When you said, “I don’t know how to pray.”
Sometimes I pray with my eyes closed, watching the images of my imagination work their way across the part of my brain I am trying to keep perfectly still;
Sometimes I pray as the aroma of coffee wafts its way into my thinking senses;
Sometimes I pray with tears;
Occasionally, I pray with a soft pillow under my head and my beloved held in my arms;
Sometimes I pray with my feet propped up on my desk and a pen in my hand;
At times, I pray with words…but mostly not;
Sometimes as I pray I am surrounded by music that fills in the blank spaces and teases me toward God – Katy Perry does a fabulous job but Jewell is better;
Sometimes as I pray I laugh, well, I giggle a little – the absurdity overcomes me at times;
Occasionally the bitter sting of coffee goes across my tongue even as words to the Almighty find their way out;
Sometimes I pray with open eyes, glancing at the miracle of a new life, the wisdom held by the binding of a book, the serenity of a sleeping cat, or the soothing color of a glass of wine;
At times my prayers run over with thankfulness or fear – usually in equal measure;
I know some people say they don’t know how to pray.
Problem is…I don’t know how not to.