Prayer has been very helpful to me. I've had some painful sessions in prayer though. At my old job, there was a Catholic Churrh that was open 8-6 every day. I'd drop in during lunch and pray. I would sob. Sometimes I would kneel before the statue of Christ and trace the wounds on his feet with my fingers. The church always had people praying an lighting candles. A perpetual offering of suffering and pain. The space seemed filled with heartbreak and sadness, yet it was upheld and transformed by the weightlessness of grace. A monk once counseled me to offer my suffering to Christ.
