In my early years, I would become frantic, kind of like someone who’d been thrown overboard a boat and was grappling for the life preserver. I gradually realized that the more I grappled, the farther from me the life preserver drifted. I learned that it was far better to stop flailing around, conserve my energy, and – as patiently as possible – tread water until the life preserver came my way on its own.
Reviews are starting to come in for 10 Promises of Jesus:; Stories and Scripture Reflections about Suffering and Joy and I’m overwhelmed at the degree of favor they’ve shown! I really sunk my heart and soul into this book, and it’s gratifying to know that my work has paid off.
With her gaping wounds once again bleeding, the Church needs us to stay strong, fervent, and prayerful. She is the institution of Christ himself – it’s not the institution that has caused the problems, it’s the frail, imperfect human beings within her who fell prey to the evil one.
Until that moment of desperation, I had never given serious thought to adoring Jesus in my heart. Of course, I pray to him and tell him that I love him. Definitely, I petition him when I’m in need. But the idea of sitting quietly and focusing only on his presence within me and nothing else was new to me.