I think I’ve found a parish home. I’ve been a few times now, and as I shared with a dear friend tonight, it houses a community in which I feel like there is a safe space to continue this journey. I’ll talk more about it in the days to come, but tonight, tonight as I ponder the many realities of the last week – local friends who are homeless and have lost nearly everything after major flooding in our region, faraway friends who are facing their own major life situations, the ongoing health concerns of one of my family members, my completely crazy living situation, a really unfortunate encounter with a nurse at a clinical placement, the fact that after two wonderful years my therapist is going on sabbatical and I’m starting fresh again with someone new, and this ongoing journey of faith and the many implications it has for my family life – tonight as I ponder these many realities, I find myself caught by a line from the communion rite, that I prayed aloud with a few hundred others as mass this evening:
Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof,
but only say the word and my soul shall be healed.