The fourth day in Lourdes, France we had a Eucharistic procession where all of the malades from all over the world gathered in the square. They processed in lines and one by one I saw their beautiful faces, young and
old. Many of these malades had deformations and mental illness. I could not image what they were going through and I thought to myself, I am a lot better off than these people. At that moment all I could be was grateful that God has given me life and an illness to open my eyes to learn to suffer with love.
When we are sick we rely on doctors to heal us, but we need God as well. Being a sick person myself, I know how it can be when times get tough and you cannot rely on people, only God. After my conversion back to Christ, the Holy Spirit has been working through me and gave me wisdom about God's goodness and truth. Through Christ and my Catholic faith, I now understand what suffering and love mean. Likewise, I understand why Jesus had to die for us and where I am going. These truths have made me see life in a whole new perspective. I am now living for my creator by loving and serving him through my suffering. Therefore, my life is beautiful because I know the truth and I know my goal; heaven. My real home, OUR real home.
" Neither height nor depth, nor anything else in creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Jesus Christ our Lord." ~ Romans 8:39