Yesterday, just as I was inwardly lamenting over some family tensions, my heart feeling heavy, I had a feeling that making and simmering a pot of soup and reading in front of the fireplace would be the best way to spend a couple hours.

I’d initially planned to read my friends’ current Book Club pick, but as I changed into my lounge pants and grabbed a cold bottle of sparkling water, my half-started “What Would Monica Do?” book perched neatly atop my bedside table quietly beckoned to me, instead. I recalled how St. Monica, who herself had struggled with family faith issues, and whose prayer intercession I’ve actually been invoking for the better part of this past year, so I chose to pick that one to settle in with, instead.

With my bookmark already placed in the section I was to read next, I was dumbfounded as the words (excerpt attached) literally spoke to my heart, reminding me that our good Lord is never far from us, no matter what.