As a kid, I talked to God all the time. Now, I just can't seem to do it. I pray, mostly when someone asks for help. I seldom pray for myself. It is clear that I need to work on my relationship with God. It receded as the tide when my parents died within three months of each other. Interestingly, I cannot talk to my parents either. I have lost my anchor and my rudders. With determination, I will find my way to port.
Through the kindness of a dear friend, I am on holy ground where all souls are seeking the truth for themselves. I have spent so many, many days here in transformation along with my family. Alone, this is my journey-one that I must work and sort out by myself. Presently, I feel empty. Dead. Perhaps I need to feel the emptiness to appreciate the full bounties of God's love for me, while discovering my spiritual potentiality.
Where do I begin? How do I find my way? I pray that I do.