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Adoration: Prayer is the longing of the soul

I’ve gotten into the habit of journaling my prayers down during adoration and this is my prayer/reflection from adoration this past weekend:

Restless our hearts are, Oh Lord, until they rest in you. Here I am again, Lord. Just waiting in the silence. I’m curious to find out what exactly you have in store for me. I can feel you everywhere. It’s beautiful here. Nature is a true reflection of your handiwork, every sunset, sunrise, and tree are a reflection of your beauty. You’ve always been here for me to see but why have I been so blind? Did I choose not to see?

You are so alive in the lives of your youth. There is a reflection of you in every face I see. It brings me to tears to see actually. It’s beautiful. Thank you so much for bringing me here and for allowing me to help bring these children closer to you. Is this where you called me to be? Youth Ministry? Missions work? I want to go where you would have me go, work where you would have me work, and minister too and love whomever you would have me love. I want to be wholly yours.

Please continue to love these children and help us guide them closer to you. Use me as a vessel of your love. Please be with your Church, those in purgatory, and those who are persecuted for their faith. Please also bring peace to those in the Ukraine.

You’ve brought me a very long way, Lord. It’s been an amazing adventure and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my lifetime and more with you! Thank you so much for all of the amazing people you have brought into my life. I am abundantly blessed. Thank you for never giving up on me and for your unfathomable grace and love.

Please guide the words of my heart and bring me close to you.




I’m usually a laid back person. I love to read. I’m a history nerd. If I could go back in time and meet just one person it would probably be Pope John Paul II. I’m married to my best friend. Fall is my favorite season. The Giant Panda is my favorite animal. I love it when you go somewhere, see something, or even eat something and it bring back memories from your past. I love the smell of rain. Oh, and by the way, I’m Leila (lie-luh).

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