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?)