From my view out of the chapel window at the novitiate house, depending on the time of the year, I can watch the beauty of the sun rising in the morning and the different colors of the sun reflecting off the clouds in the evening as it sets. One recent evening as I was admiring the pinks, purples, and oranges in the clouds as the sun set, I began thinking in amazement of all of God’s creations throughout the world including in each one of us. In that moment felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude thinking of all the gifts I have received and all the different ways He is constantly walking with me. This gratitude is a gift I have been living more profoundly since experiencing the thirty-day Ignatian Spiritual Exercises, in the beauty of the mountains and valley of Loyola, Spain in February and March of this year. It was a time where I became more consciously aware of the unconditional and overflowing love and mercy God has for me and His invitation to me to live from His love. I ima
Porque la alegría no hace desaparecer el dolor, ni la paciencia acorta los tiempos de espera. Porque la mansedumbre no anula la violencia, ni la paz apaga la inquietud que nos asalta. Porque el amor convive con el odio y la confianza sólo se abre paso a través de nuestros miedos. Porque la Resurrección convive con la muerte… en el mismo tiempo, en la misma hora, en la misma realidad, en nosotros, en mí. Porque la Vida se abre paso tímidamente y lo hace en medio de lo real, concreto e imperfecto. Porque quienes decimos ser Sus testigos nos equivocamos constantemente y es evidente la distancia entre lo que anunciamos y lo que vivimos. Y sin embargo… nuestros vacíos de llenan de sentido… en nuestros cansancios, encontramos Su descanso… en nuestra fragilidad, experimentamos Su fortaleza… en nuestras incertidumbres, nos ilumina Su palabra… en nuestras soledades, nos regala Encuentro… Porque nosotras seguimos siendo las mismas, y a los ojos de quien no