Writing a love letter...

Here’s the good news. There’s one love letter I can write day after day, year after year, and be absolutely certain that my love with be received and returned. I call this The Guarantee.  When I pray… when I remember to pray… I am instantly in a relationship where love grows, I am seen, cared about, beloved, heard, appreciated.

It is the most important love letter I can write each day. A heart-opening, heart-felt check in. And I can forget. I can go for too long. And I can always return, humbly, on bended knee and my return and offering is welcomed and enough. 

If I can teach my children one thing, it is that when things are hard… pray, ask for help, and then look for blessings and grace. When things are good… pray and say thank You. And when they’re worried about someone else, a family member, a friend, their neighborhood, work challenges, their world… pray offering light, love and blessings.

The best things is that prayer makes room for hope; hope makes room for grace; and grace brings peace and sometimes even joy. 

The return to prayer is profound. And quite honestly, it’s relationship work… the relationship with the Divine, the Creator, the Beloved… Great Spirt… so many names and yet, still One. One loving, always present, kind, caring, One. 

There can be a lostness in being human, and prayer is where we are found. It’s in the relationship. The asking. The talking. The sharing. The fist-shaking. The tears. The gratitude. The questions.

Everyday, I try to remember to ask myself to be in-relationship, to show up, ask for help, say thank You, and write my love letter to the Divine. 

In grade school, I was terrible at spelling. Later I figured out I was mildly dyslexic.  But it meant that when I wrote, I always felt like I was failing before I even got going. Today when drawing, I misspelled the word guaranteed and felt that old embarrassment start to creep in… would I be laughed at? 

I did correct the misspelling, but it occurred to me that sometimes I show up to prayer with the same feeling of vulnerability, of not knowing how to do something right. Will I be laughed at? Am I doing it wrong? It took me a long time to understand that showing up was what mattered, not if I got it “right.” 

Feeling alone in our worries and suffering is too hard. We’re not meant to be alone. We are meant to reach out… even if it’s been a long time and we’re awkward about how to do it.

Here’s the good news, the Divine loves us already and knows us all already. What we’re supposed to do is say hello, write the letter, misspell the words, and write anyways. 

No matter what happens in life. Pray anyways. 

Start. Begin again. 

It’s the one relationship that guarantees love will always grow. And that’s comforting.

May Peace be with you,

~Kat

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