This is not a spooky, scary post. Quite the opposite. Have you heard about how some people pray to Saints? They're not worshiping Saints... they're talking to them. Talking to souls in heaven after their bodies died long ago. I'm one of those people, and let me tell you, these Saints can be quite inspiring! If this is a foreign concept, hang with me for a sec, there may be something that resonates with you.
I've had some crappy things thrown at me during different parts of my life. I know I'm not alone in this regard. We all have. I'm pretty sure I ran on autopilot and caffeine for at least a year after my divorce. When I wasn't on the constant move to care for my daughters, I'd curl up in a ball, and imagine God holding me like a child, telling me everything is going to be okay.
"Come to me, I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28
But when the haze of the bad stuff lifts I consider how fortunate I am. Especially on this day after 9/11, I think of how many people don't have another day to wake up to. They don't have another shot at this life. That thought snaps me into gratitude. I can almost feel all those who have died cheering me on, "Come on!!! Do it for us!! We can't do it! Don't take this life for granted! Go get 'em!" So out of gratitude, I keep going.
I have this sign hanging where I grab my keys every time I walk out the door. If someone wants to hang it on my casket when I'm dead, that would be cool. It says, "When I stand before God at the end of my life I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, 'I used everything you gave me.'" - Erma Bombeck. #Goals I love that quote, and try to live up to it.
Another burst of inspiration comes from Saint Catherine of Siena who said, "Be who God meant you to be, and you will set the world on fire." I sometimes imagine her high-fiving me as I shoot for the moon, inspired by the Holy Spirit. I'm pretty sure she'd be into it.