The Juggler

Her juggling act was superb! The more she practiced, the better she got. And, it seemed as though every week she was adding another ball, then another ball. As a result,her juggling act was getting bigger and bigger, and  practice took up more and more of her time, until it consumed her.

 

She began to get cranky, a sign of fatigue. And the simple things she loved to do, well, there just wasn’t time to do them. Depression was becoming a frequent companion. Happiness had lost itself along the way.


Driving home one night, after another long day of juggling, she drove by a church and decided to go in. As she entered, she blessed herself with holy water, and taking notice of how quite everything was , she took a seat close to the tabernacle.

It took a minute or two to settle herself down; she was so use to juggling. As she relaxed, many thoughts, memories and people came into her mind. She began to talk to God in a way she hadn’t done in a long time, and wondered why it had taken her so long to come there.


When she was done talking, she just sat there before Him, silently and peacefully. And when it was time for her to go, she thanked Him for listening and for being there. She felt so refreshed, and wondered if she would continue to juggle as much as she had before.


Prayer:  Lord, help me to see my addictions for what they are, and grant me the grace to overcome them.


"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28)