Last Monday I had about 45 minutes of spare time before I had to meet up with some family and friends for a fierce and ultimate ultimate- frisbee game; it was ultimately great, and cold.
I decided to stop by Grandma Jeane's house to say hello and have a bit of a visit. As always, she was quite happy to see one of her grandchildren, and she went into an elated rapture for the remainder of the visit.
It was the fiest of the Immaculate Conception of Mary, so Grandma Jeane suggested praying a rosary for the family. How could I say no?
The rosary was great; Grandma Jeane loves the blessed mother. Perhaps, it is because she shares her joy and holy anticipation that is characteristic of advent?
Anyway, afterwards we were talking about something and she joyfully exclaimed, as she always does, (looking up to heaven) "God, your so good to me. Look at all of this. So many blessings". Then, she looked at me and said, "I don't really understand it, I am nothing but a little clump of dust, under a bed that someone forgot to sweep, just blowing along, but somehow, I still get by and the Lord continually blesses me and my family".
I was amazed. What a sense of humility and gratitude. Obviously, anyone who knows Grandma Jeane can see her sense of joy and gratitude that pervades her very being, but what special reminder to me for Advent.
Lord, I am nothing without you. Without you, I have no being, form, figure, soul or consioussness. I am nothing but dust- incapable, allergenic, forgotten, formless, and pointless.
Instill in my heart an overwhelming sense of gratitude, awe, and joy. And thank you for the motherly witness of your dear daughter: Grandma Jeane.
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