It gets personal from the first word. No mistaking it. When you pray, don't send your words flying off into space to be gathered in by some mysterious anonymous being. When you pray, say "Father".
"Hallowed be your name". Hallowed - holy.
This endeavor in spiritual practice takes place in holy space, with the holy one. Nothing casual happening here. Which leads me to believe that the words about to be spoken (even if not aloud but only in your heart or head) are holy words. Your words are uttered into holy space, attempting to reach out to the holy one. Perhaps it is a good idea to pay attention to what you say.
Whatever this thing called prayer is......it is holy. One might also call it a gift: an invitation to step into holy space.
Perhaps that is why folks gather such strength from the practice of prayer, for in the midst of all that is not holy in our lives, we are invited into this one space to be surrounded by the holy. Perhaps that is why in the midst of deepest darkness, on the worst day of your life, when even breathing becomes an act of will, when no words will form on your lips or in your heart, the holy One is listening for the message the Spirit gathers for our sake. There we can know just a modicum of rest.
Perhaps. For me it is trusting that whatever is mine, is not mine alone. The Holy One is there. The Holy One is there. The Holy One is there.
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