BROKEN

We get together with our neighbors every Monday at 7 pm. We take the images of Our Lady of Fatima and the Holy Infant Jesus to the homes of our catholic neighbors where we pray, sing, and, yes - eat.

Most of us look forward to this spiritual and social gathering. As people living together in one community, we get caught up in our individual lives that even though we only live a few feet away from each other, we hardly see each other nor talk to each other regularly. We started this prayer group three years ago and it has brought us closer. Now there’s always something to look forward to every Monday night.

As we prayed one past Monday, I looked around and noticed how among us, there are those who have cancer at different stages of recovery, (one actually died recently) those with heart conditions and implants, and others with different ailments, physical and emotional. I saw our brokenness, our imperfections.

And so we pray, not necessarily to be made whole, but to learn how to live with our mended selves - to learn to accept that in spite of our brokenness, we could heal, albeit with scars, and still live a full life.

We know and we believe that it is only possible if we pray, if we trust, if we let go, if we let God.