This morning, I woke up at 3 AM. I decided to start my day instead of trying to go back to sleep for a few hours. I got my work-out clothes on. I put my heart monitor and my phone in my armband. I couldn't quite believe that I was going to try a run since I have been sick the past few days. I decided to try it anyway.
I put a tiny bit of vapo-rub in my mustache and beard to help keep my lungs and congestion soothed. I figured if I could run without coughing it would be ok. Lo, and behold, the trick worked. I didn't set any speed records but I ran 5k in about 37 and a half minutes. I came home, got some liquids in me and ate a protein bar for recovery nutrition. Already feeling good with those good endorphin levels running through me from the exercise, I checked my email and took a shower. I even shaved.
I woke the boys up a few minutes later than usual because the older ones have late start on Fridays. We had a normal morning. After some early getting ready from the older 2 we woke the others and had family prayer and read scriptures. I always try to read with feeling. I think it makes it more interesting. The boys, getting them to read when it's their turn is about all we can get from drowsy children. We closed with a prayer and then it happened. I reminded them to take time to say their personal prayers. I forget to do this all the time. I'm perfectly willing to pray, myself, with the family but forget to take time to speak with heavenly father personally.
I went into my room and closed the door. Instead of quietly saying a prayer in my head. I spoke out loud. I had forgotten after all these years since my mission how powerful it is to speak out loud to the lord. Not to take anything away from having a prayer in our hearts, or for times when you feel that a quiet prayer is needed. I think, sometimes, when I say the prayer in my head that I'm somehow being more humble and submissive. But to speak out loud reminded me that a prayer is a conversation with our heavenly father. I could feel him answering me and giving me comfort. It brought me to tears to ask for help with my children and protection for my wife. It was real.
I think that I will make an effort to find time to pray out loud personally each day. Make it my routine. It was good to have a conversation with the one who knows me best.