through the grille, there should be little attention given to illness. Besides, God is teaching me marvelous things, and it doesn't seem fair to keep them entirely to myself. Nope, not fair at all.
So I shall talk about jambalaya.
I was recently told of a time when a hurricane ravaged an already impoverished area, and volunteers came to the devastated residents and made jambalaya for them. Every day they did this, putting aside their own wants and needs in order to help people who needed nourishing meals.
Not too many days had gone by before residents started grumbling.
Couldn't the volunteers provide anything besides jambalaya? Tomatoes, onions, seafood, sausage, chicken, celery - same old, same old, day after day....wasn't there anything else?
The volunteers heard them, and they responded. They stopped cooking jambalaya. They stopped cooking anything. It seems that maybe a thank you would have been appreciated.
Since hearing this story several days ago, I've been considering my own spiritual "jambalaya." In the midst of physical challenges, God is providing nourishment of the very best kinds. Friends come to visit, people pray for me, gifts arrive in the mail. Bible passages show up just when I need them and they leap right off the page. Am I paying attention? Have I noticed what small or large nuggets of grace are in my stew today?
One bit of holy nourishment I'm grateful for is writings of saints. On my physical down-days, I'm finding it (temporarily?) difficult to write and sometimes difficult to pray. So into my spiritual jambalaya, I mix in words of others who have been able to articulate what I cannot.
I thank God for voices who spoke like this...
"O my God, let me remember with gratitude and confess to Thee Thy mercies toward me." St Augustine
"The secret of happiness is to live moment by moment and to thank Him for what He is sending us every day in His goodness." St Gianna Beretta Molla
"Thank God ahead of time." Venerable Solanus Casey