In the Hands of God

The other night when I was visiting my sister in the hospital, it came to me about time and how it seems to be going right on by. So I wrote on it without thought. The same on profound thought too. How do I write of a thought from an interior contemplation and the profound response or enlightenment. I'm beginning to think I need to carry around a small pad and pencil to jot down these moments. But every time I have done that I never could manage to stop for a moment and jot it down. In that regard I lack discipline. At work I could probably do it, but then there would be those who want to be nosy, which is okay since I am more or less an open book. But not so for a lot of others, their lives are private.

I would like to write of the retreat and share some pictures, which I haven't looked at yet. I want to be able to deliver an award given to me to others so they too will benefit knowing they are doing God's work.

At work yesterday, I must have placed myself so deeply into prayer that the person next to me commented on it. She said something unusual, that the body is there but I wasn't. She said I was gone. I told her I emptied myself and placed myself in God lap. I was truly gone, yet physically I was there doing the job. It was a moment in my life where I surrendered myself and let go and was just there. How was it possible to pray so deeply and a person know that only a shell remained.