Tonight, I accidentally let my soul pray, "I can't be all things to everyone" and the weeping began.
In that moment, I was allowed to be weak and encouraged at the same time. Oddly enough, I did not rush out of the moment, as if it were a dramatic play scene. I reassured myself that it was okay to express and have this feeling! This was certainly not a moment to pull myself up by my own boot straps, but to realize that I was wearing sneakers, an entirely different type of shoe.
Meditation and prayer are one in the same for me. The peeling back process of our thoughts, worries and things that make us anxious that occurs through meditation and the quieting of distractions allows me to see with a different eye. The prayer activates my voice and hearing with prayer. As I write this, I realize that I "pray" with my head more often than pray with my heart. While both are important, there are times when my heart's prayer fails to surface because of all the noise.
This season, I am being lead read to scriptures, quotes and experiences around the word "wait". So interesting. I will pick this conversation up later, but let's start digesting it.
