Well, it’s been quite a month. Here’s another weird post….all my issues,with just a tiny bit of Father Michael. Late one night in July my brother called to tell me that he was taking my mother to the hospital ER. I knew that likely we wouldn’t know my mother’s status for a while. I tried to sleep that night , but my head was spinning and I couldn’t stop thinking and worrying. So I lay awake and then I felt I ‘heard’ Father Michael’s voice telling me to relax and pray . And he said “I want you to just keep praying ‘Into Your hands I commend my Spirit’. I questioned this as I associated those words with the sad moment of Christ’s death. “Oh no,” Father M said,” they are words of trust and hope! Keep saying them!” I did fall asleep then and when I woke in the morning those words were the first I thought. And they kept coming back to me and calming me, all through the craziness in these last six or so weeks: ultrasounds, CTs, angiograms, arteriograms, stents, amputations, debridements, EKGs, echoes, more amputations and debridements, mild heart attack, paralyzed vocal cords, mental confusion and perhaps a ‘little cancer’ i.e., a spot on the lung, etc, etc. But my little prayer has kept me going, despite it all. Thanks so much Father Michael,my helpful friend! Thanks too, to my sister and brother, who have shared in the medical excitement. And our hospital saga with my mother continues…
And the craziness spilled over ! My niece with the MS fell down the stairs, necessitating stitches in her chin, three inside, three outside! My husband’s car was stolen , involved in a hit and run, and totaled.
On the bright side, we now have a ‘new’ used car. And, I may have experienced a healing-I’ve had very painful Achilles’ injury for several months, but in these last few days, it seems to be gone!! Being cautiously hopeful on that. And then last weekend, my youngest son got engaged to a lovely young woman! God is so good!
You’ve probably heard the saying “It’s not the mountain ahead that wears you out -it’s the grain of sand in your shoe”. I’ve always known that I was more of the ‘grain of sand in your shoe’ ilk. The little things! They bug me! It’s been a sandy journey lately. But of course, I try to keep aware of others’ great pain. So much unbelievable suffering is happening all over the world. People are dying and cultures are being systematically destroyed . Their suffering puts my complaint in perspective and dwarfs it. Besides, I know I need to stop complaining if I ever expect to become a saint (per St Catherine of Siena, according to my pastor).
American composer Stephen Foster expresses our sense of compassion for our brothers everywhere in this song. It is almost a prayer. I place it here to remember the suffering: