Master, bless.
The happiness of the person whose will is entirely submitted to God's is constant, unchangeable and endless.
~Father Jean-Baptiste Saint-Jure
The morning is a blessed time of day. The sun is tender, the sky is pale, the birds sing softly, one could say reverently... They are aware that the world is God's sanctuary.
As I gaze at the trees outside my window, I am grateful for the knowledge that all the day's duties are sacred acts of devotion. Like the birds, I am aware that the entirety of my life is spent in the temple and every moment is holy, an offering to the Lord. Even when I wipe the kitchen counter, I am cleaning the altar of God. When I rest, I am reclining beside the still waters.
I once struggled, thinking, Should I be doing this? Should I be doing that instead? Should I be here? Perhaps I should be there? Am I fulfilling the Lord's will? Am I where I am meant to be? Am I doing what I am meant to do?
Now I know that unless I sin, I am doing God's will. To embrace each moment simply, to accept one's circumstances, to obey the promptings and guidance of the Spirit, to accomplish one's appointed tasks, to abstain from worry about tomorrow and sorrow over the past... Such is pleasing to God. Such is detachment, and the source of peace.
There was a time when I viewed my privileges with suspicion, or outright anguish, but now I bow before the Lord's wisdom and desire. I trust that He arranges everything as is best.
Like a bird, I am free from care. More and more, I realize that worrying is a pointless waste of energy and a lack of faith. Why be distressed when it is useless, unnecessary and damaging?
I have found, in fact, that the stronger my longing for the kingdom of God becomes, the more He tailors everything so that it befits me perfectly. All the worrying and planning in the world would not have led me to the serene place where I currently am; I could not have foreseen it. I would not have fathomed God's insight. I would have resisted, balked, argued, suggested alternatives. How unfortunate and futile that would have been.
