There's a right way and the wrong way

     There's always a right way of doing things and a wrong way of doing things. A right way to think and the wrong way to think. A job can be accomplished with directions and common sense. The hammer, the nails, the ingredients, the schedule, all demand a certain amount of thought. Rushing or not understanding the situation can be dire to the outcome. Haste makes waste. So if your prayers (like mine a lot of times) are said without really thinking about them, are not useless, but not as effective, to me. While making sure I have enough time to fit in everyone and everything I want to have interceded for, are not often remembered later on in the day whether or not I said them. Ugh. Packing too much in a storage bin will cause it to not shut or burst at the slightest bump.

     Praying for so many things and people makes me find myself spinning out of control. Until finally, my sweet Guardian Angel, or our Lord, or Mary, or a dear Saint friend, abruptly lets me know to slow down. Sometimes it's a tug on the hair. Sometimes it is the exhaustion I feel from it all. And I'm too pooped to think about anything. I went about it the wrong way. I need to remember to keep a steady pace, and take a sip of water and pause. That, to me, is the right way. I keep thinking I'm 20 years old and I try to handle things or do things that I should now let the professionals or at least someone younger than me, attempt the feat. Giving me plenty of time for true prayer. 

     There's always a right way and a wrong way. Note to self: Stop, Look, and Listen. Because He is. Up there in the Heavens, hoping for me. Hoping I'll finally get it right.