Only when I cease to be in prayer, do I experience the feelings and thoughts I reject as untrue in life. In prayer, unceasing, the continuity thereof, I find myself in joy, contentment, peace, happiness…and only then I am able to share such with others.
Praying the Rosary is one of the most fruitful blessings and spiritual practices for my life.
The deep meditative time I’ve spent on each Mystery has brought peace and understanding into areas of myself I needed help with to become stronger in understanding and in action. Those who have never prayed in this manner, but are thoughtful and seeking, will likely not understand my comments upon it, as you will view it only from a detached sense. But I can speak for myself, my life has been manifold enhanced by it.
It is for me one of the “forms” of prayer which has benefited me…thus I share my experience with you. But let me broaden my comment here, to speak of prayer, no matter the form it takes.
There is indeed a spiritual battle, a spiritual hunger and thirst resulting from the spiritual void in the world of man…being in this world, but not of it, requires contemplative prayer/meditation (of whatever faith or belief may resonate with you). For me, deep study and contemplation often upon the Mysteries of the Rosary has been most fruitful, strengthening, reassuring, encouraging and incredibly helpful in all manner of my life.
God is love. Love is of God.
It is not a matter of defining and limiting, but opening to this truth which brings swells of contentment and a peace not otherwise experienced.
At times prayer is in words, but it transforms into something beyond words as one meditates upon the teaching being given to one’s heart. Prayer of words begins the process, and the Holy Spirit takes over, and lessons and messages flow into my heart – sometimes still to my amazement. Then, at other times, prayer is not of words or even emanating from them necessarily from an earlier time, but is a spontaneous happening – a communication heard, received, and then only then, do I respond (my mind then putting words into affect). At such times, I sometimes refrain from words as well, for they are of my mind, and experience only occurs.
Prayer, then, isn’t merely a practice, but perhaps more so a training for an experience far beyond that which our minds grasp. It is at all times when light overcomes our own darkness within. It whisks us from time, from space, from all the mind and society would have distract us, and brings us the ultimate truth. It is not experience of emotionalism or pleading, but of humbly receiving that which you never knew before or needed to be reminded of as only God can reveal…your heart must be willing.
In my life, it is not an obligation or duty to perform, but a blessing, a delight, and a revelation of how much I do not know and need to evolve. When it is a prayer for another, it is my joining, only joining, with that which God would have for them as well – knowledge of Him, of grace, of Love. And my fervent desire, is that I maintain such love for all, and in all I do. (Though I fail at this-making mistakes whenever I at all let any degree of fear (lack of love) affect me-my endeavor is to identify such and return to truth, to love, to become stronger so as not to fall or lapse into fear-induced feelings at all.)
For me, I seek for my life to be a prayer.
I wish you well.