In early April as I began to turn the corner from the worst part of being sick with COVID, I began writing in my journal again. Writing in my journal became an outlet – a sounding board, an open letter with God or sometimes to my late father. It felt good to journal and I wanted to remember the ups and downs of it all.
I also felt like I needed to break from just praying about gaining my ability to breath and getting my strength back. I needed to think bigger and also think about the next chapter of our lives after this virus. Separate from my daily journal entries and meditations on gratefulness, I started a new page in my journal and underlined “Sarnor Prayer List”. Like never before, I felt like I was a testament to the power of prayer and how it helped me get through the trenches. I knew that I had to take my prayers one step further and pray for the other things our family wanted and needed.
The third of the three things on our Prayer List came true two weeks ago. We bought and moved into a new house – what we feel like is our family’s dream house. One of the three items on my prayer list was a home in the neighborhood in LA where we moved. Sometimes when I would flip to this page and pray, I would even think to myself, “we probably can’t afford that neighborhood”. And then things started falling into place as if they were manifest.
I have always been religious, but I am in awe that we are experiencing the blessings we are right now. We have had a damn tough year. And it feels like a gift that God has allowed us to have the joy we are experiencing right now. The renewal and the new beginnings.
WON’T HE DO IT!