Many months ago, my priest said God is wonderful. I responded with a He is also a weirdo, or something of that nature when we were chatting before Confession outside because COVID. But the fact is, I think He is both. A wonderful weirdo who loves all of His children beyond our wildest comprehension. I have a hard time comprehending why sometimes. I think He laughs, cries, and many times wonders what exactly He has to do to get our attention. We second guess Him, offend Him, deny Him, turn to things not of Him, act like people are the second coming of Him, and yet He loves us with a fiery passion of a Father who doesn’t care what we do and will be there anyway. Really, the love of a Daddy.
I lost another relative this last week. A relative that I took care of for a year and a half, and said goodbye to over a year ago thinking I would not live. This relative was often misunderstood and for most of her life severely mentally ill. This was not her fault of course, but she filled her pain with things not of God. She let these things not of God into her life and that made her into a bitter person. How could this not make things worse for her? Things not that of God do not fill you with happiness and joy.
As my family has been coming to grips with her death I have thought of the face to face with God that she must have had. In my mind and heart I picture her waking up in the Fathers house and Him asking her to choose Him. Him telling her how much He has missed her all this time. That the joy she sought is with Him and to please choose Him. I firmly believe that she did, and that perhaps they are still embracing and getting to know one other. Oh, and that He is gently telling her that His mother is not a goddess, but is the mother of His son. And then she meets the Blessed Mother. 🙂
God loves you, Aunt Beth. I’m glad you finally know. ❤️