A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about praying while driving on SR 200 in Florida. Since that time, I have been informed that this road is one of the most dangerous in the state of Florida. So, I guess that it is not a bad idea to pray to the Lord while traversing this road. Agree? 

Well, after I wrote that blog, I began to think about all the other places that I pray.  

*The shower: nice warm water flowing over my body brings me to think how grateful I am to be able to take a shower when I wish. Not having to fight with elements that make the water hazardous to use. 

*While brushing my teeth: again, my gratitude to the Lord jumps to mind. I have teeth in great shape and can eat with ease. I have much to thank God for after all these years of living. 

*Sweeping the floor: I have a floor to sweep! That also brings to mind the sturdy house and car that I am blessed to use. I can take this time to talk to God about problems, issues or requests.  

*In bed in the morning before I rise or at night before I fall asleep. I can review the day and plan for the future asking for Jesus’ guidance with decisions and actions. Then ask for God’s blessing for loved ones and people in need of God’s love. 

I think that you get the point. I want to stay in constant contact with God. That contact is a lifeline during times of trouble and times of glee. I want to let God take a share of any burdens and talking with God allows me to give up control of these burdens and humbly request assistance. And, you know what? I get the help I need either in the form of a thought that sends me in a different direction or a comment by another person that leads me to peace. These are not coincidences. This is constant contact with God who loves me and you-unconditionally. 

Here is a little prayer written by St. Catherine of Sienna a long time ago which assures me that God is near all the time. 

The Sanctuary 
It could be said that God’s foot is so vast that this earth is  
but a field on God’s toe, 
And all the forests in this world came from the same root 
Of just a single hair of God’s 
What then is not sanctuary? 
Where can I not kneel and pray at a shrine made
 holy by God’s presence? 

Terri