Considering that I’m only days away from being received into the Roman Catholic Church, I was hoping this could be a week where I could set some time aside for prayer, meditation, and contemplation, but that doesn’t look like much of a possibility at this point. Two 20+ hour work days have left me bleached out and worn out; the only saving grace being I’m alive, in good health (at least I think), blessed with good friends and family, and well aware of the need to make more room for God in my life. I’m not complaining, mind you, it’s just there’s a huge part of me that feels like I was called to a religious vocation and it’s been more than apparent for a while now that God either could care what I think, or has other ideas beyond my ability to comprehend.

It is good, I think, to recognize this in both myself and my own life situation. The easiest thing in the world (at least in my mind) would have been for God to grease the skids to accommodate my own selfish desires; it is living far more truer to His designs for me that I should have to work for the solitude in His grace and presence that I both crave and can never seem to find. As Frank Sinatra once sang, “That’s Life”…