My Time in the Prayer Room
God is ... (and I'll say what I'm thinking, because God already knows what I'm thinking) quite weird. And unpredictable. But, I guess just being God.
So, this morning I took paratransit like I usually do for my weekly routine to Charlotte Ave YMCA. And it hit me that, since the York County Prayer Center is the next street over, perhaps I could walk there and spend some time in the prayer room, like I have been wanting to after I get done with my workout.
And even though I couldn't move and walk as fast as I used to due to this dang arthritis, it was a joy to be out walking along the sidewalk in the back roads to get there. To embrace the outdoor scenery, the flowers and the bushes that the houses in that area always have planted. Running into some of the other people along the sidewalk since I was passing by.
And my experience this time in the prayer room was different than when I went there during the weekly prayer. Because of everything that had been going on last week, I needed that presence of peace and guidance that the prayer center provides.
I only stuck to the front side of the room today, meditating. And the majority of my meditation and prayers went out to pray for the people and the country and everything that happened last week. The chaos and the anger and confusion and outrage, and misunderstanding, and unwillingness to understand. And just praying that the true followers of God and Christ will know that He is and always will be in control. It was a reminder to myself. And on some of the creative writings and art and the Wailing Wall and front wall, prayers I put out there, are for others to remember that our God will always be in control no matter what.