“Ash Wednesday” by T.S. Eliot
It’s as beautiful a poem as it is hard to understand.
It’s as beautiful a poem as it is hard to understand.
Dad’s gone and that’s right and as it should be, but maybe he’s not so far away.
I knew people were praying for me, but I still felt down. Then something miraculous happened.
Whenever this Scripture is read during Mass, I smile and remember the handsome young man who gave it to me and who was much too young to die.
Thanks, God, for giving me a great dad.
I have made the effort to keep God’s love close whatever the circumstance. This past week it took the form a much beloved T-shirt.
A foxhole moment is just when I want to be with my friends. Why wouldn’t God want to be with me then?
People that God puts in my life, whether momentarily or for a lifetime, are his way of providing strength and hope.
Like daily prayer and weekly worship, attentiveness is a spiritual discipline.
The hospice movement is a caring resource for anyone with ailing loved ones and an answered prayer. But how do you know when?
While I have been stressed and full of tears, I have a huge family of support to rely on and immediately asked for prayers from them.
Goodbyes are even worse when you don’t know when or in what circumstances you will see the person again. Where is the prayer in that?