this may be my last chance so im going to run to juan valdez cafe at 19th and f and enjoy my favorite latte arequipe

there’s this one song by walk the moon that makes me scream and cry and pray, it’s called “i can lift a car” and the memories that surround it are those of me crying in the shower and walking to saint matthew’s and going to Mass twice, three times a day searching for Him, begging for healing

our flight was delayed a day because we had to disembark the plane since my sister had to go to the emergency room, which was an awkward delay but now i get to have one more cup of cheap coffee and not worry about spending $13 in london for a cappuccino

father greg shaffer is really nice - i wish i’d known him better, earlier, maybe i’d be a little better today

i had a dream last night, that i was in purgatory and so was everyone else i knew. and it was awful but not as awful as what purgatory actually is. we were covered in dust and scars and blood and some of us were disfigured, and we had to walk this long track, circling and circling and after a certain number of rounds (depending on how long you’d been there) some scars and dust would be removed slowly, year by year by year, really slowly.

and there was one saint who was leading us the whole way, and i asked him why it was him who was leading us - didn’t it make him sad that he was leading us year after year when he was already clean and pure and ready for the Lord? why did he have to come back down to this dirty place, wouldn’t he rather be in heaven?

and he told me that Jesus had appointed him this task, and that even though this task was dirty and dark, he was joyful in his fulfilling it. because he loved doing what the Lord asked him to do. it filled him with happiness and he took every step with happiness and did it for Him.

so is life i guess!