This is a guest post by Linda Ricke.
On the feast of the Immaculate Conception, our priest spoke about Mary being God’s gift to the world. I was reminded that it was a gift to my mother when she left this world 24 years ago on that feast day and got her eternal reward in heaven. And it was a gift when one year ago, also on December 8, my first grandchild was born. And then I remembered that when I went to kindergarten, it was in a convent called the Immaculate Conception. I talked to Father about this afterwards, and he asked me if I thought these occurrences were coincidental. I replied that I knew they weren’t, and then I added, “Maybe God is trying to tell me something.”
“God doesn’t have to try,” my priest said. “He can just do.”
It was as if a light bulb lit up over my head and changed my thinking forever. How many times have I said, “God is trying to tell me something”?
Now I know. God is telling me something, and it’s my job to keep my eyes and ears open to what he’s saying.
It’s a good message for Advent.