"We met and I started wondering if this relationship was going somewhere. I began what became the most intense period of prayer in my life. I asked God to show me if this was the man I should marry and to open my heart up if it was, and He did."

 

What a miracle. She asked for guidance and she was given it. I was touched by both her innocence and her trust. 

 

Recently another friend asked if I would pray for her to find her partner, and to recognize him when she did. That night I included her in my prayers with my twins. They asked God to lead her as well. The next night, I confess that I did not remember to pray for her again, but my girls did. They have continued for a week.

 

I wonder what it looks like when we ask for light from above. I suppose dark spaces get brighter. I notice that when I go to the theater, my attention swivels to the actor with the spotlight. I am not usually aware of it, until the person who has lines begins talking before the guy in charge of lights catches the cue and flicks on the right spot.

 

"All the world's a stage," or so Shakespeare claims. But there is someone on the catwalk, whose perspective carries more loft than we generally enjoy. What shadows disappear when I ask for more lights? How much safer do I feel dancing on a floor with no blind corners?

 

"Lights! I need more light!"