I pray.

I start with His Prayer. I say it slowly, emphasizing various words to see if with that emphasis new insights will appear. Or is it to make sure He hears me? To convince Him that I am sincere?

Each day, I pray. I have from the day they were born. I pray for His protection; His wisdom; His courage; His love – and I pray that He is listening.

I feel Him at work today. One texts me to tell me she is working her way through a down time but feels stronger, more motivated as she surfaces – she is light and love. I listen while the other coaches a client on the phone. Her words embody a loving kindness and I smile. He is listening. He is watching over them. He is helping me and I am not alone. He loves them more than I do. Is that possible? Yes, but hard to imagine.

And I pray for another younger soul who is in pain. I feel her pain. He felt it long before I did. He has this.

I pray.