So I'm up, musing about the metaphysics of prayer...(pondering would be too ponderous a word...) because it's SO much more practical than sleeping. *self-directed eyeroll*
and it struck me, I don't think it is demeaning the mystical aspect of prayer to appreciate its simple, elegant psychological efficiency. If I hadn't prayed for humility this morning, it probably wouldn't have occurred to me to feel humbled at the downfall of my Self-Epic. I probably would have just snivelled.
Neat.
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Yup!
Yup indeed. Sometimes when I'm frantic I just turn to the Lord's Prayer and just settle in, knowing that whatever is befalling me (or usually, whatever I'm fearing might befall me) is perfectly okay and that what's really important is not the event but the humility and dignity with which I respond. I haven't been tested by anything truly horrific (genocide, war, a brutal assault) but from what I have experienced it's releasing to accept life's unexpected turns and recommit myself to following the Spirit's guide in obedience.
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