I prayed there yesterday. You can still see the little wrinkles that remained from the weight I put there with my knees.
Yesterday, when I was in Adoration in this little chapel at the Shrine of the St. Katharine Drexel, I chose a private spot behind the iron gates, where cloistered nuns traditionally sit.
And, as I prayed, I decided to leave something there.
I left it right there for Jesus to have, right there at the foot of His cross.
I gave it all to Him to do with as He wills.
This was not just a general surrendering of my will to His. It was a very specific, very difficult surrender, one which I cannot understand in its entirety now, but which I will have a lifetime to experience.
Pray for me, dear Reader, that I will not forget that I have left this behind.
