I’d been suffering through a low-grade semi-depression for a few weeks (pretty much since New Year’s Day), partly from not having a clearly defined purpose or goal to work towards, and partly from our family’s new schedule not allowing me much time to meditate, journal about, or work towards any goal I might choose.
Then yesterday that depression came to a head when the one goal I had chosen was suddenly squashed by a conversation I had with my husband.
Suddenly I was left adrift, floating aimlessly, feeling very un-driven and purposeless. Not a very all-American feeling.
And right at the very end of the day, as I was tucking myself into bed early, I picked up my journal to scrawl a few ridiculous lines about how I was so depressed I was practically suicidal (in the sense of wanting this all to just end already so we could all go straight to Heaven).
But the odd thing was that what came to mind was that now my only purpose, goal, and intention for this year was PRAYER.
And with that realization came a flood of hope and power.
I’m really going to dedicate this entire year to the practice of prayer???
What?!?! This is going to be the most ridiculously powerful year ever!!!
And so it begins. The best purpose ever.