Strange Brew

This journey of ours, the one here on earth, does not always make sense to me.

As is characteristic of women of my generation (Gen X), I've firmly believed that I am the maker of my own destiny. And, for most part, this belief has delivered as promised.

Thus, one of the hardest things to adapt to, as a returning Catholic, is that it's not entirely up to me. God's got a plan. My biggest role is to pay attention with a faithful heart.

Some people might say this is finding your "calling."

Or rather, our calling finds us.

Tonight, it feels like a calling paid visit to me. Nothing extravagant happened, just a impromptu meeting on my front porch with a very spiritual Catholic woman who will join me soon in fellowship at the Cathedral Women's group. Yet, our meeting shook deeply. Like this furthered my sense of purpose in becoming an actively giving Catholic, like this is the direction God has chosen for me, like this is the highest and best use of my God-given skills.

Anyways, as I said, this doesn't all make sense to me. This path seems to be choosing me more than the other way around, which is not what I am used to.

And all I can do is pray, listen and act.