Some days are so crazy that I don’t have time to take a breath & pray until they’re half-gone.

That’s a lie, actually. I have time in the morning before I start my day. I just choose to fill it with other things. The Ticket, Twitter, ESPN, answering emails–all are more important to me than talking with you, reflecting on your presence.

And then when the day begins, the things that cry out for my attention are so insistent …

I read something on Twitter this morning: something like,

“I don’t have time” doesn’t describe your schedule, it describes your priorities.

Forgive me for not submitting my priorities to you, so that I always have time before the busyness.