Prayer from July 02, 2014
Jesus,
I'm grieving.
I woke-up this morning crying because I had a dream I was still in Santo Domingo only to wake-up and discover it's not a reality.
Little things make me cry.
Or, it's always there, just under the surface.
The smell of the wind, the feel of air conditioning, my dad's hugs, going to the grocery store and realizing I didn't speak Spanish once, thinking about where I was just yesterday, riding in a carrito.
It's hard for me to go from little wealth to lots of wealth.
Please fill me with your Spirit.
Amen.*
*This is a prayer from a journal that spans four months. In contrast, most of my journals cover a full year. I felt lost for most of those four months, so I prayed often, most of it similar to what is above.
I'm grieving.
I woke-up this morning crying because I had a dream I was still in Santo Domingo only to wake-up and discover it's not a reality.
Little things make me cry.
Or, it's always there, just under the surface.
The smell of the wind, the feel of air conditioning, my dad's hugs, going to the grocery store and realizing I didn't speak Spanish once, thinking about where I was just yesterday, riding in a carrito.
It's hard for me to go from little wealth to lots of wealth.
Please fill me with your Spirit.
Amen.*
*This is a prayer from a journal that spans four months. In contrast, most of my journals cover a full year. I felt lost for most of those four months, so I prayed often, most of it similar to what is above.
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