In last night’s dream I was explaining to a group of women how I prayed and what was important. I said that I mainly prayed in very personal ways—walking and talking with God, listing gratitudes, praying for others, clearing my heart of judgments, and thinking through how to the right thing as far as God was concerned. I told them that my prayer was between God and me (and Jesus) and that I didn’t need another human being or a liturgical setting. One young woman was surprised by the idea that there was no correct way to pray and that all I needed was God and me.
Then she started interrupting me and I asked that she let me finish.
At this point the dream morphed into a dialog, mainly with myself, about how people often don’t let me finish… to a realization that I probably allow that to happen… to becoming conscious that I too, interrupt.
Now, as I sit here writing, it occurs to me that when I pray, I don’t interrupt God, nor does God interrupt me. It just isn’t part of the plan.
Then she started interrupting me and I asked that she let me finish.
At this point the dream morphed into a dialog, mainly with myself, about how people often don’t let me finish… to a realization that I probably allow that to happen… to becoming conscious that I too, interrupt.
Now, as I sit here writing, it occurs to me that when I pray, I don’t interrupt God, nor does God interrupt me. It just isn’t part of the plan.
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