Yesterday was one of those days when I wanted to hide in a cave. Or retreat to a hermitage. While I love people, I hate politics. And people are, by nature, political. Even in the Church. Even in our wonderful parish.
Jesus I really am trying. I don’t eat barbed wire for breakfast anymore. I may not be holy,but my tongue certainly is. From biting it all the time. Lord have mercy!
Boy do I ever relate to St. Teresa of Avila. When she complained to God, because people were gossiping about her, God said,
“Teresa, that’s how I treat my friends”.
No wonder you have so few friends.
You just have to love a Saint that is sarcastic with God. There may be some hope for me. Well I did have to give up sarcasm for lent one year.
It is so easy to get discouraged. When you are swimming for shore, but never seem to reach it, it is tempting to give in to fatigue and give up.
But I think that The Anchoress has it right. Just keep Swimming. She found just the right video (hey Deacon Hubby this one is for you too; it is not easy to be a Deacon):