Hello everyone. My friend shared this link on mental health in crisis, and I thought it was excellent. I want to share it with you. Click Here
I am working on a blog with health information from sources I trust as well as a blog listing a number of experiences available online that are pretty amazing. For now, I want to share a bit about a spiritual side of all this.
Sunday we sent up candles, icons, statues etc. to make a sacred space in the living room in preparation to watch Mass on TV. The Gospel was John 9: 1-41, and I was struck by the line: “Night is coming when no one can work.” That is what it feels like right now. It feels like night when no one can work. It feels like a dark time in so many ways.
Sunday was Laetare Sunday for Catholics and many others. “Laetare” means “rejoice.” The fourth Sunday of Lent is a time to rejoice in what is to come. Father Sean gave an amazing homily (click here and then click on Fr. Sean, March 22, 11 AM). To inadequately paraphrase: It doesn’t seem that we have a lot to rejoice about. Catholics (and some others) are deprived of the one thing that is the most important to us; the Eucharist. We can receive Jesus in our hearts at all times, but we hunger to receive God physically again. We hunger for it like we never have. Father Sean amazingly shared – I wish I had his words – how that hunger is increasing our prayer life. It is increasing our faith.
This time has already increased my prayer life. I had not been good at mixing prayer and busyness. These days, though I still have many things to do, staying put while I do them is so different. Daily, I am saying the Divine Mercy Chaplet with a friend, and I pray with a rosary group most evenings. I have prayed with my immediate family as well, and we have more time to sit and talk. I can walk around the back yard and pray in quiet. I can do my writing and take time to find who I am again, along with opening my heart up again to the Source of my Strength.
One of the reasons I am praying more is because I have to. I could do all that is possible to help others, to reach out, to inform, to serve and support, and still so much of this would be out of my control. There are people suffering for whom I have not the bank account nor medical expertise to help. I believe in prayer. I have seen miracles happen before my eyes. I know it works. The need is moving me to action.
I also don’t want to miss anything. This is a hard time, a difficult time. This is a time in which people are suffering. Even in this, there is a gift here that has been given to me, and I need to adhere to it. There is life in front of my eyes. I went to our forest and gathered Usnea, an antiviral, off of the fallen branches. I am in the planning stages of a garden which is something I’ve never done before. And I am taking time to go outside and soak in the Vitamin D and the wonder. I am living a balanced life more than I have in years. It is a gift.
Stress isn’t good for the immune system. And we should all do what is ours to do to help, but there will always be a huge aspect of this in which we have no choice but to trust in God. I exhort everyone to let it make you a better person and to open up your eyes and see again. Most of you have been doing this, I know. I am reminded of Joe in Joe Versus the Volcano, almost dead with little hope of rescue, shakily standing up and saying, “Thank you God for my life.”
May you be surrounded with blessing, healing, and love. May God bless your day.
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Lovely, Jessica! A reflection of my life. I miss our office chats very much!