Thankful...That a Perfect God loves an Imperfect Me

Today was one of those days. My to-do list seemed to magically grow two tasks for each one I completed. I felt stressed, irritable, and frustrated. (The hormonal time of the month wasn’t helping matters.)

Calm and peace were not just beyond my grasp—they weren’t anywhere near my grasp!

I sat in my car for a minute in my elderly neighbor’s driveway. I glanced over at the passenger seat, where a fresh cinnamon roll sat, snuggled in a cheerful, polka-dotted napkin. I had decided to drop by for a few minutes before Mass, to visit V. and share from the baking I had done earlier in the day (I did accomplish something!).

Yet I felt anything but charitable at that moment. I sighed, grabbed the treat, and dragged my feet walked to the door.

She answered with a smile and invited me in. As we sat in her living room chatting, I noticed a feeling I hadn’t felt all afternoon.

Peace.

Her delight in the visit, her calm demeanor, the simplicity of the moment—the combination seemed to push aside the tension and irritability. I didn’t want to leave.

But I did. And unfortunately, the peaceful feeling decided to leave, too. But that was okay. I’d had my moment with it.

As I knelt down in church this evening, weary from the day, I quietly breathed a prayer: I’m here, Lord. And I think that’s all I can say.

I thought of how many times His presence is enough for me. Knowing He is there.

Perhaps tonight…simply my presence was enough, too.

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28)

I’m here, Lord.