The point of prayer is powerlessness, to name that which you cannot do. Only at the point in which we surrender our knowledge, our abilities, our mastery over our own selves are we open to genuine transformation. I can’t. I need. Help me please. But it must be sincere. It cannot come from a forced place of regimen and obligation. Desperation is its playground. Perhaps this is why we must be stripped, torn, punctured to recognize our own limitations. Only then can we even begin to comprehend the miraculous power of the creator to meet us in our beds, tuck us in, and love us the whole night through.
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