Sunday, January 15, 2012
Ask And You Shall Receive
I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had absolutely no other place to go.
The wind blew me off the beach this morning and onto the beach road which is a little more sheltered. I soon found myself at the village square and since it was Domingo I wandered into the church. I tried to shush my mind long enough to just listen but I’m not very good at that. I found myself thinking about the mantra I used to repeat to myself on those tortured nights when I couldn’t sleep and I was trying to force myself to stay in bed and not go down those damn stairs and open that damn bottle of wine. Some of those nights I really thought I was going to die. When I’d worn out the “Hail Mary’s” and I’d gone through all of the remnants of prayers that I could remember, I would repeat this mantra over and over hoping it would lull me to sleep. Sometimes it worked, more times than not though, the wine won the battle.
The mantra I made up for myself was a simple plea,
Please help me to
This morning in the church I realized he had been listening.