On the Road Again

On the road again or a better term for it is on the look out again for a spiritual director. I did ask the Priest who comes over quite sometime ago, yet, I don't feel comfortable speaking with him about many things. So that places that one in left field, so to speak. Then there was the one that I did go to and stopped seeing when there was notice of new age involvement. So it's been quite awhile since having one part of my life.

It's discovering on the journey of faith that one cannot do it alone, just like when we drive long distances. Often having someone with us on the journey helps us to see the road signs along the way. Or at moments along the journey offering rest while they take over the wheel. Faith is amazing in this way when we share it with others. How is it that it can be comparable to driving a car or in many aspects of our daily living.

The car is a useful tool to get us around, considering in Jesus time they didn't have this particular luxury. Imagine as we drive how we encounter the scenery or obstacles, when we seem to need to apply the brakes to stop for normal and emergent situations. Those moments as in faith can also be applied as a guide to our conscience when we err, we stop the sin by applying the brakes. Then we continue on the road again driving peacefully knowing we made the right decision to stop. Faith is amazing when thinking about it. Except so many drive without thought or care, other than to get to where they want to go without any concern for any others on the same road they are on. Just like we encounter many who fail to stop at red lights or stop signs, people rushing to pass if your not going fast enough on the highway, people cutting through parking lots to avoid the lines or slow traffic.

In this type of scenario I began to realize that on this journey as I drive along on the road that it is nice to share my faith with those I travel with and now it is time again to have a co-pilot so to speak to help with the journey.

Time

I went back in time for a bit tonight and began a new journey. I went in search of something in my blog that I wrote quite sometime ago and found myself rereading and seeing something quite wonderful. It is called spiritual growth. When I first began writing it was awkward relating what my soul was encountering. The uncertainty, the doubts, the many questions that I had to find on my own. It was also a growth in myself and coming to terms with the truth. There were many fears that also had be conquered, not an easy feat when I was the driver and finally handed the wheel over to God and placed complete trust in His driving.

I think this weekend was also a part in finding the truth too. Today somehow I got the message that it's time and I know that meant the next phase is coming. I don't know what it will entail in my life but I know the changes will be one that I'm sure will be fantastic. God can never be outdone when we do His will and follow His path that He leads us down. One journey I am very happy to be on. It's like growth stages and we find others that are sharing the same journey and they too walk alongside us as well as Jesus does. Changes are always good, they keep us in shape and I'm happy I have changed in this spiritual life as well as personal life. The two go hand in hand and on that note it's time to go to bed. May God watch over those who sleep and those who are just starting their day.

journey

Going to class is always a pleasure. I was able to help out in the kitchen today and I have found a spot in the area of helping out. There was a brief moment though when I mentioned going to confession, a look as if to say again. One of the ladies who oversees the kitchen was at our Parish Mission and on Wednesday we had the Penance Service. The kids had to be there from CCD and we all participated in going to confession. Well anyway she knew I went to confession that night but something was bugging me that she had no clue of and I needed to go. Even if it was a few days later. It never hurts.

But when something or something vile mucks up our thoughts and no matter how much prayer is being prayed, the one thing next is to hand it over and I did. But I also needed to ask for forgiveness for lack of trust in a moment of trial. When I regained the trust the trial ended. In a nutshell it wasn't so much a need to repent it was a need to give it over to God and to put the source of havoc where it belonged. I don't expect anyone to understand what type of trial it was or why. It was something I had to go through to understand something important. The power of forgiveness. About letting go and forgiving. But it was also about turning to God when evil attempts to disrupt our thoughts and insinuate what does not belong. It is putting God first above my needs and wants. A challenge and a purification, a step on the path being led by God. A constant prayer. May the journey continue.