I went on a diaconate retreat this past weekend with my hubby. It was a wonderful retreat and over the next few posts, I hope to share some of it with you.
The retreat master was
Father Melvin Shorter, a Passionist priest, and he was a wonderful preacher and leader, often using stories to make his point. Since I also use stories when leading retreats, I was hoping to learn from him. And I did.
But more important, the Lord used Father's words and stories to nourish my soul. I really needed some nourishment, too. I have been so busy, and my prayer life has been so dry.
Father Mel ended the very first conference with these two questions:
Do you know who you are?
Do you know WHOSE you are?
Those questions stuck to me all weekend. Especially the 2nd one. Do I know WHOSE I am?
I know the answer. I know I belong to God. I know I am the daughter of the Father. At least in my head I do. But what about my heart?
Do I live like I know I am His beloved daughter? Do I know I am a child of God?
I have been on a journey of healing all of my life. Sexually abused as a child, I had no idea I had a Father who loved me. Or did I? As a child, I loved going to church. I even walked to church by myself sometimes.
I must have known in my heart of hearts that I belonged somewhere. I must have known whose daughter I really was. Do I know now? Do I know in my heart who my true Father is?
Yes, I know. Today I know. I can forget sometimes when my childhood memories threaten my peace of mind. But even when I am deep in the pit, I can sense, deep down inside ... a presence ... a peace ... that cannot be denied.
But just in case I was wavering on that answer too much, the Lord made sure I got the message.
When I came home from the retreat, I caught up on some of my email and visited some of the blogs I follow. One of them was Jean's blog,
Healthy Spirituality. The headline on her post?
You're Mine.