"Just over ten years ago, on a dark and stormy night (pardon the cliché), I was weeping and in near despair over the utter futility and seeming fruitlessness of my life... I cried out to God that night, loudly, from heart and soul and voice, begging him to do the impossible, to turn an impossible vocation into a fruitful one. And He did. Not on my terms, but on his. Not according to my schedule, but on his. Not in the way I would have preferred, but according to his holy will. Not as a safe "boy in the bubble" but as a sojourner crossing a desert frought with trials and full of blessings.
Jesus is the Master of the Impossible.
“The surprises of the Lord have not come to an end.”
...if we do not lose heart, if we do not give up and run or hide or compromise.
Thanks be to God for his great generosity!"