Personal Narrative - Finding Truth in Prayer :: Personal Narrative

Personal Narrative- conclusion Truth in PrayerGlory, God stared me in the face. A world, my rescuer stood at the curtain. Are you planning to pray? he inquired. I blinked twice, Um... yes?Praying isnt my thing, but I figured When in Vatican City...I stepped past the man and into Enlightenment. Behind the curtain a room heavy with relics awaited. People stood, sit down in the corners heads down and pass clasped the room was immobile. Satan himself could not plash a soul.I took my place in the pew furthest from the trend in a dark corner. Mindlessly I closed my eyes, hands and tilted my head. Ask God for tierce things my stepmother whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes.The room was remarkably bright. Angels flew above my head. How could I have n ever noticed before? And the altar before me rang with a holy, resonant sound. And this sound, this stocky hum filled my mind, almost deafening any insecurities that I could ever find. This projection left me feeling whole, left me fee ling safe and secure.I was ready, I closed my eyes. Just interchangeable Robert Frosts regular Wall. It occurred to me that when you wall something out (God), youre also walling something in (the very hint that iodine day Id have faith). I chose to observe down that wall.But what to ask for? Here I am in what has to be one of the holiest places I will ever encounter and Im gearing to pray. I dont pray. What do I want?Truth. I heard myself whisper. Yes, the word flowed right out of me. An perfect(a) flame had been lit, and I felt remarkably warm. I could not bear myself, I continued to whisper I want to find the truth. every and all truth, and somehow find its beauty. Sure it wasnt exactly three things that I had asked from him, but I figured if I put this one on hold, hed be sure to listen other day.Bombarded, my mind filled with a million thoughts and ideas. I felt like I could see through any problem solely because Im meant to. I knew what I wanted - the mere idea swallowe d me. there is truth, and a faith that will liberate me. And my job, my mission is find its beauty. To chisel away the inconsistencies and fallacies of life until Im left with nobody polished or refined, only the raw truth.