Images seen in my prayers bring me comfort, but I do not consider myself a mystic. I share and lay myself bare anyway. Where might it lead?
This is what I mean when I say I want to be a saint. Freedom to fully live into who I was Created to be without fear. Prayer is key.
Praying in the trauma bay has required me to confront my sense of powerlessness and making public my belief in prayer. In doing so I’ve experienced a shift in my ability to be prayerfully present.
This past week I fell down the comparison hole. Then Spirit reminded me that I need to be Mary and listen before I can be Martha.