The Prayer

Artist Unknow

I was trying to creatively write and still have a million thoughts about so many random things that I can't lock in on a good story to develop.  Real life seems perplexing enough.  Complex but in a brilliant way.

Lately, I have been saying "The Prayer" again.  The one where I ask God, the Universe, The Creator, to clear my path.  The one I ask for the truth.  To reveal all truths so I can move forward freely.

I haven't prayed this prayer in over a decade because the things I learned then, still haunt me now.  I wanted to fully recover before I ever repeated that prayer and I must be fully recovered because I've said it a few times with no thought.  My soul was ready and my mind had no time to ponder.  That prayer slipped through my lips while exhaling, that's how natural it was.  

My mind has this nagging voice that would like me to worry about it.  What if this happens or what if that happens or what if this person does this or what if they do that?  My mind would like for me to be anxious about the negative possibilities and I can't do it.  All I see are the blessings.

If someone is who I thought they were, great.

If they are not, good.

Those are my only two options, great & good.  I will not experience anything bad by knowing the truth.  Only good things flow from the truth.  Life is lived the most freely in truth and if I have to walk through a situation that I was taught should feel bad, I acknowledge that but this time?  In this phase of life, I understand the opportunity we all have to shift.  Learn something and become better human beings.

Sometimes you have to get your hands hit so you can either let go or hold on tighter.  Either way, I have a choice when I have the truth.  I know my choice because I know what I believe to be honorable.  Anything that comes from that prayer will be great for me and if it is painful, that will be good for me.

Either way, I look forward.