This last week has been put my reluctant body through the wringer. My fibromyalgia and rheumatoid arthritis pain are worse than usual, and I have been draggin myself through my tasks, highly anticipating crawling into bed until dinner is ready. I like to be up when my dear husband comes home, to greet him and ask him about his day, but my pain and exhaustion are such that I can't right now.
So I thought of prayer as I leafed through my quotation book this afternoon and almost immediately located a wonderful quotation by John Vianney on private vs. communal/liturgical prayer. I hope you enjoy it and that it feeds your soul the way it has done mine this afternoon:
"Private prayer is like straw scattered here and there: If you set it on fire, it makes a lot of little flames. But gather these straws into a bundle and light them, and you get a mighty fire, rising like a column into the sky; public prayer is like that."
-- St. John Vianney (1786-1859)
I'm planning to sink into His Word and pray it through the Divine Hours and the Book of Common Prayer this week for sustenance, hoping that feeding my soul will strengthen my body and enable me to accomplish all that I must do this week.