Prayer in time of trauma
While he was being transported to a trauma center near home, I was loading my car getting ready for the longest eight hour drive of my life. I was out-of-town when I received the call that he'd been in an accident. It is difficult to describe the multiple levels of emotion that sped through my body. However, my most pressing desire was to alert my spiritual community of my greatest need.
Prayers. Within minutes, prayers of light and love for me and my son as we both began a journey poured forth from all over the world. How can it be that while I cried, listened by phone, cried more and anguished, I never lost sight of my divine connection?
Perhaps on one level when all was stripped away from the situation it was the only part I could control. But there was more than that. Although I experienced the human emotions attached to the traumatic event, I allowed for all of me to be present. Hence, what I practice, live, and teach became second nature. I'm a co-creator and as such I never want for the eternal source of love that I am.
Gratitude for the rays of light joining with mine to strengthen me as my son makes his recovery.