During our family rosary, we unite ourselves by offering ourselves, pouring what is in our hearts out into the little community of our family. We gather our minds and bodies back from our fragmented daily existence to the heart of family unity, if only for a few brief minutes.
Sometimes discernment is hard. But sometimes, God just throws up his hands and does it for you. (Twice, if necessary.)
This is not a simplistic "God never closes a door without opening a window" speech. It's just a reminder that a negative (or absent) response does not have to mean the end of a relationship with God.
Staring into the abyss without clinging tightly to the hand of God is a dangerous game. He's calling me back to his side now. Take my hand, dear daughter. It's time to cling again.
I believe now, in my bones, that God is in control and will order all these scary moments into a beautiful whole, someday.
Don't I? I think I do. Right?
This week, I have been chatting with various members of the Order of Malta as we prepare for our upcoming pilgrimage. Every single one of them has offered some variation on this theme: "Oscar's presence will be such a blessing to us. It is our privilege to pray for you." This seemed, at first, quite… Continue reading The privilege of praying for others
If you, like me, are in the desert this Lent, consider a different kind of spiritual practice for the next 40 days. Hold on to the ice cream, but work on the attitude.