The mysterious beauty of prayer...

If you have ever been one to feel the healing power or peace that can be felt through prayer, and prayers being said for you, then you know how warm and fuzzy it can make you feel inside.
Like a nice intoxication in your heart. Like a warm blanket protecting you from harm.

I am feeling that right now.

After a long week of crazy deadlines, and very little sleep, situations came up that set me on edge. I had a major headache yesterday (Friday) because I didn't get to sleep until 10:30 am being awake most of Thursday as well.
I still have a ton of work I need to get done for today (Saturday) so that I can mail a few dozen parcels and run some errands...
Running on close to empty I was starting to feel frustrated...
I asked for some of my friends, and family to say a prayer, and all I can say is, wow.

Why don't I remember to do this more often?

It's like pain killers and Xanax combined.
Who needs meds and aspirin, when you can have prayer instead?

If however you don't believe in the power or point of prayer, maybe you can try it some time.