Sunday Reflection III
Brothers & Sisters,
Classes have begun, and two things are apparent:
- I'm incredibly rusty when it comes to school work.
- I don't know how eighteen-year-old me could have passed any of the courses I am taking.
With all of that being said I'm not freaking out too bad, and while my stress levels were relatively high when I started, I think I have settled into a rhythm and am now managing my time and getting the work done. Struggles turned into good, one of the lessons from this past weeks post: 'Living with Mistakes.'
Let us switch gears and talk about today because it was filled with graces that I didn't see coming. First off all a Sister from the Sisters of Divine Providence came by Church today and spoke to the congregation and gave a glimpse into their mission in Madagascar. They're doing beautiful work in that country and continue to bring love, compassion and hope to the homeless and helpless of Madagascar.
So what's the point of me telling you all of this? Well as it turns out the Sisters of Divine Providence is the organization that ran St. Vincent's Center, the place where I was adopted from which is now the location of Our Lady of Providence Seminary. I'll let that all sink in for a second before I continue. After mass, I was able to speak with Sister and tell her this story, and we had a pleasant conversation regarding these coincidences, and at the end of our chat we embraced, and I went on my way, on cloud nine of course and mentally unpacked everything that had just happened. How incredibly blessed I am that I was able to meet a Sister that took care of me when I was a child before I was adopted by my two loving parents. Throughout the past few months, I've been much more aware of people, places, and events in my life that seems to crop up at the most interesting of times. Meeting Sister today was just one more of those events in my life that I'll be forever grateful for.
This afternoon I had the opportunity to meet up with an old friend, Chris. We hadn't seen each other for at least 20 years, and it felt like we never left the other's life. We sat out on the back porch with his parents in the yard we used to spend hours in and proceeded to catch each other up on the events of our lives. It was a beautiful conversation and one in which I'll be forever grateful for. I've been a big proponent over the past few months of rekindling relationships with people that might have fallen out of our lives, and this is just one more example of that.
People are in our lives for a reason my friends, whether it's a Sister that took care of you when you were an infant or an old friend that you used to dig giant holes in their backyard with. The simple truth my brothers and sisters is that we should appreciate the people who have made an impact in our life even in the slightest bit. Rekindle those relationships, you never know what fruits it will bear.