I did,
And as a rule, I don’t. Not really. Not like I did today,.
But today, I prayed and the damndest thing happened.
I prayed for other people. It came forth from me like a font of real, unstoppable, selfless and sincere concern for humanity.
Me!!!! I know, right? But this is the time to be selfless; to help others in whatever way you can. In some cases, social distancing doesn’t matter. There are other things I will do, but today, I felt very strongly about praying.
One of my oldest friends, is in a precarious position. Money is an issue for her, jobs are now even harder to come by. And in the midst of her need, in the middle of this global public health crisis, she lost a precious cat. Her 15-year-old kitty that she raised from a feral throwaway kitten. She adores this furry child. Her heart hurts, her soul aches and it’s a feeling many of us know all too well.
I prayed for her.
Another friend is unemployed, broke and about to embark on what promises to be a very acrimonious divorce. She’s a devout Christian. Her faith is blind. She prays for everybody.
I prayed for her.
I prayed for Trump, all the lawmakers. I prayed that they’ll make the right decisions at all the right times. I prayed that they can put aside ridiculous partisan bickering and pass bills that will help so many people in need. And so many people are in dire need, just after one full week into this battle with a microscopic enemy.
Many people have no income. Wait staff, bartenders, airline staff, oil field employees, even the white collar Big Oil types in their big, shiny 33rd floor offices, secretaries, janitors, employees from almost every business, big and small.
People are suffering from the rigors of uncertainty. That’s one of the worse fears we must endure as mortals.
I pray for a stop to the fear and fear-mongering, the food and supply hoarding. I pray for the tireless medical officials….that they stay healthy and get everything they need. They’re on the frontlines of this battle. They need adequate and immediate access to offensive and defensive weaponry.
I pray for these people, rife with doubt, impending hopelessness and grief, from Albany, NY to Old Dime Box, TX , from Guam to the entire Cote d’Ivoire.
I prayed for everyone; all living, breathing souls, especially the ones who have issues breathing, thanks to this insidious plague.
Me? Oh yeah, of course I prayed for myself. Why not pray for yourself and the things you both want and need? In a way, I hope I always self-consider. I spent a lot of time not caring for myself, not putting myself first at the appropriate times. I deserve to be in my own prayers, my own meditations.
So do you. If you never ask (regardless of what you believe or don’t believe), you’ll never receive, ya dig?
Sending healing vibes,
Sister Laurie
