Today, I had to miss out getting on getting ashes because of scheduling conflicts with a school program that my daughter was in. The only other time I could have made it, I was already scheduled to pray outside an abortion clinic for 40 days for Life. I was scheduled at the one near the university in our metropolitan area. I came to find I would be the only one praying for the hour. So I did and certainly felt awkward. I think I heard one honk. This was my first time doing this so I was a bit nervous. I didn't have any signs. I just brought my rosary and prayed the glorious mysteries and then I left and decided to drive by the other location. There I immediately spotted some other people. I was glad to not be alone and this time I prayed the rosary again with some nice ladies who stopped what they were doing to hand me a cross with an embryo drawing on it. But I'm scheduled to go again a few more times to the empty one and I'm just going to work on being bolder and making sure my rosary is visible. I have an inclination to hide my faith. I always liked St. Francis' saying Preach the gospels always. Occasionally use words... or something like that... I probably never used words. So I'm going to be more obvious of what I'm doing even if I'm the only one there. It really goes against my nature but since it's Lent and since we're suppose to make sacrifices, I will make the sacrifice of my sheltered life in suburbia.
Keep me in your prayers and may this season of Lent be an especially holy one and bring much needed renewal.
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