Yesterday, I was completely at the end of my rope, and by that, I mean, feeling worse than I’d ever felt in my entire life. I am not sure why, but I was having a very hard time, and having a very hard time seeing any light at the end of the tunnel. Then, my mother’s mail arrived: there was a small package from an organization called Priests For Life: my parents and I-all three of us-have been on their mailing list for decades, and I usually don’t pay much attention, but they usually don’t send packages. I was intrigued by the package, and decided to open it: this little book is what that package contained:
When I saw the cover of this book, I was floored. Some might say that it was just an amazing coincidence that this book just happened to literally fall into my hands during the lowest moment of my entire life. I don’t believe that it was a coincidence.
It’s a cute, pithy little book filled with encouragement that most Christians are probably already familiar with: under normal circumstances, I would have paid no attention to it. But I am floored by the timing of this book’s arrival in my life. This book, to me, is literally a Gift from God. When I opened it up to start reading it, I started crying, and then I cried and prayed and cried some more. I feel much better now.
Thank You, Lord.
ST UnWoked & UnVaxxed! 
God bless you!
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Thank you, Hypatia, God Bless you too! 🙂
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As you may recall, I cried at Lt Paz’s memorial service. Does that make me lesser of a man? (rhetorical, no need to respond)
Judy, sometimes God comes to the rescue just in the nick of time.
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Thank you Simon: you speak The Truth, God totally came to my rescue yesterday, and not for the first time.
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I know you said that the question was rhetorical and there was no need to respond, but this has been haunting me: crying at a funeral, or anytime a loved one dies, makes you a better man, not a lesser one. I really don’t think I would have survived thus far if I hadn’t seen grown men cry: I cannot stress that enough.
At Robin’s funeral, a bunch of his friends were all sitting in a row, choking back tears: the biggest, toughest one, a roofer, was sobbing uncontrollably, and I swear to God, that man saved me. I cannot overstate how comforting it was to know that Robin was loved that much by his friends.
There are those who say that men shouldn’t cry, but there are times when women need men to cry. Jesus wept when Lazarus died; those who say that men shouldn’t cry are missing something that is crucially important.
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Glad to hear that you had this God-incidence, JaC, and that healing and peace came right on time! Hugs.
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Thank you so much, Nanda, Hugs! Love the term “God-incidence”, I have never heard that before, love it 🙂
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