I see my daughter, a tall 14-year-old, in her alb up in the sacristy. She has come a long way from the days of getting stomachaches worrying whether she’d remember what to do while serving Mass. My husband of 24 years sits next to me; through the endless grace of God and much hard work, we love each other more today than we did the day we got married.
On the other side sits my son, back in one piece from another year at college. Today it seems like a minor miracle for a 20-year-old to be at Mass, let alone with his parents. I don’t take it for granted.
The psalm goes to my heart; each time we sing it at Mass, it never fails to bring tears of gratitude to my eyes. What shall I return to the Lord for all the bounty he has given? (more…)