So, Saturday was my birthday and I did not wake up a happy camper. It's not that I don't like birthdays. It was that this was going to be a killer day on top of being a birthday. It was a perfect storm of events that made the day tight and busy. Between Fr. Anthony and me we had three weddings, two Masses, one funeral, confessions and house guests. As a confirmed and deep introvert, the day just seemed as though it was going to grind me down into dust.
But as the day went on and things got done, the sun seemed to shine brighter, the air seemed cleaner, the tasks seemed more doable and the people were great. I even made a new friend that day so there was that. But still I had to ask . . .
No kidding. It was as clear as a locution could be. And once I heard that it turned out to be one of the best birthdays ever. Thank you God.