This morning I found myself sitting in the Chantry Chapel at St. Thomas 5th Avenue. I felt compelled to go there, to sit in the quiet majesty of that beautiful space and to pray. It has been a while since I have done anything like that. I feel as if God has broken my heart. But there I was, on my knees praying the Our Father. I then sat in silence and asked for God to bless the things which are dearest to me - my family, my friends, my art, my health, the health of my unborn niece, the health of my good friend’s father. I asked God to bless my work.
I spent time petitioning for the continued blessing of the joy and connection I feel with a most magnificent woman. I believe in love again. And that is a good place to be.
I gave thanks, and then I read a little bit of Paul, got a little bit mad and left for my new job.
Well, it’s a start…
Spring: Coming Back To Life
16 years ago
1 comment:
And a good start, at that. When in doubt, pray the way that Jesus taught us to pray. Not always bad to read a bit of scripture and get angry too - it isn't challenging us if it isn't occasionally making us mad.
you're in my prayers. God is persistent - I don't think God is going to let you go very easily, my friend.
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