I have to admit, it's been getting harder to pray lately.
I'm exhausted. There was a period of about 4 or so months where both my mother and I would pray the Rosary together every single night together.
But now, it's hard to get the gumption up to do it. Too little seems to come of it, and while I know that's not the point of praying, I still can't help but feel like my effort expended isn't being put to good use; I feel like I'm not using my energy wisely.
Anyway, as I was about to head to bed the other day, the idea popped in my mind to pray for all the Cabal to lose their shoes, or that their shoes be taken from them.
Maybe if a few of us really hammer on that something might come of it?
I don't know, but it would be funny as hell if suddenly Biden comes out with mismatched shoes over the next couple of days.
Anyway, I'm off to bed. Pray with me if you want. I'll say my prayer, have a giggle, and make a poot while I nod off.
Cheers! God Bless!
Dear HunnyB, Ezekiel 9. Yes, it still terrifies me. I pray for God's mercy on us all.
"Beloved Father God, please open my eyes. SHOW ME how I have blocked Your precious Holy Spirit from working through me. SHOW ME how I have failed to be Your instrument of healing and reconciliation. TAKE MY SHOES / uncover MY FEET and SHOW ME what I have been hiding from myself and from You. Mercy, gracious, precious Lord! Have MERCY on our land and upon all of us; upon the truly wicked and upon those of us who don't want to believe that we are so wicked. Teach us how to truly repent. Teach us how to truly forgive. ENLIVEN US for the tasks at hand and EMBOLDEN US for the war, ever raging. Lord we PLEAD, in the Holy Name of Your own Beloved Son, JESUS, Your Christ and our Lord. God, in Your Mercy, hear our prayers. Amen."