The other day I went to daily mass. It's a rare occurrence for me to go to daily mass, even though it shouldn't be (that's a another story for another time), but a friend asked me to act ask as Extraordinary Minister, so I went. I was immediately distracted by the sweetest family two pews in front of me: a mom with her three daughters. The youngest daughter, who I'd say was four or five, was sitting on her older sister's lap. The little girl kept trying to braid her hair and failing. Her older sister braided it for her, and when she had finished, the littlest girl felt it. Seemingly dissatisfied with her sister's work, she unbraided it and tried to do it again on her own.
With that, I saw my relationship with God.
Whenever I fail at something, He comes in and tries to fix it. And most of the time, I don't like the way His plans work. Sometimes they're too hard, or too unpredictable, or oftentimes, I'm simply annoyed because it wasn't my plan.
Coming to Mount Saint Mary's wasn't my first choice. In fact, it was at the very bottom of my list of schools. So when things didn't work out with Franciscan, Christendom, and the Catholic University of America, I 'resigned' myself to the Mount, because I simply thought I didn't have another choice.
Now that I'm finishing up my junior year, I know that me coming here was all a part of His divine plan for me. And one day, I know that I'll look back, and see that each time I tried to do something, and God took over, it was to create something much more beautiful than I could ever imagine.
God has great plans for you. They're beautiful. And I know you will do so much to change the world.
That night, I went to daily mass on campus, and the chaplain preached about Saint Monica and how her persevering prayer was responsible for the conversion of her son, Augustine.