Today’s Prayer to Passage will be from the book “Silent Spring” by Rachel Carson.
Today I pray, “Dear God, I know these are beginnings in which I am not saying far more than I am saying. There are things that I know that I simply don’t share. I know there is a time for every purpose under Heaven. Yet I do pray. And I think at some point I will begin to voice where everything is received, and what is received. Amen.”
Following my prayer, I held the closed book in my hands and opened it to this passage:
“If, having endured much, we have at last asserted our ‘right to know,’ and if by knowing, we have concluded that we are being asked to take senseless and frightening risks, then we should no longer accept the counsel of those who tell us that we must fill our world with poisonous chemicals; we should look about and see what other course is open to us.”
My mom occasionally asks me to explain how I receive God’s communication. I try to explain that it is probably something similar to what she would call intuition. I follow an abundance of signs. And I hear words. And I will write something in a short amount of time. And I will need to then look up a number of words in the dictionary because I don’t know what their definitions are. And they fit the writing the way a puzzle piece fits into a puzzle, even though I didn’t know how the words fit when I wrote a particular forming of words together.
“Someday,” I told my mom the most recent time she asked, “I will sit with you and talk you through every step of my creation process in my conversations with God.” It is difficult to explain it. It is something I want her to experience with me as it is happening. In a five minute communication with God, I probably follow over 100 signs and symbols. I haven’t told her this. So when I share this experience with her, she will likely be astonished at how many stars fill one sky of a brief conversation with God.
The Holy Spirit is within me in this process. The poison is simply not allowed in the process. The Holy Spirit gives me the words and the timing and the encouragement. And I know God has a sense of humor because it moves through me at times. I love when God’s humor and lightness moves through me, with me. And I receive the joy, the wonder, the awe of my Relationship with God. And fewer things are mysterious in this. There is a certainty, a knowing.
And the remaining mystery is Divine. The mystery does not leave me nor forsake me. There is a choosing of the beauty of wonder. There is a season for everything. There is a worshipping of faith. There is a worshipping of faith. There is a worshipping of faith.