Thursday, March 1, 2012

Prayer. 61/366.



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Today, I made my first attempt at a prayer. I've never been one to be religious but I do believe in God. I was tripping over thoughts, do people say prayers in their hearts or out loud? I found myself managing a barely audible whisper, with tears streaming down my face as word after word took its line. So many fears, so many concerns I always knew I had, but so many? I never realised just how much burden I bore on my shoulders. I didn't feel the presence so many have talked about but I did feel, washed upon me, relief. Relief, and just that was what I craved. This is the closest I have ever gotten to faith, having faith in something. Faith has always been something I etched in my mind, something I've tried so hard to believe in. Ironic, isn't it? Something that should come as it is, I've turned into a mindset. Tainted it to be inches away from the intangible cause that it should be. Straddling it in such a vulnerable position that it's lost it's meaning.


Everything, everything... happens for a reason.


2 comments:

  1. We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. And this hope will not lead to disappointment.

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  2. True that :) I couldn't agree more. Thanks for the advice, I appreciate it!

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