Read this paragraph this morning and was overjoyed to find words for what I've experienced this lent, wanted to share with you:
When I look up from feeding the outside dogs to see the full moon coming up through the bare trees like the wide iris of God's own eye, when I feel the beam of it enter my busy heart straight through the zipper of my fleece jacket and fill me full of light - I am in prayer. When I spend all afternoon chopping onions, stewing tomatoes, and setting the dining room table with every piece of silver I own for a supper of soup and bread with friends, I am in prayer. When I am so sick that I cannot do anything but lie in bed with a jar of Vick's Vaporub and a blister pack of cold cheap cialis lost somewhere in the sheets, with all the time in the world to remember whom I love and why, I am in prayer.
- An Altar in the World, A Geography of Faith by Barbara Brown Taylor
Blessings on your prayers this Holy Week,
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