So there, I sat staring at the Christmas tree with its lights. I was still and that's when I remembered this story:
"I like to play with the stars," a little girl told her pastor one day when he came to visit her. She was confined to bed because of a severe spinal deformity, and her bed was positioned so that she had a good view of the sky. She wanted it that way so she could see the stars. "I wake up a lot at night and can't get back to sleep," she told the minister, "and that's when I play with the stars."
Her pastor, curious about what she meant by that, asked, "How do you play with the stars?" The child answered, "I pick out one and say, 'That's Mommy.' I see another and say, 'That's Daddy.' And I just keep on naming the stars after people and things I'm thankful for—my brothers and sisters, my doctor, my friends, my dog." And on and on she went, until at last she exclaimed, "But there just aren't enough stars to go around!"
I am sure, just like the kid, I'll say that there are no enough bulbs and definitely there wasn't enough time for me that moment because I have to help set up for the mass.
Surely the enemy doesn't want us to pray but I guess if we could have something like the stars, the Christmas light bulbs and the Rosary, maybe we will be less destructed. I actually find it easier because before, when I was just randomly thinking of people, my mind would sometimes go blank and I end up just thinking about them and not praying for them.
Here's more, when riding a train, for every person I see, I pray for them and a person I actually know. They're like beads. They help me stay focus. They help me think less of my self and I like it. Praying for my self actually shortens my praying time and my time with God, that's why I am glad I discovered a new way to help my self pray, because I want to talk to Him more. ^_^