Sometimes discernment is hard. But sometimes, God just throws up his hands and does it for you. (Twice, if necessary.)
Brokenness lived under the blessing is transformed into a gift, not a burden. Every year in Lourdes, I get to relearn this.
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 wish I could say I am secure enough in my trust of God’s plan and providence to voluntarily move deeper into the hard and messy stuff that is this life. That appears to be what He is asking of me in 2018.
How can we cultivate the virtues of charity and humility, both during and after a moment where a child’s life might be at stake?
In asking us to willingly choose a cross and do work, God does not promise us any immunity from failure or from other suffering.