They would come here to pray

On a recent trip to Grand Cayman, I took this photo at the San Gervasio Ruins. After returning home and doing some research, I discovered that the Mayan people would make a yearly pilgrimage to this place to pray to a God of Fertility, Ixchel. In a similiar way many devotees make their yearly pilgrimages these days to various places all over the globe; the core of the concept continues to go to a specific place where you believe your prayers and sacrifice are to be offered, according to your faith and what you know to be true in your heart. I have come to sense that fertility was not restricted to child bearing, but the proliferaction of the many things that sustain us in life. Not a new concept, I know. I am a farmer and rancher's daughter, and probably have a keen sense for these matters. What lays on my heart this morning is that I could pay more attention, be more aware of the fertility around me. It's the increases, the abundances and the thriving that can go un-noticed, without the occasional, or regular scheduled visit to that special place. For me, that place is prayer. I am in the most prolific state of my being when I am in prayer. It is where much of my growing and fertilization occurs. It is where I go intentionally, to sacrifice time and attention. It is where I go to pray. I am inspired to share this with you, in the event there are days when you need guidance with prayer once you get to your place.
http://remote-media.hutchcraft.com/free-downloads/Seven_Ways_to_Pray_in_Times_Like_These.pdf
Thanks to Ron Hutchcraft Ministries, Inc for providing this resouce.

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