I am finding a new prayer routine, nestled within the different discomforts and pains.  And I am weaning myself off some of the narcotic pain medication; they seem to have been messing with my mind too much.  As the lethargy starts to move fades, I was able to do my midnight wandering with a rosary in hand and although I can say I didn’t do a terribly well focused rosary, it is beginning to come more within the realm of a prayer life.  Thank you holy mother church for providing us with these tools of redemption.  I can see that my use on this planet will not be in teaching or in material contributions.  Although, to the extent I can I do intend to continue to pull together my education materials.  But as I went through the dull and wasteland time period of early morning, I was asking that my prayers be dedicated to those who would be dying at that point.  My prayers seem so mediocre compared to the needs but I do offer them to you Jesus in hopes that you can use them to the betterment of my family and the world.  I still remember when Aunt Pat commented that we often see prayer as a last resort, when it should be the first resort.  That is what I can offer now, and I am not doing a particularly good job at it.

Help me to see how I can contribute to the growth of your kingdom even as I simply wander a lonely house in the early morning.