Reflection: I sometimes feel guilty that I am still alive, continuing to take those close to me on an emotional roller coaster. It is exhausting for them.
And then another young adult finds his way to my home. He pours out the angst of his heart and peppers me with questions of the mind. I listen… and then the wisdom of a lifetime seems to flow out and calm the troubled waters. It is effortless, because it springs from the essence of what God has made me––years in which he has deposited his truth into my heart and shaped my wonky character with his Spirit.
In doing this, God has given me a sacred entrustment, and a mission that will not end until he says so.
So I must learn to be content, to trust and be faithful.
Prayer: Dear Father, Teach me to “number my days,” to know that it is you alone who knows the sum of them. I lay my guilty feelings at your feet and leave them there. Until the end, may I live fully and faithfully as witness to the mission of your Son. Amen.