I had good intentions. I made a list and circled each of the 3 things I felt I should do.
I thought I might try.
One, a request that I write on “freedom”, another, the theme is education, I had and still have an idea.
A third, a lofty hope to be selected as the author of a devotion for women.
I’m not super social, I feel safest all alone.
But, I got beckoned from my bubble today, my little protected place where things are not at all perfect; but, they are good and at least, I know what is my own.
And I realized just now that I couldn’t begin to be expressive in a coherent and communicative way. It would be chore, clarity lacking, shallow sharing.
Nor should I try.
So, I decide to back burner the writing goals, some of them commitments and to pray before sleep instead.
To pray for one who held my hand, in a final sort of goodbye way surrounded by her family.
And another not seen in a long time friend who asked me to pray just now and I replied, “I will.”
Changed by others, humbled by my trivial troubles, I will pray.
Pray for others.
Later, my list I’ll resume.
Praying for others
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