I have finally learned to truly “put it in God’s Hands.” What more can I do? I have spent my whole entire life planning, working, achieving, putting off, putting myself first, putting myself last, not putting myself at all, and what did it get me? A whole lot of nothing, with a whole bag of worries remaining.

Now, when I start the worry-wort business, I say “If my angels want me to have this, or that, or whatever, God or my Guardian Angels will send me a ticket to win the lottery! Or something like that. They will send me whatever I need when it’s the right time. Just like walking the Camino. Time will always comes because Time stands still.

Then I see a ray of light burst through the trees, or a shadow of a moving leaf on the wall, or a birdsong calling in the night air, and I know that I am “home.” That’s what I call “putting it in God’s Hands.” I try to find something – anything – around me that I can be grateful for, at that moment, the moment that worry comes knocking around my door. And at that moment God’s grace can come instead.

it works. What more can we do? This is how I am learning to pray.

I am listening to Dana Cunningham’s gorgeous, simple, spare, contemplative acoustic piano on “Amazing Grace,” from “The Color of Light.” Wonderful. Since I can’t walk the Camino right now, try also Tina Malia, which has saved my soul.