Back here at the ranch on the red leather couch after my minor surgery yesterday. The coffee maker is making noise in the background and the sun is breaking through the clouds. So things are pretty alright with my world at the moment.
So yesterday I was talking about a malady being a sort of herb or spice in our life. Perhaps that may appear a little cavalier for some dealing with heart breaking problems. And I am sorry for their situation, truly. But at the same time there is room for my testimony. Somehow after grappling with my particular problem for so long I have come out on top in certain ways. It can be done is my testimony.
I am supposed to be reporting on my Lourdes trip now. But am I? Well, yes in a big sense I guess. My whole being went to Lourdes not just my malady. I am much more than my malady as you are. That is the point. And when we take that all to Saint Bernadette and all that to the Lady of Lourdes things happen. Maybe not in dramatic “throw down your crutches” events but in subtle interior ways that can also count bigtime.
Subtle interior loves, Felipe.