This sickness has brought me down quite a bit. It’s forced me to be much quieter, much less active. And that’s not a bad thing.
Today is the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe, a truly miraculous story. At just the time when the Protestants were breaking away from the Church, Our Lady appeared in Mexico and brought in a similar number as was lost in Europe. “Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.” To celebrate we had fajitas and mexi-rice.
I’ve not been very successful at offering my daily tasks to Our Lord. Occasionally I remember. I’ll keep trying.