Yesterday Dad and I were at Mass and they had a visiting priest who was doing the service. For his homily he discussed this phrase: "Those who know do not say and those who say do not know". He got this phrase from a book of stories (I can't recall the title of the book, it was something to do with spirituality), and in one story a teacher was trying to teach his students how it feels when you have an encounter with the Holy Spirit. In order to illustrate how difficult it is to put an experience with the Spirit into words, the teacher asked his students to describe the scent of a rose. The priest told us that although the students had all smelled a rose before and knew exactly what one smelled like, none of them could describe it.
A couple weeks ago I was driving back from the mall (Express was having a huge summer sale on dresses and tops...yes!) and I found myself thinking about my mom. My thoughts were very different than normal that day, because instead of praying for her or thinking about her getting better, I was worrying. I was worrying about Mom's outcome. I was worrying about her pain. I was worrying about my Dad, my family. As I was worrying I realized I should have been using that energy to pray instead but I didn't. I just let my mind go and gave up for that moment.
As I was about to start crying, I realized the red light ahead and slowed down. I came to a stop and looked at the rear of the car in front of me. I froze. The license plate read "NT2WORRY". It was in that moment that I became overwhelmed with peace and joy. I can't even describe the feeling really. That's when I just thanked God for being there for me and my family. It was then I was crying, not because I was sad or worried, but because God sent his Spirit to give me comfort and hope. In the preceding minutes I had chosen not to pray, not to be hopeful. God was still there. He was still trying to talk to me. He wanted me to have his peace. The message God gave me was comforting, yes, but the feeling I had in me from his presence was indescribable. I guess some people could call me seeing that plate at that exact moment a coincidence, but even still, the peace and joy that entered my life afterwards wasn't.
I decided to share this story only because I know there are others of you who are praying for my mom who also worry...I mean how can we not most of the time? We are human! I just wanted you to know that all the prayers are heard. God is comforting us every day and we greatly appreciate your support, thoughts, love notes, emails, and singing telegraphs (ok, joking about the singing telegraphs but that would be awesome)!