I went to mass at St. James Cathedral with Rebecca and her parents yesterday. During the post-eucharistic silent prayer, I asked God to help me be still so that I could hear Him.
(Backstory: I don't transition well. Big life changes like moving, starting a new job, etc. really throw me off. I love routine and when it is changed, I feel very uneasy and am easily stressed out. Now that I am moving out of my apartment, one that I have lived in for 2 years, and into a new place, I'm feeling that familiar sense of anxiety. Thus, the prayer.)
So tonight, as I was finding the motivation to change into my pjs and climb into bed, I just sat for a moment. Sitting on my bed, back against the wall, legs crossed, hands resting on my knees palms up. I sat there, closed my eyes, and took some deep breaths. (I've practiced this before, with not much success.) I focused on my breathing, which helped to calm my thoughts. My mind was clear, and I felt at peace. Then, I heard a voice in my head. Not some deep manly voice like I had always assumed that God would have, but it actually sounded more like me. It said,
In this moment, you are safe.
That's it. That's all I needed to hear. As soon as I heard it, my eyes welled up and a few tears slipped down my cheeks.
I guess what they say really is true. Whenever you really need something, there's only one thing to do.
Be still, and listen.
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