This prayer arrived very early last Thursday. It was so difficult to express in words that I came close to giving up, only finishing it this morning:
Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest (Matthew 11:28; NLT).
Resting in prayer:
Silent and dark.
Turning to God:
One mind, one heart.
Bowing in prayer:
Wordless and deep.
Trusting in God:
Shared love is sweet.
Yielding in prayer:
Body and soul.
Joining with God:
Our Maker and goal.
I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus (Philippians 3:14; NIV).
Come, let us worship and bow down. Let us kneel before the LORD our maker (Psalm 95:6; NLT).
Yield your hearts to the LORD (Joshua 24:23; NIV).
The dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it (Ecclesiastes 12:7; NIV).
The Rosary Hospital
I’m now well-launched on my second large batch of rosaries, which will all be Fiat rosaries this time. Here is a chunky, very tactile one with a recycled cross. I enjoyed making it yesterday: