I woke up this morning and the world just seemed grey and a littler sadder than ususal. My desk is a stack of tumbling papers and even though I feel tired I know I will have to try and be the best teacher I can be today - beacause that is what I do.
When I look at the little prayer of Bernadette in my last post I know that in the grand scheme of things my little woes are nothing. In spite of terrible physical suffering and separation from her family she embraced life with a sense of peace, joy and absolute abanndonment. I need to get working on that.
So instead of letting the grey sky defeat me. I decide to think of all the things I am thankful for. Most of all I am thankful because my faith gives me perspective to see beyond my own weakness and little sufferings. I can join my prayers, as Bernadette did from the sick bed she called her white chapel, to all the masses in the world- because whatever time of day it is here it is likely that somewhere in the world someone is deep in prayer before the consecration. How can the world be grey and sad when this is true?
I am not alone.