Prayer is the mother and daughter of tears. It is an expiation of sin, a bridge across temptation, a bulwark against affliction. It wipes out conflict, is the work of angels, and is the nourishment of everything spiritual. (St. John Climacus, The Ladder of Divine Ascent)
Is it prayer? If I address nothing in particular to the Father, but carry the thoughts, promises and assurances I've heard the last few days in my mind closely... is that prayer? Is it trust? Not making any conscious movements toward conclusion or determination... just waiting for whatever comes next with the faith that He will present me with the answer at the same time the question comes?
Is the verse that comes to mind I thought I had forgotten prayer? I am certainly thankful for it.
Too deep for me these questions at this time of day. By this time I know my mind is done learning, noticing or even paying attention. I'm done. And still I feel in His presence... where I am, there He is also... maybe that's what prayer is.
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