Most men forget God all day and ask Him to remember them at night.

"Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice."
Psalm 55:17

About a month ago, I started reading my mother's copy of God's Little Devotional Book every night before I went to sleep. I could never really do what my friends from StreetDance did. To open up the Bible and read a chapter everyday. I felt comfortable with this, though.

So last night, that was what I read. I don't really write much about these things, but I felt like I needed to write this down somewhere. I realize that a lot of times, I do forget about God. I go about my day without even thinking about him, except maybe when I pray before meals or when I feel anxious and I say a quick prayer - out of instinct, maybe. I do remember to take a few minutes before sleeping to talk to Him. Reading that short passage last night, I felt.. guilty? I don't know if it's the right word, but it struck me.

I'm quite far from being a Francis of Assisi - being so lost in prayer - but I'll try.

This sounds like something out of high school morning talks. I actually miss those. I remember in senior year, some of us had the chance to do the morning talk. I think I did it twice. I don't remember which reading I was assigned, or whether I actually talked sense, but I do remember feeling good about it. Thank God for twice-a-week-ministries and Mass on Saturdays. It's like morning talk all over. (:

The trees are swaying outside and the sky is crying furiously. It's actually scary. Hey, at least I'll get to wear the Club jacket for the first time. Ha.