Who am I? What am I here for? I want to hold on to what I know about myself as I move along. I am a light in dark places. I don't know what the next road will lead to. I know what I am right now. Maybe I am gearing up to rest and be renewed but the journey is not over yet and I need to end one before I start another. What is to become of me? I don't know. I lift my face to the sky. In Arizona, the sky is a beautiful thing to behold to me. The expanse can be seen in 360 degrees. I take a deep breath. I find that in my fatigue, I am thankful. "Help me to the end of this journey, Lord." This is my short and sweet prayer.
I continue to be a light in dark places. I continue to be one who hears. I don't think I ever told you this story before. I was living in New York. We lived in a small apartment off of Grand Concourse. I was married to Santi and I'm not sure if the children were in the picture or not. I remember dreaming of a desert-scape. In this place, I was among a Native Tribe. At the time, I didn't know of any Native People. I was in a ceremony. In this ceremony, I was given a name. "One Who Hears." I remember waking up and telling my husband of the dream. We laughed. I always had the weirdest stories. Recently, my pastor preached about Peter and his name. He was once known as Simon- this name also means one who hears. I thought of my dream and my dream name. I think of my current purpose now. There is every possibility I am but a silly woman who considers the things she remembers of dreams. I am still for a moment. Isn't being still a form of prayer? Instead of fretting, I listen. I am trusting God. Instead of the many plans and to do lists, I pray. There are no words, just an attitude of prayer. In my silence and stillness; in my listening, I pray. There is a little more wick for the journey. There is a little more wax. When was the last time you prayed in silence, Friend? When was the last time you left it all with God? Today I am praising the God who listens to the prayers in the silence. Praise the Lord!