The other morning I began to seriously pray for my future daughter in law. One of my sons is a total morning person. I am not. One of my sons has a rather loud voice. I do not like loud noises in the morning. Two mornings ago as I sat there trying to stomach the noise and happiness, I thought, I better start praying for his wife. And, despite the humor in that, I did. I prayed for her. I prayed that either she is a morning person or that she develops extreme patience in the next 20 or so years.
I guess the good in this is that instead of getting more and more grumpy, I prayed. Now, I suppose I should pray at night that I can remember to be prayerful in the morning!