This time, scarily high blood pressure. Receptionist, nurses, Docter, everyone did all in their power to ease my anxiety and care for my every need. Blood tests yielded positive results and staff were beyond delighted witnessing a happy ending.
I got to share eight prayers. Eight wonderful encounters that would not have come to pass had my blood pressure not erupted. Jesus visiting His people!!
Nearing my 70th birthday and taking blood pressure meds is not uncommon. Some might say that I got off light not needing them until now.
Today, at Good Friday sacred ceremonies, I got to sing. ‘Were you there when they crucified my Lord’ as congregation queued to kiss the Holy Cross. Hauntingly beautiful melody, heard-rending lyrics.
Tonight my grand children sleep soundly in their beds. Parents relaxing for Easter in this compact, delightfully humble cottage, far away from the madding crowd.
‘I have never known real sorrow since the day I decided to serve with all my power, my Lord and divine consoler’. (St. Teresa of Avila)
‘Sainthood’ is simply another word for self-forgetfulness and generosity’, somebody somewhere said onetime!!
Reminding me of Diarmuid’s words about folk who continually pass the buck! ‘Someone somewhere should do something about that’!!
Claude 🐈⬛ keeping an eye on me!!
