Race Day

My day has been one of many races against the clock.

Sometimes that happens.
 You get up and it begins, racing through chores and preparations just to get out of the house to speed off to work.  You race to get the work done for a deadline (which happens to be your 30 minute lunch).  Then it is a rush to run an errand and also get a little bit to eat because you only had time to pack half a lunch.  You push it in your mouth because you are due at another client's.  They have put a deadline on some work (for the end of the workday), so of course you kick it up a notch to get it done.  Your head starts to spin.  You know before the work is done that the most-lovable-daughter-in-the-whole-world is waiting to be picked up from day camp.  With her in the van, you speed off to an associate's to pick up some paperwork, head home, start dinner (and do the dishes 'cause you need clean ones to eat off of), finish off some paperwork for the evening's 2 meetings and make sure your most-lovable-son-in-the-whole-world is organized for his first evening of hockey conditioning camp.  As soon as everyone is fed, you drive the 25 minutes to the rink and set up a table to greet the families coming for the camp, meet ever-so-briefly a couple of times with key people in the camp, head off to the meetings, and when the meetings are all finally over 3 hours later you arrive home to find that someone has used the last of the milk and drank the last of the orange juice which were really meant for tomorrow morning.   And your wonderful teenage son wants me to help him make a snack before I drive him to his buddy's home for a sleepover.
Well, I figured at the end of all this I deserved a treat from Tim Horton's... but only after I bought some milk for the morning cereal.
Do you ever have any crazy days like this?  When I have a 'race day' like this (yes, this was not the first and likely not the last), I usually end the day remembering how important it is to have time to slow down and reflect, time to spend chatting with my Maker.  And I feel guilty.  Rightly so.
God, you are awesome.  Without you watching over me and helping me, the day would not have had these accomplished tasks.   And to think I didn't bother to slow down long enough to thank You.  Please forgive me.
Prayer isn't meant to happen once a day, at the end of the day, when we can hardly keep our eyes open.  God wants to have conversations with us all day, throughout the day.  When I remember to do that, those are the sweetest days.
Thank you for your love, Father.