The Power of Prayer

Sometimes I find when I am thinking really hard about someone or something, the person is either in touch or I read something that resonates within me.

Such was the case tonight as I laid in bed tossing and turning, blaming my lack of sleep on my husband’s snoring.

But the truth is, it’s not his breath that  kept me up, it was my worry. I couldn’t stop thinking about my lovely neighbor who is going to have some serious surgery tomorrow.

I decided to get out of bed and putz around. I checked my email and there was a wonderful message from a friend who has taught me to look for the synchronicities in life. Here was one of them, for  embedded in her email was the following:

There has been sufficient research to document the power of prayer to effect healing. People who pray are healthier and people who are prayed for recover more quickly and completely, whether they know they are being prayed for or not. Take a peek at Larry Dossey’s books, particularly, Prayer is Good Medicine. There are so many stories of people who were healed through love and prayer.

I remembered about the Power of Prayer and closed my eyes. But in the face of the truth, my trust is called into question. Do I believe she will be OK? I pray she will be. I love her. Am I afraid that she will not make it? Even she called it out today as I stood on her porch, hugging her hard.

She gave me a few sprigs from her garden. From my study I look into her backyard, grown beautiful from years of tending.  I gave her leftover lamb cigars our friend made last night. All I can offer is food. She helps me garden and there hasn’t been time to start my tutorial.

But it wasn’t so much the things we shared today, although simple in their exchange. It was the love and tenderness born out of an instant connection we felt as soon as I moved in. My comfort here has much to do with the sound of my neighbor singing my name when I see her. Everyday at 530pm, I look for the light in her kitchen window to appear. And somehow it makes me feel safe. Every morning when I wake up, the kitchen light is on – and I flip on the coffee pot with a smile.

So, if you please, take a moment and say a prayer for a lady you have never met, but one I am the better for knowing. Make today a true MindFULL Monday. Put out a moment of love and healing for someone and know, that should you need the power of prayer someday, that when she heals, she shall do the same for you.

 Have you had a MindFULL prayer experience? Let us know.


A Prayer For Frank

Today’s MindFULL Creative posting is about the power of prayer. It’s about holding out hope.

This blog is supposed to be about ideas and musings that inspire. But no matter how we try, sometimes life intercedes and we are overcome with fear and sadness. It’s a part of life. So, as I sat down yesterday to write, I couldn’t help but notice that all of the fun things I had lined up to write about didn’t really matter in the face of my own fear and sadness.

One of my daughter’s teachers has gone missing.

According to news reports, Frank has been missing since July 25 near Bison Peak in SE Colorado). His blue Jeep was found Thursday at the Lost Park trailhead after friends reported that he had failed to return from a hike. Park County Sheriff Fred Wegener said the search began Thursday night and includes four search teams, including one canine unit.

Yesterday a group of parents joined in the search. Late evening emails suggest that there is more of a Search and Rescue game plan formulating, but still no idea of how this  happened. Teachers reported to school today. Classes begin next week. Everyone is concerned and anxious.

When my daughter returned home from camp yesterday, we told her the news. Ever optimistic, she suggested that Frank, a loner, simply extended his camping stay. But her eyes misted and she, too, knew that this was serious.

It’s my worse nightmare. A missing child. No matter the age, you always worry about their well-being. All I can think about is Mrs. Stanley and her angst.

So, in the spirit of MindFULL Mondays, can we all simply stop for a moment and send a prayer out to Frank; that he is using his Boy Scout skills to stay alive and to his family, that they receive their son back safely. Being inspired isn’t simply about doing something. Its about being something. Compassionate. Caring. Mindful.

Let today be MindFULLY full of recognizing all that you hold dear. And please, let us pray for Frank.

How do you MindFULLY hold out hope? Let us teach each other. Let us know!