Haven't had many recently. Most of the time after my alarm or the bell rings, I feel "Oh, it's about time", "Not bad", or "I should have concentrated more." When my spirituality is lower, I'd think, "Ah, so hard to pray, but I know I have to."
Today, I felt some sweetness in prayer. A very sweet sweetness. Sweeter than honey from the comb you might say. It was quite different from the recently typical prayer where I would have a list of requests and may or may not feel the Holy Spirit interceding. It was a sweetness where I honestly felt, "I want to keep praying."
Maybe it's because I needed comfort. After all, blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted.
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