A Mother's Love: The Legacy Prayer
A Mother's Love...
Blessings. Blessings. Blessings. Blessings BE Unto You.
Recently I was asked what is my legacy? I said, “I don’t know.” What this question stimulated within me was a contemplation on the legacy I received from my mother that most influenced my life. Prayer.
My mother armed me with the 23rd Psalm and The Lord’s Prayer. We were not a family that was in church every Sunday. My mother has a legacy of community service and caring that demonstrated to us a love for her community and our neighbors. She would later tell me that these two prayers along with the book of Psalms was what sustained her through the loneliness of being a single mother and the fear that she would not always be there for us. As I closed my eyes I began to imagine Mothers of many faiths holding their children in their bosom singing lullabys of divine nourishment. Praying the spirit of God into her family.
When I was laying on the floor during a home invasion it was the 23rd Psalm that comforted me and gave me the gumption to breathe into God in total surrender. Everything that you may have experienced through one of my sessions came from this moment. I took three breaths. I centered only on God and not the outcome. I received the Peace of the Angels.
When I am in distress, and I am praying the 23rd Psalm over days at some point the Lord’s Prayer comes into my spirit. Truthfully, I don’t think I even get all of the words right. The inflowing can overtake me. It is not complicated. It really did not take a course or a guru or even discipline. It takes my earnestness. This prayer was ingrained within me from the same heart that she taught me that I must brush my teeth everyday. When I was in mortal danger I did not think about it I began to pray. It arose from within me. It was my mother’s love that she wanted her three children to be fortified and have a place of inner strength within us.
This season of thanks and gratitude I am focused on the blessings of the Legacies of inner strength that have been demonstrated and received from our Matriarchs. With my hand over my heart, I whisper, Thank You. To the mothers that mentor, feed and nourish. To my mother I say, You did your best and I love you. I AM Grateful.
May our homes be blessed with the simplicity of knowing Holiness. May Divinity shine Its Light upon us. May our legacy of blessings and wisdom pour into our children and our world.
Namaste. Amen. Amen.
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