I left my journal in front seat of the cattle truck I drove home two nights ago. Yesterday, whole day of rain and repairing little problems that amass and are found on the farm on days as such, by its end, it was forgotten and realized only after reaching home.
Without it, empty page to transcribe whatever’s there in mind—clearing and making space for follow-on and rest of day—my morn’s a little off.
Grace of God and Spirit sign, I received a message from a friend. Through distance and time, I was on their mind, and he told he’d pray for me—rosary we both pray.
It raised a brightness in my spirit where before was only tire. I answered back and told my thanks, and how I am answering with same—prayers for he and family on decade of the chain.
I light a prayer candle my wife picked up for us on trip to city yesterday. We’ve been without one for a while, and whether silly, superstitious, or something more, I like to pray and read and contemplate in the company of light contained in guiding flame.
Often, when I start to pray, I feel God intercede. Rather than press, rote in plan, I open to receive. I listen. I discern. I record what then comes of; not mine but something of Another wishing someone to record, and so I do—the best that I am able.
God is always speaking, signing in his ways, if we slow and still and pause—discern—long enough to see.
Prayers matter, even when we see no purpose of why behind. There’s a reason names are on our heart, God invites us—for them—to pray.
It makes a difference: praying, saying—how one small act of care and spirit can change a morn, a day, a life.
Give the Light.
Discerning, believing this, I do: for friend, for You, as God invites in each of us to—in company of spirit-flames.