Cheerios Prayer

Mornings are predictable at the Wornom household. My kids swarm into the kitchen for breakfast like locusts, grab cereal out of the pantry and load up their bowls, then retreat to their favorite chair to eat. Stray cheerios and wheat flakes lie scattered around the floor.

In years past, Zdravka would bake something awesome every morning - a scone, cinnamon raison rolls, pancakes - but this got to be too much work day after day. So we went conventional and started serving cereal.

Problem is, an hour later everyone is hungry again. Cereal isn't a rib-sticker. So one by one, the children drift back into the kitchen, ready for another go.

Prayer feels to me like that. It's both profoundly satisfying but always leaves me hungry for more, which is a way of saying it leaves me yearning for more encounter with Him.