I met with one of the training administrators from the Hospice of the Western Reserve.  She instantly lifted my spirits.  It was such a pleasure to see her.  Humbly, I felt she felt the same.  There is such an overwhelming sense, I belong there.  Okay Lord, we both realize I utterly failed in my time of waiting.  Please, let us not dwell upon the fact, instead moving forward.  I am confident about direction, comprehending I need the guidance and wisdom of the hospice administrators. Left to my own devices I tend to fall apart a bit, or a lot.  The point was clearly demonstrated.  Thanks for the lesson and insight into myself.  I marvel at how much a five minute discussion changed everything, inspiring and elevating.  All glory to God. I just received the call from my organizer, interview scheduled for Wednesday, final preparations before everything is set into motion. Once again, all glory to God. Lord, let me not forget the helping hands you provide. As Father Vann teaches: We are like children stumbling in the dark, and if God in His tenderness gives us another of His children to accompany and comfort and help us, we must cherish the gift more than all riches, but we must know the heaviness of our responsibility; we must be always at pains to keep it in God’s sight and God’s care.

During mass, and confession before, the reality of a goodness was exposed, self-knowledge attained. Last week was truly a dark week for me, a period of blackness. Yet overall, it was not devastating. My past is proof of sheer madness in terms of failure. Last week, God allowed a necessary refining. I was humbled. I learned about myself, identifying weaknesses. Enough said. With God at my side, under the tutelage of others, my mission begins. Tomorrow, I play basketball, waiting with patience and joy. I am pleased with the excitement the Hospice places in my life. It is a satisfied knowing God is working in my life.