Curious About Prayer

I’ve always been curious about prayer. I remember very early on feeling like we were doing it wrong. Begging and pleading with a far away distant God, outside of creation. Negotiating the outcomes we so desired, felt more like control than surrender.

I ebb and flow in the rhythm of prayer, much like my path through orientation, disorientation, new orientation. But I’m always breathing. The breath of Creator always in my lungs. Inhaling Spirit. Inhaling life. Exhaling death. Sometimes intentional. Sometimes necessity. 

In yet another awakening of my journey, attempting to practice Christ in me, I rethink prayer. The importance of pausing, confessing, receiving, embodying, moving.

My ritual involves lighting a candle, silence, breathing, and reading prayers of wise mystics of the faith. Tonight I read from this beautiful collection of meditations written by women:

“May we be the ones who come close to you

Because of our vulnerability and not

Because of our false certainties;

Teach us to lay down our masks and pretenses.

You tore down the veil between us and the Holy of Holies,

Keep our hands from rehanging the curtain.”

I highly recommend this book. Thank you Sarah Bessey!💕