God’s timing can certainly be funny sometimes. Usually we’re asked to be patient, trusting that He is working on something amazing for us. We pray, we wait, we wonder if He’s listening and subconsciously stare at the sky in search for the answers. This waiting can take months, years even, before we encounter a glimmer of hope that something good is about to happen.
But sometimes, and it’s happened to me quite a few times lately, God answers our prayers immediately. When this happens, you can’t help but stop in your tracks, wondering how or why this is happening to you, but the first and only thing you should do when God immediately comes to your aid is say “thank you.”
For whatever reason, I’ve always disliked the phrases “me-time,” “self-care,” “you deserve it,” etc. Maybe it just always felt fluffy and kind of high maintenance/annoying/selfish. But recently I’ve come to understand that there’s a message in there that contains real truth. All of that “me” stuff I think can be selfish, if it ends with “me.” But if caring for ourselves is for the purpose of being able to then give most fully of ourselves to God and others, then it’s not only cool but very necessary.
I recently had a conversation with someone about the image of the “Wounded Healer” (a book by Henri Nouwen- that I haven’t read- story of my life). The Wounded Healer in this parable is a man who, in ministering to a colony of lepers (also- why does every story like this involve lepers? Maybe we should be more diverse and inclusive in our disease choices) gets leprosy (or already has leprosy, the details are fuzzy) himself. He continues to try to minister to the plague victims (just had to switch it up) but his own wounds are getting in the way. Rather than continue ineffectively, he steps away, tends to and binds up his own wounds, and then returns with an increased capacity for healing in his ministry.
By Valentino Rinaldi (Guest Writer)
I found “Words of Witness” by chance, or I probably found this blog because I was supposed to find it, as many other things happened in my life. Recently, I have been reading articles of young adults around the world sharing their valuable experiences. For this reason, I decided to briefly describe here my own experience and share what Saint Brigid Parish looks like from a foreigner’s point of view. I describe my first impressions, how they changed with time and how they affected my relationship with God.
During the past months I have had the honor of meeting different young adults. I have been an active part of the Bible Study groups, going to Sunday masses and attending many events such as bonfires, hikes, dinner socials, Neighbors in Need, and so on. For those I have not yet met, my name is Valentino (or Val). For the ones who already know me, yes, I am the Italian guy!
If a fortune teller had predicted my life a few years ago, I would have struggled to believe it. But yes, today I live in Pacific Beach, San Diego, California, United States of America. And I know it may sound like nothing incredible for some of you, but it is for me!
About a month ago, I begin working at The Catholic University of America in Washington, D.C. Not only was it a new job, it was a total career change. For about 9 years, I had been in the financial services industry working as a financial advisor. Although I enjoyed the opportunity, I decided it was the right time to make a change.
I expected the move to be a big change and a huge learning experience; however, other than that, I really didn’t know what to expect. I came in blind, open to wherever the new opportunity would take me. I anticipated that I would just figure it out as I went along but what I didn’t anticipate is the unexpected gift that is forming. Let me explain.
CUA shares a campus with The Basilica of The National Shrine of The Immaculate Conception. Whew, I know that’s a mouthful. Basically, the Shrine is the largest Catholic Church in the country and is an absolute treasure of the Church. In fact, on his famous visit to the U.S. last year, Pope Francis gave the canonization mass of Saint Junipero Serra on the grounds of the Shrine, which is essentially on the CUA campus as well. Really cool stuff.
Perhaps I’m writing this blog post as a form of prayer in search of the clarity I need to make a choice about something that has very recently been offered to me. And by recently, I mean today. Maybe I’m hoping that somehow through these words that I write, I will discover God’s message and be able to unify what I think in my mind with what I feel in my heart.
Day after day, we pray for things that we hope God will grant to us sooner than later. Sometimes it’s a prayer for a relationship that we hope will grow. Sometimes it’s for the health and well-being of someone we love. Sometimes it’s a prayer for truth and peace. And sometimes, as it is in my case, it’s a prayer for a career opportunity and change.
I am a firm believer that God has a timing for everything and even though I may not recognize it immediately, all the struggles I face, the hardships that I endure, the choices I have to make and what I mistake for unanswered prayers have all been a part of the Lord’s perfect and beautiful plan. A plan that we want even a tiny glimpse of; a plan we want to help devise and take credit for; a plan that can be terrifying to walk down when filled with all the “what ifs” and “maybes” that live in the doubts of our minds. But at what point in our lives do we simply let go and let God? When do we eventually trust God wholeheartedly without one iota of fear and hesitation? When is it time to surrender to His will?
By Janean (Guest Writer)
Why do I have to WAIT!?
What feelings do you get when you are told you must “WAIT”?
Without even realizing it, I feel annoyed, frustrated, and impatient. Sometimes, straight up angry. I will admit, that I desire and love instant gratification, and am used to a comfortable, easy life where you can do and have just about anything you could ever want whenever you want it.
I am currently in a season of waiting. I am engaged to a man who is 6667 miles away because I am a Navy nurse stationed in Sicily for two years. I met my future husband a year and a half ago, after already committing to take this overseas tour. I have had many moments where I have felt wronged by God, where I have questioned His timing, and where I have felt that our circumstances are unfair.
With each ebb and flow of emotions, I am continually drawn back to the question, “Why is God making me wait? What fruit comes from waiting?”