I don’t know what Day it is in my effort to create a habit of prayer. I have about three handwritten ones I’ve written before now and will add those to my count soon, purely for my own benefit, of course.
While ironing tonight I realized that I feel extraordinarily tired. A full weekend to be sure, but it didn’t seem to include much time to rest in mindful, prayerful, and attentive silence. As ever, most of my prayers occur on the go, in between activities, or mid-thought.
I cannot imagine You much appreciate the prevalence of the sayings these days, but “Really?!?” and “Seriously?!?” come to mind quite often and are said just as much. We seem to be walking around in a state of surprise at the reality that surrounds us. Could things really be this way? Do others truly believe what they say? Is this life just getting ridiculous?
I realize that it’s probably our attachment to a certain view or way of being that limits a greater understanding and results in our being “shocked.” It usually reflects moments of condescension and/or judgment, neither of which are flattering characteristics.
I am a weak creature; I realize this. Surely when I think I’m getting stronger, something happens to change my view. I am not self-sufficient in any manner of speaking, and this is a harsh reality. There are hurdles in my life, puzzles to figure out (and a box with the bigger picture would be tremendously helpful), and kids to raise in the meantime. There are friends to love and support, family to maintain connection with, and bills that have to be paid. Whose idea was it to add more to the mix?
God, I trust that you wouldn’t have rang unless there was a message to be left. You call; we answer, as I understand it. We do our best.
I pray for guidance and understanding. I give thanks to all who enrich my life so much, creating such a sense of abundance, and to all who are so patient with me.
You’re churning the soil, it feels like, and right now I need to keep both feet on solid ground. May the roots run deep.