We all have one of those talks every now and then, with a special friend. One of those talks you really need, where time escapes you and you get lost in each others' words.
My friend was having a bad Monday, and I had been struggling with a few things of mine, and we both agreed a good talk was much needed.
We talked and talked about anything and everything that concerned or overjoyed us, from big plans upcoming retreats to little roommate issues. One thing that came up in the discussion was something I am having to face, something in I am having to deal with, that is causing me fear and feelings of trepidation and timidity. She is one of the few people I trust enough to confide in her my feelings of fear with this struggle, and she gave me the best advice.
She told me to pray to St. Joseph. St. Joseph, the earthly father of our lord, Jesus Christ. The man who goes unappreciated but who faced fear unlike any man. He was given the task of, as she reminded me, of raising the divine son of God into a good, humanly man. Not only that, but he, overnight had to come to terms with this, come to terms with the virgin nature of his birth, and come to terms with the seriousness of threats towards this baby and his mother's life. This man conquered his fear and was unshaken by it. He rode with his fear, and did what he needed.
As she told me all this, I listened intently. As I listened, I fiddled with my hemp rosary bracelet that another friend, currently away on missionary work in Honduras had made me. I glanced down at it as I did so, and noticed the rosary's medallion had a saint on it. To my surprise, the saint that I had never noticed, or I guess you could say never appreciated before, was St. Joseph. St. Joseph, Pray for us, the medallion read. I almost screamed when I saw it!
I instantly knew this was serendipity. This talk between my good friend and I was meant to be and was important and something I needed, and I am sure she did too. Every now and then God shows you things you would not otherwise see. He works through people, whether it was my friend talking to me, showing me her great Mary-like love, and reminding me of one of the strongest saints, one I could learn from. Or whether God acted through my friend in Honduras, who somehow knew (I just know she knew!) that I would need the guidance of St. Joseph soon. I cherish this night and this talk and see its importance in my life.
Despite the thunder and the lighting, God clears the clouds.
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