I think that’s the title of a book I’ve never read. My impertinence knows no bounds.

This morning as I nursed my unbelievably beautiful Pumpkinhead, I contemplated returning to the warm bed. Contemplated might be the wrong word. Daydreamed? Lusted after? Oh, how I wanted to just go back to the warmth and easiness of dreamland.

And this conversation started brewing in my mind, because after everything and despite my lack of discipline in this area, I am still a writer. I draft conversations in my mind as if I’m writing a novel. I wish I could recall this one exactly, but it’s been a few hours since then and the conversation had the distinct flavor of dreaminess — and we know how those go. Dreams evaporate more quickly than the morning dew and leave less behind.

What is sticking with me is more of a hint of something. I remember clearly thinking that I should want to spend time with God, and after a bit of pressing back-and-forth as to why I might prefer lazing in bed to time with the Lover of my soul, I reached a point of almost desperate feeling and I felt my soul cry out as if being squeezed: Change my heart so that i want to spend time with You!

In that very moment, I had no more desire to go back to bed. I laid my precious Pumpkinhead down in his crib and made my way to my chair. Many obstacles cropped up along the way, but I eventually got there and sat down with the wonderful Word of God.

To prepare for Christmas, I’m reading Luke. My goal is a chapter a day. I caught up on Luke 2-4 this morning. And although this post isn’t about what I read, I’ll throw out this little tidbit: where most writers would call back in salacious detail the people involved in causing our Lord to spend His first night in a feeding trough, and how that came about, I am humbled to see how matter-of-fact Scripture handles this fact of our Lord’s birthday. Am I this quick to downplay my insults and injuries?

And because I know from this morning how eager God is to answer this prayer, I ask Him now: change my heart O God.