When was the last time you stopped and prayed and then waited to hear the answer? When did you pause and reach out to something bigger than yourself? Prayer was a ritual that used to be passed down generation to generation. It was sacred. It provided hope, answers, even salvation. The simple act of prayer.
This time of year always holds a special magic for me. Our days get shorter and the light is less. I used to panic about it getting dark, holding on to the last days of summer with all my might, but the last few years living in Alaska have taught me that the dark allows us to see things we would miss in the light. This morning I was physically reminded of the magic that happens in the dark.
This morning, while I was connecting to Spirit, I sent a prayer to Mary the Mother of Angels. I’ve had some challenging times being a mother to my young daughter, since we’ve moved. I prayed, “With all my heart, I want to be a better mother, a better nurturer. I want to find solutions to her struggles and be a better guide for my daughter on her journey. I want to be more patient, more supportive and most of all I want to teach her to come from a place of love and not fear. And so it is.” I sent the prayer up without a thought for how it would return or when I would “know” Mary had heard me.
What are Angels? They are popularly known as these amazing beings with wings, but there is so much more to them. There are various different kinds of angels that can make up your team, but two of the more well known types are Guardian Angels and the Archangels.