Oh, mamas, thank you!

Being away from regular blogging for so long has taught me one thing.  How desperately I need the therapy of writing.  Of listeners.

Thanks for never complaining at me.

Thanks for never whining.

Thanks for never requiring me to attend emotional needs.

Thanks for never judging me.  Well, maybe you did, sweet readers.  But you didn't tell me about it and that's really what matters, isn't it?

This morning's Mass reading was about St. Paul's conversion.  I like Paul, as you, who have excellent memory capacity might know.  But I haven't really had a lot of time for Paul these last few months.  Today is the feast of the Conversion of Saint Paul.  One day, when someone is writing the Conversion of Saint Bonnie (bwahahahaha) I would like it to look a lot like Paul's conversion.

But no.  The Conversion of Saint Bonnie will be dull to the average reader of such things.  Bonnie does a stupid thing.  She repents.  Wash, rinse, repeat.  Bonnie undergoes some very average suffering, she complains.  Eventually she realizes that some good has come out of it, perhaps for herself, perhaps for the Body of Christ.  Wash, rinse, repeat.

A very average, perhaps even bordering on mediocre conversion.  It takes decades.  Not the stuff that makes it into Stories of the Saints.  And maybe even this monotonous conversion (because it takes me so very long to learn) becomes my cross.

But it all works out okay in the end.  Because some chapters are so amazing.

And the last chapter, from what I understand, is a ringer.