That is my joy, and it is complete.
From the time I realized what a nun was, I wanted to enter the convent as two of my dad’s sisters had.
As it happened, though I spent a lot of time with nuns over the years, I never did become one of them. Oddly, it was during a summer away with the sisters that they encouraged me to accept a date with a young man who volunteered at the parish we were assisting. Though this puzzled me at the time, their counsel proved providential. I happily invited these sisters to my wedding the following summer!
You know, I was drawn to the sisters because of the good they accomplished. Nothing appealed to me more than to live a life in service of God as they did. This seemed the easiest way to be of service twenty-four/seven. Over the years, I’ve come to realize that God’s call to service has less to do with ones marital status than the status of ones heart. Both my husband and I have found amazing and unexpected ways to make God’s work our own wherever we are.
God offers the same opportunity to each of us every moment of every day. A little child who befriends an outcast at preschool does God’s work. A teen who dismisses the temptation to shop-lift though her friends frequently get away with it does God’s work. An unhappy corporate VP who forgoes drinks at lunch so he can get through the afternoon and home early enough to see his kids does God’s work. Whenever we do our best in the moment at hand, we do God’s work.
Loving God, help us to reveal your goodness and love in everything we do.
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