• Sarah Raad


God knows how to help me STRAIGHT away, He wastes no time

Young Children (Rembrandt)

I was thinking today about my children when they were younger.

I have been praying for my dear friends who have been sick, Nancy and Vanessa, and those who are sick right now... I have been praying for the families who grieve, the family of little Saint Baby Charbel. I have been praying for the families who deal with addiction and abuse and neglect. I have been praying for the parents who grieve, especially one particular mother of who I am aware. I pray for my family and for yours. And, as always, I pray for the poor Lost Souls of Purgatory…

While I was praying for all these precious souls, I thought of the souls who are most precious to me – the ones entrusted into my care – I thought of the souls of my children…

I am very blessed with the children that I have been given by God. For me, they are my pathway to Heaven. My prayers for them form a staircase upon which my feet could not otherwise dare to tread. For my prayers for them are fervent and constant. My care for them is greater than that for myself. They allow me to fulfil the direction of my Beloved, “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, "I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.” (Matthew 25:31-40).

Does this mean that if I were childless that I would have no staircase to Heaven, no mechanism to reach up to the Eternal?

Of course not! If I had no children born to me, I would pray for my spiritual children, and they would carry me there. It was my prayers for my very first spiritual children, who are my mother and my father that provided me with the grace to pray, not only for the children born of me, but for all the others who would come to me in my prayers.

And children can be most pleasing to God. After all, Christ Himself said, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not hinder them, for the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these.” (Matthew 19:14).

Upon reflection, it appears to me that I should make myself like a little child – for that is who shall inherit the Kingdom of Heaven …

The other day, my little seven-year-old daughter was sick. Thank God she did not have COVID19, but she was really quite sick. I could see she was sick because she was feverish and not herself, but I could not work out what was wrong with her.

On the first day she was sick, my daughter told me that her tummy was hurting.

On the second day, it was her head.

On the third day, her neck was sore.

I am not an infallible parent…

So, on the first day, I gave her some toast and a cup of hot tea with honey. On the second day she took some Panadol. And then, finally, on the third day, after wasting almost three days without treating the problem, I asked her to open her mouth…

Tonsillitis… That is what she had!

It was not her tummy that was sick, it was not her head, it was not even her neck. Though she most likely felt pain in all those parts of her body, they were not the problem. The problem that I needed to fix was the tonsilitis and then everything else would resolve itself.

A few days of antibiotics and thank God, she was right as rain… But it made me think…

I complain to my Heavenly Father, my Dad, my Daddy, just as my daughhter complained to me.

On the first day, I tell Him that my heart is broken. On the second day, I tell Him that I cannot cope. On the third day, I am impatient with my family…

Thank God, that while I am a fallible parent – HE IS NOT!

He knows how to help me STRAIGHT away, He wastes no time. In fact, He had established my CURE before I was even conceived.

Praise and Glory to my God. King of the Universe, who condescends to be my Father, my Dad, my Daddy. He is my Beloved who helps me by curing me of my TRUE and HIDDEN ailment – the one that I am not even aware that I have – one small prayer at a time…

For with prayer, I stand on Holy Ground where everything is clear. Here. At the Foot of the Cross.

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