I pray because the need flows out of me all the time, waking and sleeping.”Īfter casting my care on God, I try to find inspiration. Some mock the notion that prayer, that it’s for weak people. It takes some soul searching, some solitude, but when they crop up, I want to nip them in the bud by prayer. How can I cast something on God in prayer that has no name?ĭrumroll…I’m pushing sixty! 6-0! I’m getting old, but I still have lifegoals. I used to ignore it, but now I give it a name. That familiar anxiety of failure pops up. Despite the sore throat that feels like swallowing razors, I’m finding this time in my recliner, snow falling outside, my dog Bea at my side, quite peaceful it’s given me time to reflect. It started with a headache, and now it’s been seven-day marathon with a nasty virus.
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