A Catholic friend once told me that his mom was constantly reminding him to offer up his suffering as a means to grace. His mom was a wise woman I believe. Grace extends a little love in our direction and pulls us close to God. How I need the grace!
The last year of my life has been a lot of suffering. Some of it has been self inflicted, no doubt. But some of it, just was there-with no rhyme or reason. I’ve made an effort in the last year to offer that suffering up to Jesus. And it has made my struggles a little more manageable to bear.
Jesus went through so much out of Love. Just pure Love. His Love for us allowed Him to sacrifice. My struggles are nowhere near what Jesus suffered, but it’s enough to help me remember that he did indeed went through much more than I have. That helps me find the grace.
God is the God of Mercy. Mercy and Love. No matter how much we don’t deserve it. No matter how much we sin. God Loves us. You and me. I pray that we both find the grace we are seeking. I pray that we seek that grace daily. I pray that we find our peace through our trials. Hugs, dear readers.