I began with Genesis 1 and 2, but had difficulty reading it. I became very, very sleepy as I read. My eyes were slipping in and out of focus, and it was hard to make any sense out of what I could read. It was strange, because I was fine before I started. I was tempted to stop and come back later, but wasn't sure that I should. I tried to pray for help and guidance, but kept dozing off. Getting up and walking around didn't help much either. I spent the whole hour I should have been praying in trying to stay awake. I wasn't very successful in that either. All I can do is trust that my Father will help me in the future, and to offer the hour's struggle to Him in union with the Cross.

How good my Father is to me! Later in the day, He took the initiative and began to speak to me through what I had read in Genesis 1 and 2 earlier. I stopped what I was doing to listen. He spoke to me of how the creation of the universe was an act of love. I could feel the world throbbing with life and knew that that life was His gift. He cherishes His creation and longs to cherish each of us, His creatures. Yet, many chose not to respond to His love. I thought of Jesus weeping over Jerusalem when she would not respond to His love. I asked my Father, then, to grant the grace of response to those who refuse Him.

I was caught up, then, with wonder as I pondered the vast universe as an expression of love. I began to give thanks and praise for His love. I don't know how long this little prayer period lasted. I didn't think to look at a clock when my Father called to me.