Greetings my dear friends. I am now in Tijuana, Mexico for the next 2.5 weeks with my friends the Missionaries of Jesus and Mary. (http://www.montemaria.org/). I've been coming here for going on 11 years and they are my extended family. For those of you who have been able to visit here with me, you know the insanity and the love. For those who have not had the opportunity, I hope you do one day. It's quite a story and I won't go into it right now, but it's a great testimony to God's amazing power, love and faithfulness. When you get a hug here, it's all encompassing and lasts for several seconds.
This is the place where I have learned to accept gracious love, to laugh and to not take myself so seriously. They have a radio/TV station and that makes thing interesting. I never know what any day will bring. Today was my day of rest. I read for a while and then took a long nap this morning. I sat in the beautiful garden in the center of the convent, that I helped create several years ago. So, today has been wondering. I am also richly enjoying the books I'm reading. I really don't want the Gilbert book to end. It's given me so much to think about and has inspired me to really dig deep and keep being open to this year. In fact Mexico will be all three parts of her book: eating, praying and loving.
Letting go has so many layers. TJ is one of the ugliest parts of Mexico and yet, I find it beautiful. When I am here with these people, I feel fully alive. As I am here I am going to really give myself to the schedule of prayer and I'm hoping to walk up and down the giant hill each day to build up my stamina. I'm also trying to eat less. Simplicity. Anyway, I will report back. To leave you, I will report on a man I just met who came to give his testimony on a TV program. He was born with cerebral palsy and he wasn't supposed to live. With great faith his mother soaked him in warm water and said, with the love of Jesus you will live and you will walk. He is now 40 and in perfect health. Another miracle that Padre Jorge told me about at lunch today was amazing. A man came to his healing Mass a few months ago. He was a quadrapalegic. He asked for healing etc. He prayed over him and he returned the following week....walking. He has since been coming back and is healed. Who can explain this? These are regular occurances here. Walking by faith, not by sight. I have so much to learn. Peace be in your heart. I'm searching for mine.
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