Brokenness lived under the blessing is transformed into a gift, not a burden. Every year in Lourdes, I get to relearn this.
In which we fly across the world to serve the sick and end up joining their ranks instead. In Lourdes, there are no accidents.
God has drawn beautiful goodness forth out of the rubble and ashes. He makes ALL things new, even the raggedy souls of beaten-down special needs mamas.
In which we address the elephant in the room and the million dollar question: What happened AFTER the baths?
Awkwardness! Confusion! Doubt! Our time in the baths was the beginning of the story, not the end.
Everywhere we went in Lourdes, the gaze of the beloved was turned upon us. The effect of this gaze, on both the bestower and the object, was transformative.
On Sunday, we attended one of the weirdest, most uplifting Masses of my life in the ugliest basilica I have ever seen. It was a gorgeous mess.