This morning, I woke up to Nancy’s (very loud) demands for attention from under her cage cover. We made coffee and cinnamon toast, grabbed a book and a prayer book, and had breakfast outside on the patio because it’s so GORGEOUS outside right now. (By we, I mean Nancy and me. We have the house to ourselves for the weekend. Mom and Bob are in New Orleans for a conference for Mom.) After eating, I said my morning prayers…and I feel so full right now. 

I feel calm and peaceful and loved and balanced and…all of these things that are sometimes hard for me to find. I feel stronger, more centered, more capable, more hopeful. I’ve been noticing more and more lately that I feel this way after praying. And I find myself wanting to pray for longer when I do sit down with the prayerbook. 

For one of the first times I can ever remember, I actually feel like the prayers are getting through…I think it’s because I tried to stick it out this time, even when I didn’t feel that way. I tried to perservere. And while it didn’t always happen, the motive and intent were honest. And it seems to have worked. I feel like my words are being listened to. I find myself reading the Baha’i Writings more, becoming more interested in the merging of spirituality and psychology, and looking for how I can apply the Baha’i teachings to what I want to do in life. 

I think that, for one of the first times in my life, I actually…firmly…BELIEVE.

I have faith.

I feel very humbled by this…and it’s wonderful.