I know I’ve been absent for a couple of weeks now. My anxiety has been quite bad — I haven’t even wanted to write which is not a good sign for me.
When I pray to have a heart like Christ’s, I always think that means no suffering and no anxiety. Just happiness and probably rainbows and pots of leprechaun gold. Then I remember a heart like that would be a heart of stone — and not a heart of flesh.
Having a heart like Christ’s means a heart that suffers, a heart that bleeds and pounds and grips tighter with all sorts of passing human passions. Christ knew anxiety and He knew fear. In the garden, His sweat was like blood and he begged His Father to take the cup away. He wanted out. His strength wasn’t in not feeling, but in feeling and remaining faithful.
Next month, the First Friday Link-Up is going to be back to full strength! If you’ve got a post this month, I’d love to read it and the link-up is below. But next month, oh boy I have a few ideas and we’re going to paint this town red — for the glory of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.
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