Boy in prayer

About a month ago, I was waking up the kids to get ready for school and found Zach standing in the middle of our lawn. I watched him for awhile wondering what in the world he was doing. Is he peeing, I wondered? He is so his father’s son, I thought. But he kept standing there for a long time. Geez, he really had to go. Then I realized what he was doing. He was facing east towards the morning sun…praying. The vision and act melted my heart. Sweet sweet kid I have. He walked in, his face seemed to be glowing although I realized this was probably my imagination, and he said, “It’s going to be a good day.”

IMG_3343_2The thought or act to pray makes some people uncomfortable. To me, it’s about being thankful and appreciating the good in our lives. Prayer is recognizing and acknowledging it. This is what I have taught my kids, apparently better to Zach then Amélie. Amélie said to me not long ago,”Praying doesn’t work. I pray and ask for things and they never come true!” Oh how she makes me laugh! But she is not alone. People think praying is about asking for things they want. And maybe it is…to some. To me, it’s about realizing what I have and never ever taking if for granted. It’s so easy to overlook what we do have and focus on what we don’t. To me, it comes down to a few simple but  important things in life (THE most important in my opinion)…health, our loved ones (family & friends), food & water and a roof over our head. Because without those, what do we really have? After all, there are SO MANY people who don’t have those things!!

I do pray for others. I had a powerful experience when I was in my late 20’s. I had a friend who was dying from cancer. I told my sister how he was close to the end and the end was pretty miserable. I’ve always turned to her for spiritual guidance. I will never forget what she said, “Never underestimate the power of prayer.” So after a late night in NY,  I went home that night and said outloud, “Please don’t let him suffer anymore.” I really didn’t know who I was talking to or asking this of and felt mildly awkward but I felt helpless and wanted to do something, anything. I got a call the next day that my friend had passed that night. Now I am NOT suggesting that that was my doing but it did have a feeling of a prayer answered and turned me into infinite believer about the power of prayer.

I also reflect a lot on the Native American ceremony that my sister put up for Lance towards the end of his life. 40 people sat 14 hours in a tipi all night long who didn’t even know Lance or I and prayed for us. I don’t know what they prayed for but what I do know is even after losing Lance, my life has still had a lot of blessings. I have often wondered, did those people pray for me and my kids too? Did they pray that things would be okay for us, that we would be looked after? Did they pray for Lance to have a peaceful passing? How did this tragic situation show some rays of light? Was it prayer? I believe it was.

And I notice that when I live my life in gratitude, appreciating all the good things in my life, that there is an overall feeling or attitude I carry with me for the day that inherently feels good. I hope, that if this is not something you have ever done, you’ll try it. After all, what do you have to loose?

Aho!
Nancy