Each fall I get very reflective on my mortality. I see my passing life like the leaves. I hope and pray my colors will be strong and bold for the Lord when my time comes to pass to the next phase of life.
God does things mysteriously to us mere mortals. This week I witnessed a testimony of faith from men and women of amazing power as we lifted up others in prayer. I felt the sting of arrows of despair when evil crossed my path. I heard the wisdom of the Lord written down over a period of three thousand years from his disciples across the ages, and found hope to deflect the disparaging arrows in the Divine Office. I also received a gift to help my discernment on future missions to advance the Lord’s intentions with the gifts he entrusted to me.
The week still has time to go, but it is giving me much to ponder and wonder about in the awe of his Grace. God is good all the time. I hope my ability to see his works, and those of evil trying to tear us apart, will help my colors shine brightly for him all my days here and the hereafter.