Monday, September 05, 2005
As I'm sitting here, agonizing over lesson plans I think of the poor people without jobs. I give thanks for my ministry and for God who sustains my vocation even in the midst of crisis.
A vocation is mystery and magic, cross and gift. I still don't understand why God called me, of all people....me! But I thank Him everyday (although some days I don't feel as excited about being a postulant) I ask for the gift to see clearly and to follow Him without looking back.
May God grant me the patience to become more and more like a child.