Long ago and far away when I was taking my walk with the Blessed Mother, she taught me that nothing in this world is really within my control. I can only expect that when I make the effort to keep praying and strengthening my faith, God would make Himself known in my life. I was consistently reminded to turn away from anything that put a dividing line between God and myself and that I’d be rewarded for my efforts. I learned to expect miracles in my life. I learned that when I didn’t know the solution to a particular problem, all I needed to do was hand it over to God’s capable hands.
There is never a time or place where we are alone, that our efforts are in vain, that we are “supposed” to be suffering. God wants us to flourish, not to merely exist on this planet. I know a lot of people are feeling mired in indecision these days-afraid of making a wrong move. I suggest that this “indecision” IS the problem and that any move in a new direction is the right one.
One of the things I used to love to do was write letters to God and put them under my pillow. It was my own little ritual. You can make your own.
Don’t start fretting and winging your hands over what to say or how to say it. If you are having trouble in your life and you need help or direction or love or protection or financial help, ASK God.
I’ve drawn a blank this morning. How can I be walking around with a huge lump AND a giant hole in my heart at the exact same time? I’m trying to stick to the path. I’m trying to feel my feelings without allowing them to paralyze my progress. It’s so hard.
I know there is nothing for me to do right now, yet the irrational part of me wants to spring into action to try to find a way to heal the situation. I know I can’t. I know swooping in to save the day isn’t the right thing in this case. It would be a temporary fix for a lifelong issue. Why can’t I get anyone to understand this? Why don’t people understand that quick fixes just don’t work. Presents and money are wonderful things but they are not instruments of healing or teaching mechanisms; they don’t help to set up good habits, time management skills, problem solving, self esteem, worth. I could go on and on.
It hurts to be on the outside, knowing what the real answer is, having to sit on my hands watching the same patterns continue to repeat over and over, knowing that the end result will always be the same. A dear friend has always said, “People like to sit in their sh*t because it’s warm. We cannot help those who do not want our help.”
I can do nothing but trust in your love, your direction, and your devotion.
So today I’ll get up and occupy myself with hard work and service to others and I’ll do it with a smile on my face and a spark of your joy in my heart. It’s still in there. I’ll offer this to you as my sacrifice, that you may shine a concentrated beam of your love, directly on the two in my family who are most in need.
From my vantage point, all is unfolding as it should.
Have you ever been sorry about doing the right thing except for the part where it hurts?
Pour out your soul to me. I hear your cries. I will make you whole and remove the lump.
Do not give up just before the miracle happens! Carry on.
I love you.
…”Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always
pray and not give up. He said: “In a certain town there was a judge who neither
feared God nor cared about men. And there was a widow in that town who kept
coming to him with the plea, ‘Grant me justice against my adversary.’
“For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, ‘Even though I
don’t fear God or care about men, yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I
will see that she gets justice, so that she won’t eventually wear me out with her
And the Lord said, “Listen to what the unjust judge says. And will not God
bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he
keep putting them off? I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly.
However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?”…
Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.