A couple of years ago, I started the spiritual practice of imagining what the Trinity might be doing in relation to me when I am resting in bed. I always start by asking God to give me pictures that help me understand his love and care for me. Sometimes he gives me startlingly vivid pictures; other times, he's quieter and I try to let scripture inform my imaginings.
I often imagine Jesus is cradling me and murmuring
prayers to the Father on my behalf in a language I can't understand. The
Father is always standing over us, sheltering us with wings woven
together with fragrant, feathered beams of light. Somehow, he stretches to the heavens but
is still just a few feet from me. He is so tender and responsive to the
prayers of the Son.
The Holy Spirit is breathing into
me, praying. I think he must be giving me spiritual CPR. With each breath, a thread of light appears in my spirit
and begins to grow longer and thicker. Soon, each thread splits into
several threads of light, each of them also growing longer, thicker.
Before long, my entire soul is glowing with veins of light — a spiritual
cardiovascular system carrying Divine Life to my starved spaces.
It's a practice that is transforming my prayer life and helping me live more fully out of my divine daughter-ship and beloved-ness.
Today I've been praying for those of you who have sent me prayer requests (keep 'em coming!). I'm especially praying that you would know the protective favor of the Father, the tender care of the Son, and the life-giving power of the Holy Spirit.
Happy Sunday, my friends.
I'm cheering and praying for you today, Skillets.
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