It's coming on Christmas and for many, it is a time for wishes. The Nine of Cups, is called the 'Wish Card'. Many of my cherished wishes or what I call prayers, have come to fruition, and I am beyond grateful. These prayers are answered in one way or another, sooner or later, regardless if I like the outcome.
Most of these 'wishes' are manifested through my own efforts made, and is a validation of my commitment to doing the leg work, to make it happen. I think wishes are thoughts or intentions, prayers are thoughts of a kind, but more of a longing and listening, with the expectation that God will help me. Often I think I spend time wishing because I worry, which is the opposite of prayer, and speaks to my lack of trust.
I can't make deals with the God of my understanding. I do think I can ask in belief, and with faith that my longings will be realized. Most times the more clarity I have in my requests, the better. I don't think communication with the Creator is any different than when we communicate with others, especially with those we love. Humans for the most part, are not mind readers, I don't presume that God is either, though it is said that our prayers are known before we ask. Then why ask? I see it as a big part of doing the leg work in making the effort. I think this is a realistic expectation. Intention needs to be backed up with tangible application. We need walk the talk.
“There's no point having wishes if you don't at least try to do them”
― Sally Nicholls, Ways to Live Forever
" The only difference between a wish and a prayer is that you're at the mercy of the universe for the first, and you've got some help with the second."
2 comments:
When you ask, you show the willing to receive
But their is a great difference between a prayer and a letter to Santa :D
I really like that Ellen...you wise woman!!! :)
I'm glad I never expected much from Santa. I don't ever recall writing him a letter! But times were very different then. There just wasn't the focus on all the commercial business like there is now. There was never a Santa in a mall. Of course there was never a mall either! I'm glad I grew up when I did with parents who knew the real meaning of Christmas...except for the drunk dad part ;) Good thing I can laugh about it now! Love you Ellen <3
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