My Life is a Miracle

14 My Life Is a Miracle without any possible remission. My Calvary was traced out before me. I had totally accepted it and expected no miracle. Lord, may your will, not mine, be done. But, it’s true, I returned from Lourdes more at peace than ever. I felt no resentment about my condition. I gave my life to God. He makes of it, and will make of it, what he will. It was Friday. That was three days I’d been back now. Ah, Jonah, how did you manage to get out of your prison? Do you have the key? Know the code? Was it pure unconditional faith? Hope? Or is it quite simply the cross, since Jesus came after you, Jonah, to open wide the path to redemption? In the meantime, I’m paying hard cash for the journey. The soul is fine, but in this sick body, it’s hard. Fortunately, the morphine helps. The cross… But look—it’s just time for Adoration. I hear the footsteps of Sister Marie- Albertine. She’s nineteen years my senior. We have so much in common. She’s heading for the chapel. It’s five o’clock. Time to go. I like this face-to-face encounter with God in the Sacred Host, before whom we kneel—for God is truly there, truly present. I have in my hand my still almost-new wooden rosary beads that Sister Marie-Albertine