On my way to work this morning, walking down the street, I suddenly found myself in the midst of prayer ...

I am not a church go-er, I am not a pray-er, I am not a religious being to say the least. Faith and belief in a higher power are not close to the surface of my brain or emotional function. Most people think I'll burst into flame if I set foot in a church. But in any case, whatever relationship I have with the powers that be is silent, unconcious, and rarely nurtured.

Yet, there I was, mid-prayer, before I heard my head filling with the voice of a woman humbled by her own powerlessness ... asking for strength to stay the course, the courage to leap into the unknown, and a glimpse of understanding for that which causes the most pain.

Seems as though my soul just needed to pray

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