A while back, I heard a preacher talk about a simple yet beautiful 5 minute prayer. I don't remember exactly what he said, but here's the general gist of it:
For the first minute: I'm sorry. Tell God what you are sorry for. Acknowledge your failures, seek true contrition, and ask forgiveness.
For the second minute: Lay down your burdens. Whatever it is that is on your heart, whether it be guilt, struggles of living, a broken heart, etc., lay it down before His cross. We hold all of our burdens so close to our heart; in giving them to Jesus we can open our hearts to Him and to others.
For the remaining 3 minutes: Jesus, hold me. Just let Him hold you. You don't have to struggle any more, you don't have to be the one to hold everything in your life together, you don't have to be strong. Go to Him like a child. Let Him hold you in His arms and fill you with His love. You are His precious and beloved son/daughter. Let Him cradle you.
I don't always pray it, but when I'm really in need of His mercy and love, He always comes through. I always know that He is a safe place for me to hide when life is too much. Sometimes I just need to be held and told that I'm loved.
I've never felt a physical touch or heard a voice with my ear, but it's the kind of thing that I feel in my heart.
Sometimes I also feel this way with the Blessed Mother. Asking my Heavenly Mother to hold me on those dark nights when my earthly mother can't. I don't get as much a sense of being cradled with Jesus as simply being held, but with Mary, I always feel cradled.
It truly steals my heart away when she cradles me. I guess the best way to describe it is that if I feel like she's holding me, I can imagine different ways in which I still need to be holding myself up. But if she's cradling me, I can either choose to squirm and writhe and try to get out and do things my way, or I can just let go of my control and let her wrap me up tightly in her embrace.
It's weird, but sometimes I will also feel like I'm laying my head down in her lap while I'm being cradled. Again, this isn't a physical thing, just the physical action that best corresponds to what my heart feels is happening, so it doesn't need to be anatomically correct.
Does anyone else have any experience with this?
Jesus, Hold Me
Started by brianthephysicist, Apr 17 2012 10:47 PM
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Posted 17 April 2012 - 10:47 PM
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Posted 18 April 2012 - 01:16 AM
Brian, that is beautiful. Yes, I do know what you are talking about. Rest in His love and the love of His mother. PM me if you wish.
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Posted 23 April 2012 - 03:46 AM
It is indeed beautiful - and yes, I love the experience of being held by Jesus and His mother. Thank you for posting!
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Posted 23 April 2012 - 04:08 AM
If God is Love than Love is the Law.
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Posted 03 May 2012 - 11:07 PM
That is a beautiful prayer. I know what you mean - when I was going through a difficult moment recently, I experienced a physical closeness with Christ. It took my breath away, because it's the first time I've ever felt such a thing. I'm glad you were able to experience the beautiful feeling of being close to Our Lord and his Mother. God bless.
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Posted 04 May 2012 - 08:54 PM
I know exactly what you mean. (:
In times of sadness, I'd rather pray to Mary because I feel more embraced by her motherliness. I feel like she's the one holding me when I'm about to cry, or in times of anger or sickness, she's the one helping me take deep breaths or rub my tummy. (:
Of course, when I need the redemptive love of Christ, it's He who wraps me up like a blanket in the cold nights of sinfulness. (:
In times of sadness, I'd rather pray to Mary because I feel more embraced by her motherliness. I feel like she's the one holding me when I'm about to cry, or in times of anger or sickness, she's the one helping me take deep breaths or rub my tummy. (:
Of course, when I need the redemptive love of Christ, it's He who wraps me up like a blanket in the cold nights of sinfulness. (:









