He bites my robe demanding attention yanking at the edge, pulling me to himself wanting to play while I want to pray. He is busy.
My cat (who died last winter) woke me up at 4:30. But she didn’t require attention after she was fed. Jack is another story!
What do I do?
Well, I’m adapting. But I admit sometimes God seems so far away. My quiet-times don’t feel as productive lately but I continue.