For a while now I’ve felt as though I wasn’t doing my part in my relationship with God.
Yeah I’d go to church every Sunday and on holy days. I’d say a quick prayer here and there. I surround myself with Christian music and Catholic images. I strive to live my life according to His will and His commandments. But I wasn’t putting the effort in to keeping our relationship alive. I was just going through the motions and not bothering to spend any extra time with Him.
Here is what I’ve learned: a relationship can’t grow if you don’t spend time with the person you’re trying to establish a relationship with.
Groundbreaking, I know.
This past Friday I was at my teen retreat meeting and one of the adults pulls me off to the side. She wanted to know if I’d be on team for the women’s retreat that is coming up in September. I didn’t really know how to answer – what I wanted to do was just scream YES since it had been so long since I’ve been on a women’s team – but all the doubts and worries came to my mind. How am I going to pay for this? How am I going to be able to swing this at work? I start house sitting the weekend that I’m on retreat – How am I going to swing that? I told her I’d pray about it and let her know.
I did pray about it. Kept asking God what He wanted me to do. Then everything started falling into place. My main concern was money: how was I going to afford this retreat. I called my mother first thing on Saturday morning and started telling her about how I was asked. I made mention about how I wasn’t sure if I could do it because I didn’t really have the money – she told me not to worry about that – that it would be my birthday gift.
Okay. So that was a positive step.
I was also worried about time off of work. Then I realized that I really did have the time, if I didn’t go to the Woman of Faith conference in November – which was no biggie.
Okay. One more worry checked off my list.
My last worry was my cousin. My cousin and his wife are going away for their 25th wedding anniversary. For two weeks they are going to Hawaii and leaving me behind with their three kids and dog: 17, 15 and 6. They leave on the 10th of September – while this retreat was happening. So I texted my cousin to find out if the kids could spend the night Saturday night somewhere. Her response “NO PROBLEM! You don’t even have to be here on weekends if you don’t want to”
Well then. Guess I have nothing stopping me.
So I accepted the slot. The team meetings started last night. And let me just say – I felt so much peace and joy.
Before the meeting started I spent some time in adoration just asking God to be with me. Chanting His name over and over. I then moved into the meeting and people started arriving. We really didn’t know who was going to be on team, but the surprise and the love that was shown when various people walked through the door was amazing. I felt like I was “home”.
The night progressed. Things were shared. Laughs were had as well as a few tears shed. At the end of the night we prayed the Divine Mercy chaplet in front of the tabernacle. It was then that I was transported elsewhere. While we were praying, all I kept thinking about were the Dominican Sisters of St. Cecilia and my visit with them. I could see them all kneeling and praying. I could hear their voices all raising up together as one. It was such a cool experience and I knew at that moment that God had me there not only to serve others, but to solidify my calling.
Father knows whats best for us.
This is going to be an interesting journey. A journey of forgiveness. A journey of letting things go. A journey of love and mercy. A journey of direction and discernment.
I can’t wait!



