Yesterday

After supper last night, I kept having the feeling I needed to go somewhere. La Salette kept tugging at me, just as the Abbey did in the afternoon. So my evening was spent at LaSalette. I had an opportunity to kiss a true relic of the cross. What joy I felt. I walked around the Rosary pond with tears in my eyes, recalling the moment I walked through God's Spirit, and the time I was at Chapel and saw Jesus rising up. I cried too because I often feel I'm hated by others. In those moments it is then I realize how much Jesus endured for the sake of His Father. I was able to finally get a cross that I have blessed. It was more meaningful because it is a LaSalette cross. The last two times I left the Shrine I cried as if I left something behind.

The ride home was a quiet reflective one, I recalled the Church that my grandparents belonged to. How in this Church has a depiction of the La Salette visit to the young children. It is an actual looking hill with statues and such, not a painted picture. I remembered just going to the Church as a young kid and going to pray at this depiction. This Church is where I ended up with my devotion to Our Lady.

Just writing this helped me to recall that many times I would go alone to the Church as a kid. Many things lately I am realizing, that my life was always filled with love for God and Our Lady. My souls longing is to be with them always.