Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Put Your Face to the Wind

Today was a totally sucky day of endless spiritual battle. Yet at the end of the day, my husband and I got to kiss in a warm house in front of a fire.

Then my eight year old son, the "non-religious one" out of the seven of us, just said a pray intention for two young playmates who were ripped up emotionally after their parents divorce many years ago. We haven't seen these kids for fours years, or even longer. How did my son remember their names? How did he know to add them to his prayer intentions tonight?

The spiritual life is a mystery.