I don’t pray often. In fact, I can’t even say if there is a ‘God’ or not. I don’t think I will ever know the answer to that question. But, in times of great stress and grief, I find myself praying to this ‘God’ above asking for assistance. In times of gratitude, I find myself thanking this ‘God’ above.
I suppose instinctually I do, deep down, believe there is a power greater than all of us. When I have exhausted all other options, I pray and I pray hard.
I am at my wits end with some issues, currently. I have visualized my own personal ‘future’ and I have spoken it out into the Universe. Still, I wait. And my patience is running thin. I have learned all I can in the situations that have crossed my path this year. I am tired. I am weary. But I am still strong.
There is nothing left to do but just fall into a ball and cry out to this so-called ‘God’ above. Just for today, I pray.