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.