I was raised a Roman Catholic. However, my parents always allowed us to choose our on religious views. Whatever they be. Over the years I have been to many churches and “checked out” many different religions. I have searched for that feeling or whatever it is other people get. Somewhere along the way I discovered I could simply talk to God and he listened. While I get on my knees and pray at night most of my time is spent simply talking as I would a friend.
Lately the talks have been off somehow. More like they were one sided rather than the feeling I normally got. It left me feeling more than a little lost and almost certain I was in my prayers alone for the last few weeks. In my daily life it has certainly felt that way.
I was doing some writing and needed to look up a word. Before I even opened my dictionary (and yes I have a paperback one) I thought to myself are things ever going to get better? Is the worry ever going to be less? I opened the book to look up my word and Axel (the diva cat my brother has) jumped onto my lap knocking the book down.
When I picked up the now open book a single word jumped out at my on the page; bible. Of all the pages in that book that it could have flipped to as it was falling it landed on that page. What were the odds?
Later I thought of Saint Rita. I must have heard of her before but wasn’t sure. Something kept telling me to talk to Saint Rita. Was there even a Saint Rita? So I got out of the bed and looked her up. Sure enough there she was! She is the patron saint of impossible cases. So I prayed to her. One impossible case to another.
This morning I now realize that I was led to Saint Rita. Led to that page. It was God telling me that I haven’t been forgotten and that somehow there are things I need to do. It’s funny the way our faith can be shaken to its core one moment and then put back together in the next.