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.