The Gift

 

This past Tuesday I took my youngest to his music class at a friend's house.  Several of us were standing in the kitchen and, as one of my friends was rummaging through her pocket for money to pay for the class, she pulled out this smaller cellophane bag and handed it to me to show me.  She quickly mentioned that she had gotten it at the retreat this weekend that many friends went on (I did not go).  As I turned the bag over, I noticed a pretty, oriental looking bag and a rosary. 

 

The rosary was delicate, colorful, beautiful. Then I read the paper that was with the rosary. 

 

 

 

 

It had my heart.  It is hard to explain the emotion I felt at that moment.  It was not jealousy, that she had that rosary and I didn't.  There was a part of me that felt like I was meant to have a rosary just like that one too . . .

 

 

 

After my friend got her money out, I handed back the rosary to her.  I mentioned that I thought it was beautiful and we began talking about something else. 

 

A few minutes later, another friend, who also went on the retreat, handed me a similar bag with a rosary in it and said, "Katie, did you see this?"  I responded I had.  I mentioned how beautiful I thought they were and I went to hand it back and she said, "This is for you."  She proceeded to share how, when Fr. Dan was talking about the rosaries and that they help moms in China, that she thought of me and that she wanted to get one for me.  I was so touched. So honored.  

 

And it was clear that God was working through my friend.   This precious gift was like God saying, "I hear your prayers Katie."  For months, in prayer, I feel like God keeps on telling me to wait and have patience.  And I do, but this gift spoke to my heart that He knows.  Wait on Him.  Continue to pray. 

 

Thank you, friend, you know who you are!