Monkey Bars & My Favorite Prayer
I’ve had a semi-crappy day. I had my feelings hurt yesterday evening by a grown woman. That amazes me. Why ? First, because I allowed her words to hurt me and secondly, I still can’t believe she said what she did in front of other people. I was polite to her. I did not respond with any hate-filled words. Believe me, I wanted to. I think it was God showing me that it is definitely time to get away from that situation and to move on.
Now, to what I started this post about. Today when J got in the car she was BEAMING. Couldn’t wait to tell me her good news. "Mommy, I made it all the way across the monkey bars." Until today, she has only been able to go "2 bars" before falling off. She was so proud of herself. The teacher helping her into the car was so proud of her and it made my heart melt to know how happy she was.
Why can’t we find such joy in such "little" things ? Actually, now that I think about it, I probably would find joy in being able to make it all the way across the monkey bars. LOL. Do they make any high enough for me to find out ?
I want to share one my favorite prayers with you all. Here goes:
A Prayer For Prayer
May we let prayer be. May we allow it to follow the infinite patterns of the human heart.
May we learn to practice the most difficult art, the art of noninterference.
May we be guided by prayer instead of attempting to guide prayer.
May we allow prayer to be what it needs to be, to be what it is.
May we let prayer be.
