I was raised a Roman Catholic. However, my parents always allowed us to choose our on religious views. Whatever they be. Over the years I have been to many churches and “checked out” many different religions. I have searched for that feeling or whatever it is other people get. Somewhere along the way I discovered I could simply talk to God and he listened. While I get on my knees and pray at night most of my time is spent simply talking as I would a friend.
Lately the talks have been off somehow. More like they were one sided rather than the feeling I normally got. It left me feeling more than a little lost and almost certain I was in my prayers alone for the last few weeks. In my daily life it has certainly felt that way.
I was doing some writing and needed to look up a word. Before I even opened my dictionary (and yes I have a paperback one) I thought to myself are things ever going to get better? Is the worry ever going to be less? I opened the book to look up my word and Axel (the diva cat my brother has) jumped onto my lap knocking the book down.
When I picked up the now open book a single word jumped out at my on the page; bible. Of all the pages in that book that it could have flipped to as it was falling it landed on that page. What were the odds?
Later I thought of Saint Rita. I must have heard of her before but wasn’t sure. Something kept telling me to talk to Saint Rita. Was there even a Saint Rita? So I got out of the bed and looked her up. Sure enough there she was! She is the patron saint of impossible cases. So I prayed to her. One impossible case to another.
This morning I now realize that I was led to Saint Rita. Led to that page. It was God telling me that I haven’t been forgotten and that somehow there are things I need to do. It’s funny the way our faith can be shaken to its core one moment and then put back together in the next.
I live in a small Georgia town that you most likely have never heard of and I LOVE it! My house is more than full as I am a single mother of four & caregiver to my aging mother and uncle. Lover of all things Outlander. Goes to the beat of her own drum woman.
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I think this is such a cool post. What are the odds of that happening seriously?
Very true.
Mine was shaken when the kindest most generous woman in the world, IMO, my mom, died a horrendous death.
Shaken isn’t quiet the word.
We weren’t raised in Church.
I came to it much later in Life.
It took a few years to find my perfect fit, but thank God, I/We did.
My parents were raised/forced to be catholic. They fell away from going to service later in life. We were raised going to church, well besides the occasional Sunday & always Midnight Mass. But I always felt close to God as a child. Perhaps it was my aunt the catholic nun that never pressured me but drew me near to her & to Him. I know fellowship is important but I never felt I needed anyone in between my relationship with Him. Later my parents found what they had been looking for all along in the Church of Christ. I came to it later & enjoy the learning & closeness of the group but I know that God already knows me (every hair on my head). So, no matter what I know that I walk with Him, no matter where I am or what is going on. When it comes to worldly worries, I try to not fret & instead of wasting precious time with worry, I make a do list or brainstorm ideas. I am glad your aware of your connection with Him. Trust that he knows what you need. God bless.
My family is very Christian and my brother is a pastor. We talk to God every day and it is the best relationship one can ever have!
What a blessing to see and realize how things fall in place. It just affirms that God is good and He wants what is best for us.
Interesting, life is weird sometimes.