Listening Prayer....
/I feel like I talk to myself a lot. I've written that I sense a narration of my entire life. But then it dawned on me today... it's a conversation. An ongoing prayer. Because while time set aside for prayer is especially important in my life - in some ways life is a prayer.
Each day is its own petition. Each experience its own intention.
AND...
As this heavy summer evening folds its hands and vows itself with the protection of the night sky - I too bow in the thought that tomorrow is the last day of waiting... before the final results.
Because the day after tomorrow... I will know what type of cancer, the stage, its whereabouts within my body, my plan.
I won't know any outcomes. We never do... until they happen, and then its over.
So I stay in prayer... in conversation. I listen. Especially now... I haven't a lot to say.
I hold onto Stella. I breathe in her smile. Tonight she is my prayer.
Amen.
Amen. Amen. Amen.