. Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
Most days I run about four and a half miles. I don't experience a “runner's high” very often; it's more like a runner's medium— maybe medium-high. I push myself, but I'm not concerned about improving my time, just my health. What's important to me is not how soon I cross the finish line, but how fit I am. When I run I trust the invisible processes in my body, the transformation of tissues, bone and heart, of metabolism, blood chemistry, immunology, stamina and all sorts of things. I don't understand all that. I just know it's going on in me. So I run.
When I sit in silent stillness and meditate on the love of God I don't often experience a “pray-er's high,” that endorphin-rich state of bliss brought on by profound meditation. I don't often sense that God is saying anything in particular to me. But I trust the invisible process going on in my soul. Even though sometimes my prayer is shallow or my mind wanders, when I sit in silence, the Beloved prays in me, Spirit breathes in me, and unseen miracles occur— gifts of healing, release, wisdom, connection, love and presence. I don't understand it. I just know it's going on in me. So I pray.
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