Yesterday, I woke and began to pray, as usual. My list of people to pray for was at hand, but it is long, and I was weary of pushing myself to pray for each one in turn. So instead I just opened myself to being led in prayer.
Almost immediately, I received the first line of today’s blog, and wrote it down, then waited quietly, to see what would happen next. This is what I experienced:
The source of prayer is deep within. It comes from God, who lives in every soul.
God is our breath, our spirit, and our Saviour.
So I allowed God’s Spirit to guide my prayers.
I prayed very simply for those who came to mind, feeling peaceful and unhurried.
To my considerable relief, no further insights arose from the dark depths of my unconscious mind. This meant I wouldn’t have to spend the day trying to express something that was difficult to put into words.
After praying for others until no more names appeared, I worshipped in silence until my prayer reached a comfortable, natural ending.
It was bliss.
Thou makest me to know the path of life; in Thy presence is fulness of joy, in Thy right hand bliss for evermore (Psalm 16:11; JPS Tanakh 1917).