I haven't written much about faith, it is private for me, but I do believe we are meant to be a light. Usually I keep the drapes pulled. (Not in my living room, though, I like the sunshine to stream in.) Maybe my spiritual light is trapped behind one of those trick mirrors. I can see out, but you can't look in--you see yourself looking back at you. (isn't that often true in life? we see ourselves in others, whether or not that bit really exists in the other? i see it in my interactions with my clients. most often they assume I share their opinion, and i only correct when its something important to me.) I feel pretty wimpy in my faith.
I got a note on FB today from one of our salon clients--she sent it to all her friends, I'd imagine. She was asking for prayer for a specific 22 year old soldier who is in Iraq, a man she feels is being attacked by the greater enemy of the Spirit. It really touched me, that despite the complications in her relationship with this young person, she just wants peace of heart for him. I don't think I do prayer the way she does, and we know Christianity differently as well. Reading her pleas for help humbled me for a moment.
My personal views and practices of celebrating my Christian faith aside, I hope DM gets some comfort. My prayers are usually for my own strength and patience and sanity, as I seem to always be on the brink of chaos. Raspberry tea and a good rest help, Divine Design for hormonal women.
As an aside, I've been saying the Lord's Prayer with Theo at bedtime. Then I say, "God Bless Grandma and Ayat"(Ethiopian Gram) on down to our "friends and neighbors." Theo always adds, "and Devin. Amen." Devin is the neighbor boy--Theo's kindergartener best friend. :) Sweetness and purity of children!!!!!