It began with an eyelash. And then some birthday candles. And then everything I could possibly make a wish on. And my wishes, or prayers, were answered.
That’s powerful stuff for a 12 year old, and it’s what led me to investigate religion and spirituality more deeply and set me on the path I am on today.
Since then, I have come to rely on prayer throughout my daily life. Sometimes it’s those trivial ones we blurt off without a thought “please don’t let the bus come before I reach the corner” is a frequent refrain in my life. But more often than not, prayer is the tool I use to gain clarity and insight on a situation. Somehow, after prayer, my intuition always seems stronger, my perspective more insightful, and my decision making stronger. I see answers to my prayers in “signs” (whether coincidental or not, I don’t really care, the point is, they help me) big and small, and usually when I listen to my intuition after praying on something, I make the right choice. What sort of right choices? Graduate school. Jobs. Relationships. Decisions big and small. It’s when I don’t listen to the answers to my prayers that I get into trouble.
Prayer is essential to me. It’s the evidence that bolsters my faith. It’s certainly not a fail-proof method, but for me, my prayer life is an integral part of sustaining my spiritual life. I’d be lost without it.