Sorry about not posting in awhile. I am gearing up for RCIA, which begins in two weeks. There are things that need to change, calendars to make, and advertising material to develop etc.
We haven’t been able to visit our children and grandchildren, in Ireland and Scotland—for over a year. The tickets have gone way up in price, and we have never recovered from Deacon being out of work for over a year several years ago. Money is tight and I have gotten the message that God does not trust us with money, but this is the longest we have gone without seeing the kids. And I couldn’t attend my nieces wedding either.
It didn’t help that I am having difficulties with MS fatigue—more than usual. When will I realize that trying to fight it just makes it worse?
God finally gave me the equivalent of a slap in the face to snap me back into reality. For days I heard a litany of real woes, suffering, and hardship from people. People who discovered they have life threatening illness. People who have multiple problems made worse by job loss. A 28 year old who committed suicide leaving his family and loved ones devastated.
For days and days I heard from people who were experiencing real problems. Even tragic ones.
Ok. God. I get the message. I will keep my small cross and be grateful for all the gifts that you have given me. I will not ask to trade in my small cross; I may end up with a larger and heavier one.
So I will keep on swimming and count my blessings.