God is greater than my mind and my heart, and what is happening in prayer is not measurable in terms of  human success  and failure. What I must do first of all is be faithful. If I believe that the first commandment is to love God with my whole heart, mind and soul, then I should at least be able to spend one hour a day with nobody else but God. The question  as to whether it is helpful , useful, practical, or fruitful is completely irrelevant, since the only reason to love is love itself. Everything else is secondary.

The remarkable thing, however , is that sitting in the presence of God for one hour each morning - day after day , week after week, month after month - in total confusion and with a myriad of distractions, radically changes my life. God, who loves me so much that he sent his only son not to condemn me but to save me, does not leave me hanging in the dark too long.  I might think that each hour is useless, but after thirty, or sixty or ninety useless hours, I gradually realize that I was not as alone as I thought; a very small, gentle voice has been speaking to me far beyond my noisy place. So: be confident and trust in the Lord."

And now I'm listening to  Andrew Belle and Wakey!Wakey!

Me likey likey.

but you know i'll never let this go to waste. i'll keep this memory on the map i trace.