As a little reflection I wanted to share with you something that I wrote after my first visit to the Salesians. It pretty much tells you everything about why I came and why I'm still here. Thank you for all the love, support, and prayers you have given me. Keep 'em coming because I still have a long way to go! :)
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April 2011
I have been on a journey. A long, difficult, and at times, very painful journey. I have spent a lot of time questioning, doubting, fighting. Most of all, I have felt empty inside. I had an ache that wouldn't rest. That wouldn't leave me alone. Eventually, I came to recognize that ache as my yearning for Christ. That piece of me that would not rest was my heart that was made for Him alone. This past weekend that restlessness was quieted for the first time since I can remember starting this journey. For the first time in a long time, I sat in front of the Eucharist and felt no surge of emotion. No numbness. No pain. No pushing. Just QUIET. Peace.
I have been on a journey. A long, difficult, and at times, very painful journey. I have spent a lot of time questioning, doubting, fighting. Most of all, I have felt empty inside. I had an ache that wouldn't rest. That wouldn't leave me alone. Eventually, I came to recognize that ache as my yearning for Christ. That piece of me that would not rest was my heart that was made for Him alone. This past weekend that restlessness was quieted for the first time since I can remember starting this journey. For the first time in a long time, I sat in front of the Eucharist and felt no surge of emotion. No numbness. No pain. No pushing. Just QUIET. Peace.
When I got on the plane to visit the Salesian Sisters this weekend, I was very uneasy. As the plane took off, I cried. I knew it then. Once I made this visit, I couldn't go back to life as I knew it, and that scared me.
Then I read this reflection on the Sunday Gospel...
Lazarus … is all of us. That, in fact, is the point of the gospels we have been hearing the last three Sundays – three extraordinary events from the gospel of John. Three people who had an encounter with Christ. Three people whose lives were changed forever because of it.
There was the skeptical and disbelieving woman at the well – who was so stunned at how Jesus knew her, she had to go out and tell others.
There was the blind beggar who gained more than just his sight – he came to see the truth of who Jesus really was.
And there was Lazarus – literally, the walking dead, restored to life because he answered the call of his friend Jesus.
These people are more than figures on a page. They were flesh and blood. And they are you and me. Look deeper, and you’ll recognize it.
We are thirsting, like the woman at the well. Christ quenches that thirst.We are blind beggars. Christ gives us light. And – whether we realize it or not – we are Lazarus. We are trapped in a tomb – hidden in the dark and the decay and the stench, wrapped up on our own brokenness, our own sinfulness. We could be there forever.
But in the midst of that, Jesus weeps. He weeps for us – because he loves us, and has lost us. He wants to bring us back.
I am Lazarus. I have been walking around dead. Christ is calling me to a new life in Him. I encountered Him this weekend in a way that will leave me changed forever. He wants to restore my life. I simply need to hear His call, and walk towards Him.
I am so blessed.

