the end and the beginning

novena end

If you’ve been following my posts this past week or so, you’ve seen a number of petitions, prayers for some particular graces. They are all a part of the St. Thomas More novena I’ve been praying for a special intention.

As so often happens to me when I embark on an intentional prayer regimen, I grow in ways that I wasn’t expecting or anticipating. I mean, I started with a very specific intention, but it moved in me a number of changes that I’ve experienced daily.

It jump-started my prayer life — something that got away from me with all the excuses about the end of term responsibilities gobbling up my time. I am annoyed with myself for letting that “lack of time” excuse get me, every time. God operates outside of time, and I find that when I give Him that first hour of the day, I manage to have the time to do what I need (read that as want). Yet — I’ve managed to get everything done that was meaningful.

I’m done with the novena, but I intend to fill that time with something else. More prayer. More contemplation. More intentionality in my use of time.

Here’s a piece of the novena:

Dear St. Thomas More, you spent your whole earthly life preparing for the life to come. Everything you endured prepared you not only for the glory God wished to bestow upon you in heaven, but for your work as the patron of lawyers, judges and statesmen, and steadfast friend to all who call upon you. Through your prayers and intercession, obtain for us aid in all our necessities, both corporal and spiritual, and the grace to follow in your footsteps, until at last we are safely home with you in the mansions our Father has prepared for us in heaven.

WPC: Inspiration

monastery

This little abbey at the opposite end of the county where I live is my favorite place to recharge. It’s a quiet monastery that follows the Rule of St. Benedict. Their motto, Ora et Labora, pray and work,  can be seen everywhere, if not in words, then certainly in action. It’s quiet there, but busy.

I go there often for inspiration, especially when I find myself in a creative funk. I walk around the grounds. Pray. Walk some more. Sit. Think. Take pictures. Think some more. Pray again.

Every time I leave, I’m recharged. I think the peace I feel opens up my heart and mind and I am able to work past the blocks. Its the prayer, and the work. The inspiration for me to pray. And work.

 

the struggle is real

The gift of grace increases as the struggle increases.

~St. Rose of Lima

I recently had an encounter with St. Rose of Lima while on a mini-vacation. Don’t worry, I don’t usually have saints come up behind me and tap me on the shoulder. I certainly wish  things were that easy.

It wasn’t like that — I’ve just had a lot of things piling up for discernment. I’ve often felt that a memo from God would make everything so easy. I could obey, or disobey, and it would be very clear either way.

So I found myself confused — a little lost even as I struggled to make some decisions on my own. I was on vacation but instead of relaxing I was getting more and more wound up. Finally, I just prayed for a church, any church, so I could go inside for a moment. To pray. To sit before the Blessed Sacrament.

My husband, aware of my anxiety, googled local churches while I went inside a gas station for some drinks. He was smiling broadly when I came back, and told me I’d get a nice surprise about a block down the road.

Sure enough, we turned down a side road and there in front of us was a quaint little church named after St. Rose of Lima. I got my wish and the peace that comes from prayer: Jesus I trust in you.

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