Oh what a weekend. Typical college student's Monday morning comments. But for me it was filled with my main squeeze(Jesus), friends, sisters, and much needed alone time. Many blessed conversations, tears, laughter, frustrations and glory stories. Through it all God was so present.
Saturday was September 11. Nine years ago that day many, many lives were lost in that tragic event. No matter how many years have passed, you can remember exactly where you were, who you were with and what you were doing. The hardest part for the longest time was finding God in that mess. But you see he was right there with all those people in the plane, in the office buildings, with the firefighters running in while everyone else was running out. He was present in the hearts of the police officers who were trying to maintain a little bit of control, the government officials who had to now decide how they were going to protect our country and its people.
Our God doesn't run away when we get into a sticky situation. He puts on his rubber boots and carry's us through it. He leads us through all of life and never leaves our side. Sometimes it is us who run away, we are the ones who flee, but he is waiting right there with arms wide opening waiting for us to come home. This Sunday's gospel was the Return of the Prodigal Son. Which talks about just this. The son strayed from home, spent all his money and became so lost, while the other son was home working everyday. But when the son came home his father accepted him and loved him right where he was. This image of an older man with his arm stretched out just waiting for his son to leap into his arms is what I picture when I hear this story. That is what our God does, he loves unconditionally, YOU right where you are at. Don't ever doubt that, and if you do, run to the sacraments. He will be waiting.
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