Your are storied, as am I.
I look at others and I think, you have a story. As do I.
Not, I have a more important or a better story.
The first time I went into confession I had to disclose 46 years of story: all my short-comings and failings. I thought I’d be given armour to carry in a net on my back by way of penance (The Mission).
he priest told me only to “Say 5 Hail Mary’s and 2 Our Fathers”. What?! How could that be right.
Prayer in a sacramental universe is about realigning with the larger whole.
Prayer is far more communal than individual. (Look not to my sin but to the faithfulness of your Church.)