The temperatures dipped down into the upper 30's overnight, sunrise still had not happened when I arose this morning, and the chill in the house made it difficult to get out from under the covers. I am into week number eight trying to recover from the biological weapon released on the world. My wife is trying to recover from surgery for her own health challenges. Bottom line-we would welcome a short time of smooth sailing in life. Unfortunately, I don't think that is on the horizon any time soon.
On this feast day of St. Francis of Assisi, I may need to meditatively offer the Prayer of St. Francis to experience that peace that only can be found in God.
Lord make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
And where there is sadness, joy.
O divine master grant that I may
not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love
For it is in giving that we receive-
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
And it’s in dying that we are born to eternal life.