I was working as Religious Education director for Shrine Parish which is literally six houses down the block from where I live. Not a long walk and one that I took often. This time, it was fall and I was, as usual, too busy with working full time, four little children and multiple ministries I was involved with.
This walk, I had my two year old toddler Elena, in tow. I remember her darling little pink coat and bonnet and little white high top shoes. Remember those?
I was in a huge hurry but my toddler was not. She was busy with the important things in life; looking at the brilliantly painted leaves along our path, stopping to have a little conversation with the ants industriously bustling somewhere, that sort of thing. I remember becoming increasingly impatient with her meanderings and trying to hurry her along.
I was filled with anxiety. as I was grabbing her little arm to get her to move faster, I heard a distinct CHRIS! loudly in my mind. I was startled and literally stopped in my tracks.
I said out loud WHAT!? Then a gentle nudge and the distinct words, "My daughter, life is not in the destinations, it is in the journey."
I was holding my breath as I looked around, not sure what to expect next. At that moment, a deep sense of peace engulfed me and my perception shifted to my darling little girl and the awesome world she was seeing through her eyes. Although my daughter is thirty-three years old, I still revisit that moment to refocus when I am feeling stressed. Thank you God!