Lately I have been discomfited, out of sorts, edgy, prone to grouch. Not a pleasant place to be. Nothing satisfied. Last night I was told to pray. Not told by a person. I would have surely rejected that. A quiet inner voice said: Pray. An instant aversion was my reaction though deep within I knew the advice was right. I slept on it.
I awoke just now with the feeling that comes when I am about to venture on a deep studious path of contemplative writing. Of course! My form of prayer: the focused use of words aligning myself with God.
I was surrounded by the 23rd Psalm.
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