Your personal truth is your gift to the world.

Bukan doa orang lain yang membuat anda sukses atau gagaltapi karena anda telah mengaminkannya sadar atau tak sadar.

Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back. Im going to help you forgive the things that you wont let yourself forget.

Pray each morning and each night.Talk to God and be polite.Tell Him what youre grateful for.Leave your troubles at His door.Share your wishes needs and hopes.Ask God what to do to cope.Tell Him all you learned today.Say the things you need to say.Ask forgiveness for your sinsThat you might live with God again.Speak with earnest heart and soulAnd He will listen. This I know.For prayer is hope put to the test.And hope is faith in what is best.Faith is power to do great things.Thus prayer is faiths enabling wings.

Of course I do know it is the French who are so wicked but there are all these people who keep coming and going - the Austrians the Spaniards the Russians. Pray are the Russians good now It would be very shocking - treason no doubt - to put the wrong people in my prayers.

As we wait and pray God weaves his story and creates a wonder. Instead of drifting between comedy denial and tragedy reality we have a relationship with the living God who is intimately involved with the details of our worlds. We are learning to watch for the story to unfold to wait for the wonder.

God formed an alliance based on the world as it is full of flaws whereas prayer calls God to account for the world as it should be.

I paid the taxi driver got out with my suitcase surveyed my surroundings and just as I was turning to ask the driver something or get back into the taxi and return forthwith to Chilln and then to Santiago it sped off without warning as if the somewhat ominous solitude of the place had unleashed atavistic fears in the drivers mind. For a moment I too was afraid. I must have been a sorry sight standing there helplessly with my suitcase from the seminary holding a copy of Farewells Anthology in one hand. Some birds flew out from behind a clump of trees. They seemed to be screaming the name of that forsaken village Querqun but they also seemed to be enquiring who quin quin quin. I said a hasty prayer and headed for a wooden bench there to recover a composure more in keeping with what I was or what at the time I considered myself to be. Our Lady do not abandon your servant I murmured while the black birds about twenty-five centimetres in length cried quin quin quin. Our Lady of Lourdes do not abandon your poor priest I murmured while other birds about ten centimetres long brown in colour or brownish rather with white breasts called out but not as loudly quin quin quin Our Lady of Suffering Our Lady of Insight Our Lady of Poetry do not leave your devoted subject at the mercy of the elements I murmured while several tiny birds magenta black fuchsia yellow and blue in colour wailed quin quin quin at which point a cold wind sprang up suddenly chilling me to the bone.

When confronted with suffering that wont go away or with even a minor problem we instinctively focus on what is missing...not on the Masters hand. Often when you think everything has gone wrong its just that youre in the middle of a story. If you watch the stories God is weaving in your life you... will begin to see the patterns. Youll become a poet sensitive to your Fathers voice.

Devotion gradually progresses to higher levels. . . . One type goes to God and asks Him to remove his suffering. Another one will ask for money or material things. A third will request liberation or release from his bondage. And the fourth will not ask for anything. He will just enjoy praying and praising his Lord. That is the highest form of prayer. Beyond Word 119