Right before it started getting ridiculously cold, I would walk this newly found park. Newly found to me that is. It is a nice enough park. For where it sits, it works. And considering how far that I would have to drive to get to one that is completely isolated from the noises and views of the city….this one is an acceptable stop.
One day being lost in the realities of weighted shoulders, I took a walk. Upon my walk, I passed this young girl (college years…which is young to me because I’m way beyond those years). I passed her multiples times. I exchanged pleasantries, but mainly kept to myself.
Eventually, I stopped on one of the little overlook type seating areas. One of the only spots where you can barely see the cars and buildings. I was just kind of looking out over the water at the ducks and swans. Not really lost in thought, but just kind of….well, there. Next thing I know, the same college aged girl walks up to me and ask if I am okay. It took me back as it is rare these days that strangers approach other strangers. I know that it still happens, but it is a rare event in my world.
I assured her that I was and she stood there a few more minutes. Eventually, she broke our awkward silence by asking if she could pray for me. Pray for me? This is actually a regular occurrence in my life. It seems that someone is always wanting to pray for me and when a stranger does approach me, it is often someone who believes in the power of prayer. I’m not sure what it is that radiates “Needs prayers” about me, but apparently there is something.
Now, I’m not one to knock another’s religion or beliefs. And if someone feels the need to pray for me, I will let them. If they feel the need to say a few Hail Mary’s for me, I let them. However, when it comes to the all-powerful one above and Prayer, well….God and I have always had quite the strained relationship. You know the whole absentee father thing, I suppose. I don’t know where I stand with my religion beliefs these days. I don’t know how I feel about those that feel they need to pray for me. Maybe I am more transparent than I thought. What I do know is…sometimes things happen to make us think. Sometimes things happen when we need them most even if we don’t know we need them.
With that said, I will probably aways allow people to pray for me when they feel the need. Though, sometimes I do say save them for someone whom needs more. But truth be told…it’s not always about me, which is probably why more often than not I indulge their need.
Thank you for reading my random ramble and (as always) stopping by my blog. Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
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