My heart is filled and beating this morning, words churning through my head, dancing with emotion and so much thought and passion. Oh, the things each of us endure, want, reap, think, experience! There are a variety of ills my friends and family are encountering at the moment - from my cousin's sweet baby in the NICU to vestiges of physical cancer, dejection, hopelessness, confusion and the exhaustion that is often interlaced when existing in pockets of stasis, even when peace and patience remain.
The truth is that we are all in our own promised land - every single one of us; for it is not the end result when sighs of relief punctuate closure that marks the beginning of happiness. It is not then that we should say that our life is finally together. No! Look at where you are now - look at the journey, the people, the experiences, the emotion, the lessons, the laughter. Feel the glory of connection, the spirit, the miracles and the sweet presence of tiny blossoms growing among the weeds. It is in all of this that magnifies on such a glorious level what it is to be alive. To be human. To have needs. To have needs met. To learn. To find compassion. To live in gratitude.
Oh, I do dwell so much upon gratitude but I cannot help it swell within me; I cannot help but feel its efficacy drive my thoughts and feel my soul weep at the graciousness and generosity of a Heavenly Father who knows my heart and mind and who, diligently, without fail, meets the longings, yearnings and necessities I cannot voice.
Prayer is everything to me. I have an open conversation with Him daily...perhaps on my knees at night, or my hands clasped in James' as we take turns offering our couple's prayer. But for the most part, my heart is always talking, thinking, whispering - asking for direction, for His guidance in the things I must do and the things I must say. Daily.
Today, I have begun a Prayer Box. I was thinking of the miracles that come from congregations praying for individuals and their needs. I was thinking of the power of that collective faith and gratitude and realized that much more, how we can add that blessing in our own lives. I was thinking - what if every morning, we were to take a sheet of paper and put to script our own needs and supplication for that day? Dear Heavenly Father, please bless me, I need...
What if at the end of each day we were to come back to our written prayer, to reflect and to write the miracles and blessings that occurred from our slightest requests? Would we be more accountable for the things we ask for? Would our thoughts and actions be congruent with our prayer so that we not only expressed our want and need, but were made aware of our own culpability to its fruition? Oh, I think So.
Would we begin to truly understand how important and of worth we are intimately in our Father's sight? Would we realize that all that we have and all that we are, all that we will have and all that we will become, has a destination larger than we can imagination just for our own wandering into wayward thoughts and slips into fear? Would we take each day, one after another, and make it that much closer to Him, that much more aligned with our desires to see and reap the growth and joy, peace and prosperity we ask for? And would we see the prosperity of our hearts as exponentially more important than the prosperity of physical peace?
I know this as I submit my own prayer. Dear Heavenly Father, bless those in need and comfort today.
Xo,
Becca
- This Carman Girl
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