“Sometimes when we get overwhelmed, we forget how big God is.” ~ unknown
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. God did not bring me this far, to Alabama, to the job of my dreams, just to abandon me. Last week’s events brought up some horrific memories. And while the dust has pretty much settled in my head, I am still not sleeping well. I am still feeling absolutely skittish – just quiet and low key.
I’ve had some inquiries from a friend about the why and how I came to choose the Catholic faith. Coming from a background as a Methodist minister’s daughter, the change wasn’t all to drastic. Okay . . . on second thought, it probably was. I’m almost certain the day I was baptized and confirmed in the Catholic Church there was some unnatural seismic activity where my very Wesleyan Methodist mother’s ashes are buried in Iowa.
The questions are thought provoking and caused me to re-study a lot of my catechism to be sure I was giving complete and truthful answers. Today I was asked why I chose St. Therese of Lisieux for my patron saint.
I suppose the answer to that lies in the simplicity of my faith. “Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen” — Hebrews 11:1. My faith just is. I cannot explain it, but looking back over the events of my life, good and bad, I can see that I was never alone. God was with me even at a young age. After the birth and death of my oldest son, I promised God that I would go wherever he sent me and do whatever he asked. I’m not saying the journey has been perfect, but . . . that is still my goal. To do the most good for the most people that I can.
St. Therese was referred to as “The Little Flower” — she described herself as a small, wildflower in the forest, unnoticed and overlooked by most but glorying in God’s goodness every day. I would like to go unnoticed. I’m just karen.