I have been reading Scent of Water by Elizabeth Goudge, and one sentence has been following me around for days. One of the characters has a conversation with a man who is seen as a bit of an eccentric by others, one of those holy men whom others find it hard to understand. The conversation goes like this: “There are three necessary prayers and they have three words each. They are these, ‘Lord have mercy. Thee I adore. Into Thy hands.’ Not difficult to remember. If in times of distress you hold to these you will do well.’ Then he lifted his hat and turned round again. I stood at the door and watched him go. He had a queer wavering sort of walk. He did not look back.”
As I said, I have been pondering those three prayers–hopefully as our Mother would–and they feed my soul. I hope you find time to ponder them as well. (Have you been able to find a place to make little retreats during the day?)
Those three little prayers truly say it all.