And the Jesus Prayer, Jesus Christ have mercy on me, made it so. I didn’t say the words out loud; they were in my consciousness. Along with the meal, the prayer produced a calmness and delight in the preparation.
Um, I wonder what drew me back to this praying without ceasing. God, of course, but that’s still hard for me to believe. What’s that marvelous scripture? “I believe; help my unbelief” (Mark 9:24).