Sunday, September 14, 2008
Powerful Prayer
I have always been full of questions. Even as a little kid, I wondered where God came from. I remember my Mom was so concerned about getting this question answered that she had some lady come to our house and try to explain it to me. I must have been about 5 years old. She talked about a big circle, and it didn't make any sense to me. I came out of that with more questions. Hmm. I guess it makes sense that I'm a Journalist.
I believe in God, and I believe in prayer. I have always felt that prayer was a way of keeping the relationship going with God, not necessarily a way to get what I wanted. In fact, I've never asked for anything I felt would be trivial, such as a car, or some other material thing.
I know these days that stuff about "intention," and being able to get what you want in your life by thinking it, is all very big and popular. Generally, I believe that having a positive attitude, and goals is the way to attain a good life. But I'm skeptical, because that is just how I am. Plus, I don't think God intends for everyone to be able to do this.
I mean really, can you imagine some bushman in Africa thinking, "Oh, if I can just visualize that life with a nice house, a picket fence, a big SUV in the driveway, and private school for my kids, I can have it."
Get real.
Now I'm reading this book called "Meditation as Medicine," and it has me thinking on such a different level that I can't even put into words exactly what I'm thinking about prayer.
I'm not what I would call stupid, but I'm not really on the genius level either. I'm somewhere in the middle. From this book, and another one I've read "The Heart's Code," (both written by doctors) I am starting to see that we really are all connected to everything. I mean everything.
We respond to vibrations, and our bodies can actually benefit from certain sounds and vibrations. And I think we communicate this way, on a primal level, without even knowing it sometimes. Think of how we say things like, "You could cut the tension in that room with a knife." Granted, some are better at picking up on the vibrations than others.
There have been experiments done on this. Our cells, our tiny cells in our bodies, have memories. I'm getting too deep for my own good here. I'll move on.
At one point, a very low point, I was praying all day and into the night. No kidding. I prayed while I took a shower, cooked a meal, did the laundry. Basically, unless I was in conversation with someone, or playing with my little boy, or sleeping, I was praying.
I prayed that God would lead me to the right people to help me with a legal situation. I prayed for strength, patience, understanding, and wisdom. I prayed that if something needed to be said, that God would give me the words to say it. And if nothing needed to be said, that God would help me to be silent.
This worked.
Recently I said a prayer; a heartfelt, heartsick prayer. I prayed for one simple thing. The situation was such that I could've prayed for a total turnaround so that everything was great again. I didn't. I tried to get to the very heart of what I truly needed just at that moment. So I prayed only that someone would feel the love of God on their heart, soften, and have the clarity of mind to respond, and make one phone call.
And she did.
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wonderful!
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