When I’m praying the 4th glorious mystery of the rosary, that’s what I think about. Mary entirely entrusting herself to the will of God. At the hour of our death, we all be come childlike — our fate entirely in the hands of the Lord, whether we intended it or not. You really cannot enter the kingdom of Heaven any other way. Scientific fact.
But before that? Eh. Not so easy.
One of the surreal side effects of trusting in God, is knowing that in the middle of the something miserable, we can look forward with hope, and in my case, curiosity, towards the future. How’s He going to sort this one out? But surreal, because the miserable is still, you know, valley of tears.
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All of y’all need to get yourself to Mass today, because it’s an HDO. And I know sometimes that’s not possible, or it’s possible but it’s not easy, or you honestly forget, because you didn’t goof off on the proper internet sites in time . . . so many different opportunities for offering up the disappointments or frustrations of a double-glorious day. And if you’re looking for a cause towards which to direct your prayers . . . I could use a few. Thanks.
Jen.
Sometimes we create our own problems. Most of the time problems just seem to find us.
Hehe. I’m not going to comment on that one :-).
Keep laffin’! That reminds me, we’re trying to get one of our daughters enrolled in Pre-Trial Intervention.
Will pray for her! And for you.
I’m a fan of funny chairs, btw.