Another Day in God’s Grace

 Some days are so much easier than others, and I can look through the hours in a day and imagine moving through them and making them a prayer easily other ones, I wake up, and I cannot imagine praying vocal prayers or reading my morning prayers, or any of the liturgy of the hours. It’s just hard. Those days I think God asks for the most and calls me in a particular way to unite with Him and be with Him and imagine a future without suffering or pain. Oh, how sweet that will be! But believe me. I’m in no rush to leave!

I was so tired today, and I had a list of virtual medical appointments that took much of the day, and they wore me out. I think of my younger self and the time wasted. Days filled with boredom, missing the preciousness of time, or that Jesus was right there with me. Lost in superficial thoughts and my whims, living really on the surface. Now it’s different, and I’m so thankful for that. I’m grateful because I can see His cross. I can taste spiritual consolation through suffering in a way that I never could in the past, and that's His grace. God asks for who I am right now in this moment in this day. this morning I woke up and I was nauseaus and my head was spinning. I just didn’t know how I was going to make it through the day. 

But with his grace I did. All for Him.