Blessed or Stressed?
By Sr. Nun Other
One of my friends has a coffee mug that reads, “Too Blessed to be Stressed.” It’s a morning reminder to approach life through the template of what is instead of what isn’t. This spring God placed a blessing just outside our front door. A house sparrow (and her ever vigilant mate) chose our porch as a nesting place. She wove a home of great beauty and allowed me to visually participate from a distance. I honored her wishes by opening and closing the door with care, sweeping the porch only in her absence, and respecting her family’s right to privacy. It seemed over too quickly, once the youngsters arrived. I watched nestlings flutter awkwardly from their haven to test the air currents and ability to explore. But the empty nest remains, a reminder (when we choose to notice) that God does all things well.