Held Tight

After a bout of doldrums, I apologized in prayer to the Christ for letting go of him and succumbing to my own grief.

"No problem," he responded with a big, blinding, loving grin. "Didn't you notice? I held you tight. You didn't go anywhere."

Ah. It's not the strength of my grip, but the strength of God's that matters.

Wisdom from a Saint

Interviewer: What do you say when you pray?

Mother Teresa: I listen.

Interviewer: What does He say?

Mother Teresa: He listens.