Coping...the old fashioned way..
I have used many coping techniques in my life. I have used Ruffles and French onion dip. I have used sex. I have used alcohol.
Today, I am much more mature. Today I pray. You can see me on the sidelines of a soccer game, hands folded under my chin, praying. Praying for Lea to do her best. Praying for no injuries. Praying I do not shout out any instructions to my soccer girl and then receive a penalty from her coach.
I pray for the entire length of any race my Grace is running. Thankfully she is NOT a marathoner.
I am a very good pray-er. Every single time I board an airplane I say the same prayer. Usually, I hold hands with my seatmate. Usually it is one, or both, of my daughters.
"Dear God, bless the hands that fly this plane. Bless the people on the plane. Bless the people we left behind and the people waiting for us when we land. We ask this in the name of your son Jesus Christ, our Lord. And all God's people say, Amen"
My daughters say it with me. They used to be super attentive. Now they do it on auto pilot. I am happy about that.
Many people will be surprised that I am writing so openly about my faith.
There was a time in my life that I attended meetings for ACA. Adult children of Alcoholics. This is an anonymous group like AA and Al-Anon. I hope I am not breaking any rules by admitting to being at meetings. It was through this program that I learned to pray. I went to Catholic school for 2 years. I went to Catholic Church, on a regular basis for 14 years. I received all the sacraments...First Communion, First Confession, Confirmation, and of course...Baptism. I attended CCD for 3 years also. To say I have been churched up is an understatement. But I only prayed by rote. I memorized the prayers and to this day, I whisper them when I am nervous.
Today, I attend Spring Hills Community Church. It is a Christian church but it is very progressive. I love the music. I have always received my messages through the music. The hymns and Christian rock songs alike.
The power of my prayers has the most calming influence on me. I find myself praying a lot these days. Being a mom will do that to you. Or for you. I am not trying to get anyone on my side or in my prayer circle. I do not use my spirituality that way. It is for me. It works for me. I believe in prayer and when someone asks me to pray for them, I do it.
When Grace was ill I had 100's of prayer warriors, in several states, praying for a good outcome. Hello...have you seen her? She is perfect.
Coping by prayer is my way. It is what I believe.
It feels as good as some of my former methods. I will say, however, Ruffles and French onion dip has no competition. It is still a viable option, and I can use that AND pray, at the same time.