Dear reader, have I told you that I live in one of the most beautiful parts of England? It may have slipped my mind of late to tell you that I am surrounded by rolling hills, deafened by bird song, intoxicated by some of the freshest air this country can provide and mesmerised by a thousand shades of brilliant green.
Now that I have resigned from my job, and am moving elsewhere (not half as nice), everything looks extra beautiful, extra fresh and extra special. I must be a fool. I'm also uprooting my husband from his work and friends, and this hurts like hell. Part of me is longing to stay here, but this is just not practical.
Driving home from work and feeling sorry for myself, it dawned on me that I'm still not putting all my trust in Our Lord. I was so far from the graces He can bestow on me because the longings I have for this green and pleasant land felt stronger that the desire to love and serve Our Lord. Oh how we mess up our minds and confuse our hearts! It is so easy to forget just how simple and beautiful life is.
Keep our eyes on the road and our hearts at the foot of the cross.