Prayer has been described as "going home to God" and as "climbing up near to thee".
When my husband and I go to bed each night we pray, taking turns praying. He prays on odd days such as April 3, 5, 7 and I pray on even days such as April 2, 4, 6.
I was so tired last night after a busy day. I had gotten up early to go to Weight Watchers by 6:45 (lost 1.4 pounds) and then to teach a Saturday class to teenagers from 9 to 1. I stopped for groceries before returning home. When I got home, all I wanted to do was rest, but that $45 hair appointment half of an hour away awaited me and I would be charged if I didn't get there. Hubby went with me as he does whenever he can; he wants to protect me, and it also may be the Alzheimer's shadowing. The elegant salon served him a glass of wine while my hair was being cut and styled.
Wanting to make a date of it after the hair appointment we headed to the movie theatre. "Titanic" would be $30 for both of us and we decided to see this on our 12th Anniversary later in the month rather than last night when I told him I might just fall asleep. (This movie hubby owned when we were first married and it is part of his long-term memory and he will enjoy it in 3-D unlike the other new movies that don't impress him.) We headed instead to Macaroni Grill where I totally blew my careful diet. It is so easy to make dieting mistakes when you are tired.
I was tired and disgusted with myself for blowing the diet when we went to bed, but I loved going home to God and climbing up to God with my husband's delightful prayer last night. Without the specifics because of his short term memory, my husband thanked God for the wonderful life, wonderful day, wonderful family and friends we have and asked Him to give us a good night sleep. I wish I could have recorded this prayer.
Refreshed this Easter morning, I reflect that Christ has gone home and is by the Father's right hand making intercession for us weak caregivers and Alzheimer's patients who want to climb up and be by Him in prayer.