I make an effort each day to always spend the first moments of the new day in prayer. I offer the Lord the new day and my whole future with all my dreams and aspirations and then set these aside. I thank God for the day just done and all of my past with all the joys, disappointments and memories both the happy and sad and then set these aside. I lift up my mind, my heart and and my soul. I try to still the hungry grumbling in my stomach, to calm the restless beating of my heart, to tame the wild ramblings in my imagination. In the stillness and the quiet that remains, I stay silent. And in the space that I have created, I encounter a faint light, a quiet murmur, a certain warmth that is very reassuring. I see no face. I hear no voice. But I am certain someone is here with me. I open my heart. I open my mind. And my spirit is at peace. I am not sure if I am becoming a better person because of this daily exercise but it is something I feel I must do. And I entrust everything else unto the Presence I encounter daily in my prayers. Speak Lord. I am listening.
“Go home to your friends, and tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and what mercy he has shown you.’ And he went away and began to proclaim in the Decapolis how much Jesus had done for him; and everyone was amazed. Mark 5:1-20