On this Good Friday, I’ll reflect on the blessings of life once again. Today, I’m unconcerned with numbering. There will just be words, and there will be more than five, I’m certain.
Even in the darkest days, there is hope. This day illustrates that perfectly. We know the ending. We know better days are coming.
Through the dark walk of grief, Christ is present.
He suffered on this day and He does not allow us to walk alone.
If we call on Him, He answers.
Is there any communion with Christ so telling as the one when we know He does understand, He does know?
Faith. It sustains me like nothing else could. How do people cope through trials and losses without it? I don’t know and don’t want to know.
Messages. God continues to send me people with messages of assurance. It has been overwhelming to consider how different people cross our paths and come back around. Not a coincidence.
Adoration. Nothing gives me as much peace as praying or sitting in silence before the Blessed Sacrament. Nothing.
There is a great gift in that time. To understand it, you have to believe and become one with the Father of us all.
Believing opens you to every gift.
It is true.
Tokens. Nina’s handmade rosary. Chris’s guidance on a pottery bowl. Debbie’s inscribed cross. Michelle’s emailed scripture. Sara’s woven cross from a palm reed.
Thankful for the gifts and the givers.
These people that come and go in our lives are not random. Nothing is random. Every gift leads to another.
These are reminders that God is alive and comforting us through dark times.
Knowing we have that same power to bring light to others when we can.
The text. The lunch invitation. The time we take to offer hope. These are the blessings of life. Don’t dismiss them as ordinary, for without the effort of one another, this walk would be more like Christ’s than we could ever bear. He has sent us strength through His people. Rely on it until you are able to give the same.