Blowing in the Wind

                               

   I went to the Shrine store to buy a candle, and this little boy was in total control of his mother. She started yelling and arguing with him, as if she had forgotten that she was at a blessed place, but the child continued to drag his body on the floor like a snake. 

 

   St. Jude is known as the saint of the impossible. The shrine nearby is very primitive. It is outdoors and it looks like a cave.

 

   I sat myself down on the bench in front of the shrine, looking up at the beautiful greens of the different trees that shade this area. With closed eyes, I sat there in prayer, trying to hush the worries of my mind, as the wind blew through my hair. It was a very windy day.

 

   I wrote a little note and placed it under the candle, hoping my prayer will be answered.

 

   Unfortunately, the winds brought on a bad headache and worst~ a bad fever. So here I am, battling a bad case of yellow phlegm and a dry cough. The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind...

 

   I know God is trying to tell me that I need to rest, but like that little boy, my mind keeps dragging my body along, knowing that I am too behind in my work to be sick. I hope God will allow me to compromise, because we must find a balance.

 

OK, God, I will take it easy today, but tomorrow, I must try to put the pieces of the puzzle together, and that means, that I have to go to work in the morning.

 

  

Winivere