At the beginning, the day was before me like a tunnel – one without a light at the end. I started off having to trust God about the light – it was just theoretical to me.
I jumped in the day without my life vest – rosary, morning prayer, quiet reflection with my puttering – and the water was COLD, the waves were high, and there was a strong undertow.
“OK God, I get it. UNCLE. Now will you please pull me up into the boat?”
Whiny. Demanding. Spoiled.
Into the boat with me – the strong arms of his grace not restricted to plopping me down on the hard wooden planks. No, I was cushioned with soft pillows, catered to by angels, fed like a queen.
A reward for my bad behavior?
No, a father’s love, a daddy’s compassion, a grandpa’s treat.
Despite my attempts to mess things up, it wasn’t a bad day at all.