This morning, I was reading from Teresa of
Avila's The Story of My Life, and at one point stopped dead
in my tracks. I immediately felt myself drawn into a spirit of prayer.
Now, prayer takes many forms and most people think of prayer as talking
with God. This was different. There was nothing said; nothing
thought. It was just a moment to sit in the sun of the light of the Son.
It was a moment when heart spoke to heart without words or images.
I was just being with Christ.
In this moment it was not necessary to say anything, but just to gaze on
the goodness and greatness of God. The moment came and went; it was not
long. But it was refreshment to the soul and strength to continue to walk
in Christ.
