Woo hoo – I am headed to see John of God in Abidiania, Goias, Brazil!
Thank you for all your prayers and positive vibes that got me to this point. And for all the logistical help as well!
Yesterday, my parents arrived to help my husband with the boys, and we went to Mass this morning. Not that those are related….
The Gospel reading was about how to pray, the one where the disciples ask Jesus how to pray, and where Jesus teaches the Our Father and speaks of “ask and you shall receive.”
After that came the homily. The priest forgot to turn on his mike so we had to strain to hear. However, it was a good homily and worth the effort to listen.
Once we returned home, I finished packing and headed to the airport.
Last summer, when I went to Brazil, I set off unsure of what to expect. At that time, I cleared customs in Brasilia then met the cab driver, who showed me where to sit and wait for the other passengers. Soon, Shelby appeared next to me, this gorgeous, tall blonde woman in just the right clothes who had seen John of God before. Between my inexperience and my uncoordinated travel outfit, I felt like a glaring newbie.
However, Shelby’s heart was so generous and open that she seemed to be surrounded by a golden light and I couldn’t help but be drawn to her.
Two weeks later, I returned home feeling like a completely new person, with treasured friends who I feel like I’ve known forever.
Last time was so incredibly special, so unique for me, that I almost don’t want to go again. When I think about it, I worry that this new experience will trample on that first one, or that I will try to protect that original experience and, as a result, won’t be as open to this new one.
But like my first trip to Brazil, I felt called to go on this one. Even pushed.
So, I am putting one foot in front of the other and am on my way. Despite my dog, who practically begged me not to go. Despite the broken check-in kiosks at the airport, the interminably long security line, and a packed airplane to Atlanta where my seat was broken. I kept moving forward, past each obstacle.
This time, although I do know the ropes, I realized that I am still a newbie in that don’t know what this experience will bring.
But I’m asking my questions, and I’m listening closely.