Sometimes the first step is sitting up, putting your feet on the floor, and breathing in and out.
Eat , sleep, work.
Knees can get involved. Candles maybe.
An honest soul is perhaps the next step. Open those clenched fists.
Hands might shake. It’s okay. Faith can be so fickle.
There is a way to prayer. There are steps. And then there aren’t.
Eyes might be open or squeezed shut.
There are a lot of words. Or none.
Joy meets sorrow and then sorrow meets joy.
Peace is introduced to chaos.
A grin breaks forth as the bright setting sun causes spots of remembrance.
Bring whatever you have.
There is a way to prayer.
Jesus said to him, “I am the way… ” John 14:6