Today’s Prayer to Passage will be from the book ‘A Course in Miracles’, published by the Foundation for Inner Peace, and scribed by Helen Schucman.

Today I pray, “Dear God, Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a quiet life. And I have no true epitaph for it. There is little glory, and yet, so, so much glory. And I am afraid.
…And then I am mainly not afraid during any of it. I wonder if I will stumble… I wonder if I will fall… And in the end… In the end, there is no end at all! Thank You for this. Amen.”

Following my prayer, I held the closed book in my hands and opened it to reveal this passage on page 537:

“You can be perfect witness to the power of love and justice, if you understand it is impossible the Son of God could merit vengeance. You need not perceive, in every circumstance, that this is true. Nor need you look to your experience within the world, which is but shadows of all that is really happening within yourself.”
—-A COURSE IN MIRACLES

I recently stayed in the mental health units of two hospitals. Hospitals caused me to believe, for a moment, that I “should” be ashamed of my life. Stigma. The CT Scan and the grappling dues with police officers, security guards in the ER, and hall monitors of many sorts were but distant reminders of a long lost love. Ego.

And the appointments with nurse practitioners, doctors, and chaplains —- among many other gathered, vested friends —- were visible proof of loyalty, honesty, and integrity. The sacrifices they made to see me… really see me, and to hear me… really hear me, were more tremendous than I can count.

My blood pressure and other vitals were assessed daily. Vitamins, which I had been taking outside of the hospital, were issued to me in true form. My love for coloring (life) had me painting in Occupational Therapy classes where I associated with patients and hospital staff members alike. Much of my stays in the mental health units were, of course, a blessing in disguise. This goes without saying, as many are working diligently to recover mental wellness in today’s society.

As time goes on, my hope for the future of mental wellness rests in the hands of its creators. The community of health is an embodiment of slavery only under that of its highest hand. Not CEOs of major corporations. We, the people.