Movements of Morning Prayer
It’s morning, and time for prayer. I uncurl, adjusting to the light. I lay flat, not really ready. I try to form thoughts, but they are slow and drowsy. My brai...
Category: a life of prayer
Day 13: Pinholes of Prayer
Some days my own small-mindedness and selfishness forms a crust over my spirit. I’m stewing on the inside, hardening on the outside. I lose the ability to be fl...
Day 11: Prayer in the Onion Patch
It’s been a quiet week. I’m slowly feeling my way back into things. I find it easier to pray when I’m moving or working. I was thinking that t...
Day 6: Morning Clarity
This morning, instead of going online first thing, I went to the Psalms. I was still groggy, still a little unfocused. But this is what happened. When my six ye...
Day 4: A Robin Sings
It’s 4 AM. Dawn has begun its slow stretch toward the sun. Out the window, there is not yet colour, only the lifting of shadow. I think of You through the...