Questions and the spirit of God

“We should strive to keep our hearts open to the sufferings and wretchedness
of other people, and pray continually that God may grant us that spirit
of compassion which is truly the spirit of God.”

St. Vincent de Paul


(The Sheriff slumbers / Julie Cook / 2019)


(The Mayor profiling / Julie Cok / 2019)

Firstly…The picture of the Sheriff above is when his parents bring him to me before they
leave for work.
This is a pre-sickness shot.

I will usually put him in my bed and let him wake on his own time since this week he
was free from the dreaded daycare while in recovery mode.

So after visiting the Pediatrician yesterday, it appears that the Sheriff has basically
the croupy crud—
of which she believes he got when he went to the hospital on Friday for surgery.

Don’t you love going to a hospital well, relatively, and coming out like Typhoid Mary?

There’s not much to do but wait it out.
And that’s hard when it comes to babies.

When they are miserable and we, those entrusted with their care and well being,
are helpless to make things all better, we grow anxious,
worried and agitated…and quite miserable ourselves.

Moments, such as feeling helpless while watching the innocent suffer,
most often envoke a bit of ire with our Creator—if not sheer anger.
In other words, we get mad at God.

We get mad over all sorts of things but when it comes to watching our little loved ones suffer,
things can get out of hand frighteningly fast.

I know I felt it when our son was a baby and was sick and had surgery at 3 months.
Just as I know my son and daughter-n-law feel much the same now with the Sheriff…
as well as with the Mayor.

Throw in exhaustion as you sit holding a baby who can’t breathe, and coughs nearly continuously,
upright all night…
and you, my friend, have a toxic breeding ground for damaging negative emotions…
Of which set up a hard barrier between our Heavenly Father and ourselves.

It is at such moments when we lose the blessings He wants to offer because we
have essentially turned our backs.

And so after reading the day’s two quotes, I found them rather appropriate for just those
very moments…the moments when we find ourselves questioning what we don’t know or
understand regarding our God…which mind you can be so very vast.
But it is at such times that we must cling to what we do know.

Questions are always fine…but questions mixed with anger and resentment are spiritually
debilitating.

May we continue, as children, to learn trust while reaching our hand out to a loving Father who
longs to hold that outstretched hand.


(silly faces before we both got sick / Julie Cook / 2019)

“When uncertain about God’s will, it is very important that we tell ourselves:
‘Even if there are aspects of God’s will that escape me, there are always others that
I know for sure and can invest in without any risk, knowing that this investment always pays dividends.’
These certainties include fulfilling the duties of our state in life and practicing the
essential points of every Christian vocation.
There is a defect here that needs to be recognized and avoided: finding ourselves in darkness
about God’s will on an important question…
we spend so much time searching and doubting or getting discouraged,
that we neglect things that are God’s will for us every day, like being faithful to prayer,
maintaining trust in God, loving the people around us here and now.
Lacking answers about the future, we should prepare to receive them by living today to the full.”

Fr. Jacques Philippe, p. 55
An Excerpt From
Interior Freedom

11 comments on “Questions and the spirit of God

  1. atimetoshare.me says:

    I love you and your silly faces. Get well, both of you.

    • And I love you—pretty bold of me to post a not so charming pic of moi—I put out very few pictures of me.
      My thyroid has eradicated my eyebrows and has changed the texture of my hair.

      FYI, my bloodwork has now come back not so good for two draws….I go on the 20th for her to give me her take on it all.
      I’m pretty certain she’ll say Lupus…but the numbers with the red blood cells count is troubling.
      When it rains, it pours…

      • atimetoshare.me says:

        NOOOOOO😩 I don’t want to hear that. God has big plans for you, even if your hair is thinning and you don’t have eyebrows. You’re adorable. I’ll pray for you and the rest of your lovely family. Remember that when the storms clear, the Son is always there. Let Him take care of it. You’re in good hands❤️

      • I know it’s been lupus for years— matters not— I’ve got staying power

      • atimetoshare.me says:

        And I am so happy for that.

  2. hatrack4 says:

    Still praying. I know all about the galloping croupy crud, as I lived in the South most of my life. It seemed to be an annual event. I just, this moment, revised the Southern seasons. Nine months of hot – to the point of being unbearably hot and then three months of the croupy crud.

    • thanks Mark—I know that I feel like crap, I can blow my nose, take meds…but James can’t so I know he feels miserable.
      I went through two who boxes of Kleenex with him yesterday.
      You’re right about our life here in the South.
      3 weeks ago we were in the 90’s come Tuesday we will be in the teens…talk about some sick folks.
      AC to Heat in the blink of an eye.

  3. Dawn Marie says:

    I love Fr. Jacque & Interior Freedom is my favorite (of his books.) May the healing hand of God rest upon you both….Hugs sent to you (both) while you wait upon Him.

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