Sunday, February 3, 2013

The Pilgrim

Several years ago on my trip to Ireland, I saw this statue.  He spoke to me.  He spoke to me so much that I had him painted in the wall in my study.  Again today, I find that this pilgrim at Clonmacnoise Monastery speaks to me.  

Life is often overwhelming.  There is a lot on my plate.  I am often tired and stressed out.  I miss spending time with my family: my brothers, niece and nephew, husband and daughter.  I even feel like burying my face in my hands and weeping sometimes.

At the same time, I know that life is a journey.  That journey sometimes throws many different things at us that we must juggle and cope with.  Yes, I am often tired, but there is nothing on my plate that I would let go of.