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October 11, 2012

By Sister Renee Y.

Jake was my manager when I worked at a neighborhood deli as a teenager. Many of us have personal phrases to convey our frustration and Jake’s was unique. On one big sale day, when he expected hordes of customers, fog and rain severely dampened the crowds. Jake looked out the misty window and ironically uttered, “Beautiful, just B-loomin’-eautiful!”

Of course within the fog and under the rain, there was beauty, but it had become invisible. I realized even then that life was “b-loomin’eautiful” but that Jake couldn’t see it that day because of his impending business loss. Last night, after a very special – even sacred – day at work, I recalled that long ago incident.

God sent me seven gifts yesterday – each one a beautiful person blessing my life with her truth. Some of the women were made beautiful by their joys and some by their sorrows. None of them realized that they were shining with a Light beyond their own stories.

Several carried heavy burdens which obscured their ability to see their own beauty. Life events do conspire at times to fog our mirrors. We may become invisible within the memory of a painful childhood, the terror of overwhelming debt, the burden of a demanding, irresponsible family member, the devastation of a failed relationship or the frustration of unrealized hopes. Enveloped in such circumstances, we are often unable to see our own beauty and strength.

The seven gifted women who visited me yesterday radiated a courage, devotion, resourcefulness, humor, humility, faith and nobility of which they were largely unaware. My deep hope is that our conversations reflected their Light back to them so that they may find their way to their desired clarity.

Catherine McAuley, the first Sister of Mercy, once said: “This is your life, joys and sorrows mingled, one succeeding the other.”

We all swim somewhere in that mingling. In its swirl, let nothing obscure your awareness that you were born of, and carry a Light within you that can never be extinguished. Whatever passing fog attempts to consume your spirit, listen for that Light singing the words of Shaina Noll’s comforting song:

How could anyone ever tell you

You were anything less than beautiful?

How could anyone ever tell you

You were less than whole?

How could anyone fail to notice

That your loving is a miracle?

How deeply you’re connected to My Soul.

With thanks to the Seven Holy Women who blessed me yesterday and to all of you for the joy of working with such good people.

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