The idea of sitting in adoration for an extended period of time requires me to psych myself up as if I’m about to run a 20 mile race. As frequently as I give friends advice to “take time alone with God” or “pray about it and see what you hear,” it’s advice I’m horrible at accepting. I begin and before long am convincing myself that God wants me to pray by serving others and being joyful in my work.
I’ve turned to gossip so readily because it felt easier, but in the end, gossip usually multiplied the conflicts I had, and often left me more at fault than those who had wronged me to begin with. The gossip I spread came back to me, along with feelings of betrayal and dismay from the friends I had spoken against.
It’s as if he’s humbly accepting that there’s little he can offer unless he invokes God’s grace through prayer first.
I didn’t know what to do or say and felt my motivation waning. However, the Holy Spirit was working around me and brought me what I needed most. I needed friends who were searching after Christ with me.
Once the weather stops being so hot and humid, I’m going to be so much happier. Once classes start, I’ll be able to focus and feel more connected to other people. I just need to buy two more skirts, and then I’ll feel ready for the school year to start. I just need a snack and a coffee, then I can tackle this project.
Isn’t it interesting that the main task that is given to the servants is to give food to the members of the household at the proper time? These are such specific instructions we are given to prepare for the second coming.
I smile thinking of Teresa’s baptism and how so many family and friend gathered with us to welcome her into the Church community, singing the litany of saints (and then laugh when I remember how she pooped, loudly, in the middle of it!).
I find it much easier in life to stay in my comfort zone. It’s easier to be complacent and comfortable. It’s easier to stay at home, to stick with what I’ve known, to stay where it’s safe. But so much beauty in my life has come from following the little nudges that say, “come and see.”
Because of this, reading today’s gospel challenges me to flip my notion of "being first" that I've been told by the culture I live in.
I am worthy, even when I fail, because if I improve my ability to be patient or exhibit more self-control with food, it is not because I am good, but because He is good. It is not because of my strength, but because of His strength.
Jesus, right then and there, corrects him with “seventy-seven times.” Now I can totally relate to Peter here, being a person of measurement. A person of numbers by remembering what he has done and what he has received.
And so, on the Feast of the Assumption of Mary, It is my hope to start with a decade a day, with the certainty that Mary, as always, leads me closer to her Son.
I find myself so caught up in worldly affairs that even if I was sitting very still in perfect silence, my mind and heart would still be so cluttered that there’s no way I could hear God.
I used to think homeless people asking for money on the streets were just scamming me. My mom, in a genuine attempt to protect me from the danger of talking to strangers, had told me a story about a homeless man with a broken leg whom she gave $100 to thinking that she was helping him.
The glory of God is the Human Person fully alive says St. Irenaeus. I’m breathing, but far from feeling fully alive.
There are so many opportunities to judge people’s hearts every day, and I can’t help it.
I’ve had a lot of anxiety about will I be able to do it all: be a good person, wife, friend, teacher, mother… and still strive to be a saint? I have been weighed by guilt and shame having these thoughts. I try telling myself I should be grateful for this gift of life, and that I am concentrating too much on myself and being selfish.
And yet, oddly, for as much as we may crave this rest, it doesn’t necessarily come easily.
Even this summer, it took me a while to slow myself down enough to enter into a restful state. In so many ways, this notion of rest is counter-cultural. Societal norms tell us to stay busy all the time, as though we are wasting our time if we aren’t being actively productive every moment of the day. Perhaps even our quest to be “living persons” may seemingly contribute to this culture of constant productivity: exercise more, learn more, pray more, etc.
I cannot help but believe that when I breathe in the salt air, when I share a long walk with my mom, or when I pause to just look out onto the sea that Jesus is present in all of that.