Yesterday I wrote about wrinkles--on the face and in life. I've learned to live with the wrinkles on my face; I've yet to learn how to cope with the life ones as well.
Because my mind tends to wander in strange ways, I postulated that perhaps I can cope with face wrinkles better than life ones because they are superficial. Those wrinkles that crop up in life tend to be deep and painful. I handle them with anger, with tears, and, finally, with the acceptance that comes through prayer. Why don't I start with prayer in the first place?
Is it because I believe I can take care of things on my own? I'm afraid so. You'd think I would get the message that I can't. As I approach turning another year older, I am hoping to find some kind of wisdom in remembering to turn to God. Prayer is that conduit. between myself and the Father
So, for today, I am grateful for prayer.