Exhaling

I sometimes want to escape my chaos in order to find You, but then You gently remind me that You are IN these very things I want to escape. Your will for me is revealed in the duties, inspirations, interruptions and frustrations of the moment. Yes, Lord of every quark and photon, You are loving, struggling, rejoicing, grieving, praying, suffering, giving, glorifying the Father in us, in ways and in places that we wouldn’t think to look. In every child, You are a dependent child; in every father, You offer protection; in every mother, You long to gather Your chicks. In the sick, You suffer; in the poor and weak, You are needy (“Have I been with you so long, and still you do not know me?”); in the strong and generous, You give. In the perfect, You shine; in the struggling, You are at work; in those who have abandoned themselves to sin, You weep and wait in silent solidarity (“You have no life in you.”). In every childhood, You are the child, in every adolescence, Your zeal for the Father’s work begins to burn; in every man, You long to be Prophet, Priest, and King. Every birth is a new Incarnation; every death, another Calvary. You are with us always. The way is marked for us by the exigencies before us. Help us to respond generously, to pour ourselves out in these things for love of You. Give us the grace to choose Your will so that You can live and act in this particular moment through us. Reign in us.