For about a year and a half I have had a regular weekly hour of adoration at out church. Adoration is when the consecrated host of Jesus Christ is exposed for parishioners to reverently adore him in prayer and worship.
Initially the hour was spent with all of my children together as I was pregnant with our sixth child. There were some growing pains as I learned to find peace even when they were not peaceful. Some days I repeatedly prayed, “Jesus help me. Jesus I surrender myself to you. Jesus help me to love my children well in this moment.” And when I say I repeated that type of prayer, I mean I repeated it over and over again for nearly the entire hour. But there was so much grace too. I began to see certain knee jerk reactions for what they were: knee jerk reactions and not necessarily helpful solutions. These hours were not perfectly quiet, but I fully believe they were saving my life during that season. They helped me to direct my focus to God’s grace and strength rather than my own weakness and short comings.
Last summer I began to have the opportunity to take just one child at a time with me. These hours are usually quieter and more peaceful and I am grateful for the opportunity to share Jesus with my children and have quality time with them before and after adoration in which we can talk. In this current season of life, the extra quiet is very helpful and I feel like each child is learning the value of spending time with Jesus in a more direct and personal way outside of our families practices of prayer and church attendance.
Many days, this hour is the only one I get to spend writing in my journal and pouring my heart out to God with almost no interruptions. It is saving my sanity and helping me to see the rest of my responsibilities with greater clarity and through the lens of how I can surrender them to God. I often have really important perspective shifts or insights or ideas that help me serve our family more effectively.

