Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

  Sometimes, when it all is, finally,  too much, I climb into my car, roll the windows up, and somewhere between backing out of the driveway and rounding the first corner, I let out a yell that would topple Manhattan. How do you pray?

Our prayers break on God like waves, and he an endless shore, and when the seas evaporate and oceans are not more and cries are carried in the wind God hears and answers every sound as he has done before. Our troubles eat at God like nails. He feels the gnawing pain on souls and bodies. H e never fails but reassures he'll heal again, again, again, again and yet again.