I sat, knelt, stood before the Blessed Sacrament today. And I could hear Jesus telling me: “Look at me. Do not be ashamed nor afraid. Look at me. Gaze upon me. Nothing else matters.”
And I feel so blessed. That at 35, I can experience this. And have so much joy in my heart. So much fullness in my imperfect yet yearning life.
All I can do is pray.
I pray that my kids know who Jesus is earlier than I ever did.
I pray that they decide to love Him and follow Him earlier than I did.
I pray that they feel His burning desire for their happiness, and acknowledge Him in their lives earlier than I did.
I pray for courage to believe and act out their belief. More courage than I ever had.
I pray for them to shout to the mountaintops how much they love the Lord. Louder than I ever could shout.
I pray that they love themselves because God created them perfect. And through that love, love others. More than I ever could.
I pray that they be happy. And content. And filled. Just as we are happy. And content. And filled.
And I pray that they pray. And that when they think they cannot pray anymore, or when they think they have reached their limit – then pray even more. With all their heart and soul.