I pray every night. It’s a simple prayer I made up when I was young. Actually, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t pray at night before falling asleep. I don’t know what prompted me to begin because the sight of someone on their knees with their hands pressed together in prayer makes me uncomfortable.
Maybe it’s too Christian for me, but that’s not true. Many other faiths practice that way. I even do it in yoga and feel very comfortable Ohming or chanting Shanti with my hands pressed palm to palm. It feels very spiritual, calming, and connects me to everything source and lovely.
It’s just not how I speak to God on a daily basis. I’m Jewish. Being Jewish feels right to me. I also study Kabbalah, and that is the most spiritually authentic practice in my life. Although I do believe anyone who believes in God, no matter how or through what faith, is praying to the same deity.
I think that’s God’s sense of humor. God gives us options of how to worship and we get to choose how to connect.
This is what I say at night after turning off the lights.
Thank you for making today as wonderful as it was.
Help me make tomorrow even better.
Please bless my family, friends and myself.
Please let there be more love in the world tomorrow than there is today.
Thank you, Amen.
That’s the basic prayer. Lately I’ve been including more specifics about friends who are dealing with illness and death. I ask God to send their sick loved ones light and healing and I ask that God send them strength and love. I mean it sincerely from my soul. I know I can’t do more than pray for my friends and I hope it makes some difference in their struggles the next day.
I also recite the Ana Beko’ ach. It’s a Hebrew prayer. I say that one throughout the night. Whenever my daughter wakes me from sleep I say that prayer hoping that it reaches a higher place. I keep that prayer in my wallet too. It makes me feel good knowing its close even though I’ve had it memorized for seven years.
Does my praying surprise you? Do you pray? How does it make you feel? How would it make you feel if I prayed for you? I think that prayer is one way to do something selfless.
Today a deliveryman was struggling with a large box by an elevator. I held the door open, let him get in first and pressed the button to floor 8 for him. As I left he said, “Have a blessed day.”
“Thank you,” I said.