Sunday

Prayer

When I pray, I feel God's presence within me like a warm breeze. Sometimes my prayer has words. Ancient words, learned in school, in church and at my childhood bedtime. My prayers can be gratitude and my prayers can be petitions. I can pray out loud and I can pray in silence. My prayers can be read from my favorite book and my prayers can be following my breathing, in and out, slowly for 30 minutes. My prayer can be watching the birds, butterflies, and bees. My prayer can be smelling the sweet smell of angel roses, lilacs, and honeysuckle. My prayers can be peaceful music, or rock and roll. I can pray by simply, or not so simply, paying attention, being aware. I can pray in laughter, and I can pray with my tears.

I pray knowing God's unconditional love wraps me in the mystery of life and I am home.



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