Three times this one particular week, the concept of the words: “carrying our cross” came to me.

Meantime, I’d just begun enjoying my first cup of coffee with our Lord, snuggling back into my covers for about 20 minutes for some spiritual reading. After practicing this new routine for (I honestly don’t even know now for how long) but sometime later, it occurred to me: this “carrying our cross” concept is the grace I’m to acknowledge, and I should write about it.

My first thought was: “I need to do that today.” And insoding, I felt my heart begin beating a bit faster, as the floodgates for those intrusive “when will I have time to do that today?” thoughts began sticking to me like some old bubblegum latching onto the bottom of your shoe and and the all-too-familiar s my body sends out t was at that moment that the Daily Grace blog I write isn’t about writing a post every single day, on the actual date that grace was revealed to me (ideal? Yes. Realistic right now? Not very).

What *is* important is the day someone who needs to read it, actually sees it.

Not a novel idea, t’s about *others’* daily grace….it was never about me, when the Holy Spirit laid on my heart the name this blog should have. But I inadvertently assumed what I was to do, instead of asking our Lord what He wanted!

Picturing a series of blog posts that perhaps someone chooses to take and read once/day, I put pressure on myself, and self-criticism lift off me at that moment. It’s His Timing, not mine: it’s what the priest in my confession that last Tuesday of Advent shared with me ❣ How many times I’ve said myself that the readings I or my husband and I do are technically a bit off b/c we skipped a day here and there for whatever reason, and yet, the readings always seem to fit what I or we needed to hear in that moment! Good things to hold onto, to relieve anxious thoughts.