God heals, Christ forgives, Mary the Undoer of Knots unravels. The fellowship angle of life continues to astound. The Hospice called today asking if I could help out a woman, saying her name as if I would easily remember her. I came up with nothing. As soon as the woman’s husband was mentioned, I knew exactly who they were talking about. I am proud I remembered him instantly. I sat with him, allowing his wife to visit with her sister during the day. It was a one day encounter, yet I distinctly remember him. I felt guilty because I thought about his wife more than professional courtesy allowed. After the day, I prayed that God would prevent me from seeing the woman again. She is a Jewish woman, beautiful with a charming and friendly manner. She is the kind of woman who is funny without meaning to be, a talker full of life, fun to be around, prone to place her hands upon you while speaking. I was positive I enjoyed my time with her too much, finding myself subjected to horrible fantasies about furthering social activity with the woman, scheming how we could do things together. I felt a bit overwhelmed, resorting to prayer that I would have no further interaction with the woman. Today, sitting in my vehicle after Mass and Adoration, the Hospice called, immediately followed by a conversation with the woman. I felt comfortable speaking to her, happy to hear from her. She recalled my schedule, relieved I would be able to assist her in attending a funeral. She will not leave her husband alone for lengthy periods of time. I now have no problem interacting with her, comfortable with the almost two month period of silence between our last contact. I am positive God approves. There is nothing improper. Her husband is the focus, while she, as a caretaker experiencing the passing of her husband, deserves support and time to pay respect to family and friends. I am humbly and properly elated to hear from her, to be able to sit with her husband again. He is one I am positive listens to me. Last time we watched European soccer together. I will remark that I felt uncomfortable feeding him, although his wife insisted he enjoyed drinking iced coffee from Starbucks. She demonstrated for me and as I watched I thought to myself it seems to me all you are doing is just pouring it all over his face. She cleaned him up nicely, explaining to me how much he enjoyed Starbucks iced coffee. It was a nice time. I do have to reschedule with Lilly my Spanish tutor. She was understanding, insisting she has no problem moving our session to Wednesday. I will bring her two small gifts, a package of black chia seeds and fig wedges from Spain purchased at BJ Wholesale that were marked down to two dollars. The total cost is only $4.50. It is not for the sake of being cheap, rather honoring the fact she would not find an expensive gift proper. I simply want to express gratitude for her being flexible with scheduling. This is twice now she honored my request for time changes. Both alterations coming at the behest of the Hospice. The last being the incredible experience with Louise. Both the gift items Lilly will thoroughly enjoy since she is a connoisseur of fine healthy foods. I have considered inviting her to attend a cooking class with me at Casa Dolce, however I will not invite her unless I feel a proper moment. I take responsibility for ensuring our interactions together our always respectful of our professional obligation of establishing my Spanish fluency. I perceive God is testing me by placing these two attractive, cultured, and respectful women in my life. As I said yesterday, it is too late in the game for nonsense. The burden is upon me. All for the glory of God and the salvation of souls.
Our Lady Undoer of Knots
