Ladder

Ladder: 

there's been times, more often than I care to state, that I slip to the bottom rung of the ladder, praying from a place of need and sense of lack. This is the beginning point offered by The Song of Prayer, a supplemental pamphlet adjustment to A Course in Miracles - our life of prayer starts with worldly requests that our needs be met, and we should definitely celebrate that we are on the ladder. The second rung begins when our prayers turun towards forgiveness, seeing through the illusion of lack and asking for the more subtle things such as peace of mind and a love-filled heart. Finally, that last rung, and no request is needed - this is an open-hearted communion, with only love received and given in a beautiful, seamless exchange. Of course this can be a sliding ladder, or it's been so with me. I've felt my toes on that top rung, however briefly, completely broke opened and filled with light. I've never stayed there though, not for very long, but it honestly feels enough right now to know that in the briefness of those moments... I touched upon eternity. 

and sometimes, again, I'm firmly planted on that bottom rung. 

yet what I realize is that I'm not even in charge of my position on this ladder, it's not a climb of achievement nor hierarchy of prayer. It's a gentle climb, and every so often I'm given a lift to a higher rung, a gift of grace and light filled view. What I find is that those lifty views are gifted so that my worldly prayers become more inspired, having a greater sense of their potential. So now, with my feet once again on ground floor, reaching for that very first rung...

I ask for grace to replace my fear.

I pray for faith,

courage.

and begin to gently climb this ladder once more.

~

I love you, Eric

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