I’m sitting in Panera and 14 seconds after I typed the last word of this book about my pilgrimage to Lourdes, I hear singing in Latin. It sounds like the rosary being sung in Lourdes. I mean, it sounds EXACTLY like the rosary being sung in Lourdes.
Sometimes it’s easy to get so busy looking for the big miracle that we miss the little ones. God answered a very specific, longstanding prayer of mine in a delivery of food: a miracle in a pot of soup.
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.
A quick overview of our not-so-quick trip… just enough to leave you wanting more.
