Two Sisters

I had originally written a rather lengthy post tonight about something that is very close to me. And then, the draft form got published instead, missing 75% of the post!

So to summarize that post quickly…

I braved the elements of a terrible ice storm this morning to get to Mass. Today marks 41 years since my twin sister died in a house fire. I prayed for her, obviously. She was four years-old when she died. I believe that I know where she is – a baptized child who had not attained the use of reason. Nonetheless, the Blessed Mother can rearrange those prayers however she sees fit.

But I also prayed for another sister – my third oldest sister who was almost 21 years-old that night. God gave her the grace and she used it. She saved my life along with many of our other siblings. She apologized to me once, saying, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get everyone.”

This morning I sent her a picture of me along with my two children along with the following text:

“They wouldn’t exist if not for what you did that night. Love you!”

None of us ever know what God has in store for us or how we will react to what He places in front of us.

Stay confessed. Have courage. Be manful. Pray and do the will of God.

St. Ignatius of Antioch, pray for us!