This is just for you, my prayer diary friends. (As you know, I do my best to keep anything too prayerful, too religious, too Godlike out of my cottage by the sea blog.)
As I started out this morning to wander the streets of Florence and settle on where to stop for my first cappuccino of the day, I felt a restlessness.(I’m sure you know that feeling). So I decided to stop in at La Badia where I knew I could sit silently in prayer. When there isn’t a service going on in this ancient church, all that is happening is prayer! I sat for a good half hour, gazing at an icon of Jesus. My prayer felt deep as I sat with God and then prayed for people and situations. I left renewed, back in God’s world.
These paradigm shifts have been happening to me more and more these day, not just in Florence, but at home. I shift from trying to negotiation this world as only a human being, to being fully present in this world as a child of God. I think of Jesus, fully human, fully divine. I know I must spend time praying and meditation at the start of each day.
As I started out this morning to wander the streets of Florence and settle on where to stop for my first cappuccino of the day, I felt a restlessness.(I’m sure you know that feeling). So I decided to stop in at La Badia where I knew I could sit silently in prayer. When there isn’t a service going on in this ancient church, all that is happening is prayer! I sat for a good half hour, gazing at an icon of Jesus. My prayer felt deep as I sat with God and then prayed for people and situations. I left renewed, back in God’s world.
These paradigm shifts have been happening to me more and more these day, not just in Florence, but at home. I shift from trying to negotiation this world as only a human being, to being fully present in this world as a child of God. I think of Jesus, fully human, fully divine. I know I must spend time praying and meditation at the start of each day.
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