My Deepest Hope

At this moment, as I go through another glorious (seriously!) day of work, my dad lies in his bed, under hospice care, nearing the end of his time on this earth.

Surreal, really.  But it’s the circle of life at it’s most pure.  Our struggles, our triumphs, and everything in between, are our own.   Life goes on, even as a life nears its end.

I’ll see my dad, and mom too, this evening after work.  I’ve made arrangements and advised all the related folks of the situation so I can break free and be with my dad when the time comes, at the end.

Between now and then, this is my deepest hope for my dad, that he can have this perspective:

“More than ever I find myself in the hands of God. This is what I have wanted all my life from my youth. But now there is a difference; the initiative is entirely with God. It is indeed a profound spiritual experience to know and feel
myself so totally in God’s hands.”

These were the words, this was the prayer written by Pedro Arrupe, S.J., who at the time had suffered a massive stroke and could no longer speak.

Amen, AMEN.

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