I attended Mass with a friend. The day in the church year was The Feast of the Holy Family. There was a family sitting ahead of us with two children. One appeared to be a 6 month old who appeared "normal". The other child looked like a two-year with some physical and developmental disabilities. Both children looked loved and cherished. Mom held the two year old for 5 minutes. Grandpa took the child, holding her and interacting with her throughout the Mass.
It was another example to me of how we don't choose the events of our lives. The only true choice we have is how we will respond to what life has given us. This family in front of me is a representation of holy family. None will be rejected, all will have a place in the family.
Our love isn't perfect. We all get tired. We don't respond perfectly. And somehow we can limp through life making the best of situations. We choose to stay. We can choose to respond. We can choose to help bear each other's burdens. Most importantly we can choose to love. And when we do others are enriched.
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