I was just going over this thread looking for some inspiration for today’s post and I was reminded of your eye.
How is it doing? How are you doing?
The eye continues to improve. The bubble is gone. Healing is taking place. The doc says I can’t do anything for another month ~ and he means anything.
Good Morning!
(I) I believe it’s day #50.
(II) I think it’s time to offer someone who isn’t a Catholic the job of coming up with a devotional message and a morning wake-up ping for a week, how about starting this coming Sunday the twenty-tooth?
Would all inneressed non-Cat’licks please Freepmail me today and tomorrow? Sat AM I will announce the loser and send him or her the pingity-ping list.
Boatbums: On account of your sterling service, I mean to consult you before we lay the mantle on the next volunteer.
Remember folks: If competence were a qualifier, I wouldn’t be doing this. NO false modesty allowed. Whom God calls he also equips.
(III) Of course, the fun part is that we may have a notion of our vocation entirely different from His. I used to think that, surely, my vocation was to become Archbishop of Canterbury some day — surely. I figured I would be consecrated in 1984 as the clocks struck 13.
But maybe my vocation is to flutter uselessly around the Church like a moth around a flame, negligible except for the persistence of my yearning. Or maybe it is some other thing. How can I, in the middle of the confusion of life, think of evaluating my life in any useful way?
May God, who sees the heart and knows exactly what it needs, open my eyes to see as much as I need to see of His plan and my heart to fill it with Himself, so that every step I take is taken by Him and in the path He has laid out before me.