I love the Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post, especially when it resonates beautifully with a great theme, like one love.
Here’s my entry, found on a concourse in the Houston airport after an overnight flight delay left me stranded and alone. My only source of sanity was phone calls to my husband.
I’m having the Lent of my life. I don’t know what that means, exactly, except that I started off with what I thought were clear goals and a plan for some new spiritual exercises.
Instead, I got some heavy fog. The dense kind that makes it difficult to navigate and even more difficult to move quickly. It messed with my state of mind and I had to regroup, feel my way around a little bit.
I can see the light through the trees and fog now, and it settles me, but it’s daily work. I admit I didn’t know what was in store for me that Wednesday morning when I prayed for the Holy Spirit to fill me this season, but here I am, still trudging along, still praying this prayer:
Eternal God, in whom mercy is endless and the treasury of compassion inexhaustible, look kindly upon us and increase Your mercy in us, that in difficult moments we might not despair nor become despondent, but with great confidence submit ourselves to Your holy will, which is Love and Mercy itself.
I had a delightful treat today. The best kind because it was unexpected and so appreciated.
I not only discovered a beautiful chapel, but happened upon it during a special period of exposition of the Blessed Sacrament. My participation in a parent education series at the church took me into a new parish in the middle of the morning. I wanted to attend Mass before leaving on an hour commute home, so I resigned myself to a long wait until the next one.
Instead, I settled into an unhurried hour of prayer and reflection in the St. Mary’s Chapel. I loved the vibrant colors of the stained glass window above the altar, the subdued light above the tabernacle, nestled behind a veil, and the soft light from the candles on the altar.
As I gazed upon the Lord in the Blessed Sacrament, I noticed the statue of St. Joseph to the right, and the bright image of the Blessed Mother looking down on the scene. I was enveloped by the Holy Family!
