The morning is quiet and still.
The sun has yet to leak soft light into inky night sky.
I need to get to my Bible study and prayer time, but I’m not sure I can do my routine today. My heart is heavy and my breaths take effort.
Eyes close as I take in air and sadness.
But somehow in this moment, I sense the Sacred.
So I’ll sit here for a minute. I can do that, sit here…for just a minute.
Lighting candles in the dark room I turn on this music and settle into a chair to watch flickers of shadows on the wall.
“The Lord is my Shepherd…
The Psalm drifts in, so I whisper the verses I love. I want my near-deaf ears to hear my hearts prayer.
“My Father which art in heaven…
The familiar prayer comes next but today it doesn’t seem so familiar. Concentrating on every word, I make certain I mean them.
“…Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven” , with the close of the prayer I see a face in my mind and I whisper a prayer for her.
Another face, another whispered prayer all clothed with burden.
Another face …my heart aches, I ask The Father to help with his need. To protect. To deliver.
Another person comes to mind then another and another.
Those whispers of prayer look like wisps of clouds dancing slow over the faces in my minds eye.
I wonder out loud: “Do they do any good at all Father?”
The next whisper surprises…
“I lift up my eyes to the hills, where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.”
I breathe deep and it feels like the color of first-light…all soft blues and coral
Thank you lover of my soul, for knowing what I needed today.