Happy Birthday to my mom. She would have been 95 today, instead she’s 1 year in Heaven with you.
Jesus you said to the Father, I pray for them. You knew how tempted and weak I would be. You knew you would not be here, in physical form for us to run to, count on and find shelter in…. but that your Spirit would provide all this and more. Each day as Pentecost approaches and I wait, things change. I was to go to Birmingham and hang out with my friend as we go through spiritual direction training classes. Before that I was going to spend time with family. Now they are coming here, and I may not be going anywhere.
I pray to you Father. So many in need of prayer. Friends, family, lost, broken, hurt, all crying out Abba, Father. We offer up sacrifice. We think of you, but often we think of ourselves first. I want to be your servant, but often I don’t stop talking long enough to hear your requests. Tonight I was offered the consideration of having my job back. The job I thought I wanted back; the freedom to work and give of my hands. What should I do? I have read Paul’s words that everyone should work. I have to say I agree. Having the idleness is not good, it invites the evil to come in. So I want to say yes. I just pray it is not pride or an inordinate desire to not choose your will. Will you show me a confirmation that this is indeed a good you want me to follow? Forgive me for wanting signs. You know how I am about decision-making.
Please continue to pray for me my dearest Lord. For I want my life to be the one you have deemed yours. My heart in your heart, my will your will. You have the words of everlasting life. I should have been in the Holy Lands right now, but a virus stopped us from going. Help us Lord to not fear but always be ready. Ready as St. Paul and St. Philip Neri, knowing one day the sun will not rise again for me. But your light and love will and that will be all I need. Thank you Lord for this fine day. Love you mom!