In addition to Mary of Magdala, Mary and Martha of Bethany, the sisters of Lazarus have helped to shape the vision for this blog. Today, the Church thanks God for the gift of their example as well.
Last week, I wrote about how, being human, I have a tendency to turn flowers into plans that stunt growth. Either that, or I tend to expect weeds to be ugly, and when they aren’t, I let them choke growth. This week’s readings have more to say about these tendencies and how God responds to them. The readings also concerning the weeds I didn’t plant or allow to takeover and yet they still pop up in the fields and gardens of life.
I invite you also to join me in this prayer: Lord, I surrender the weeds within me to Your gardening. Thank You for your patience with me. Help me to extend this patience to the people and experiences in my life and to discern how to be just and merciful as You are just and merciful. Amen.
Click this link to read, to listen to, and/or to watch Lisa Frey’s reflection on this week’s readings. God willing, I’ll be back to posting my own reflections next week. Thanks for visiting Sitting with the Sacred. I hope you’ll come again soon.
What I thought would be this week’s post is taking longer to get ready than my posts normally do. The readings I’m currently reflecting on are taking my writing in all different directions. Not being open to where each one takes me doesn’t feel right. So for this week’s post, while I’m seeing where multiple trails lead and how they are connected, I’ll link to a reflection from Julie Hanlon Rubio and one of my favorite websites, Catholic Women Preach.
If and when what I thought would be this week’s post feels ready to share, I’ll be so excited to share it with you.
In the meantime, my experience with writing for this space this week has taught me that part of patience might be a willingness to take detours from what seems like the surest road to a destination. Maybe what seems at the beginning of a journey to be the best route to follow actually isn’t. Maybe I’m not always called to take the most direct route to where I think I’m called to go — especially in writing. Maybe getting sidetracked is an important part of some journeys.