Last night, I had a moment of sadness when I was weighing whether or not I'd eventually return to seminary. It rolls through my mind often.
Will I pursue ordination (I have no idea)? Can I call myself a Monastic given that i am only half way through seminary? Im Franciscan but not a part of an order.... so I question myself. (The answer is yes, it's a New Monastic Movement in the world, outside the walls of the church.)
As I briefly mentioned this internal struggle to C, she put her hand on my foot, sitting across from me in the cozy room, and she said, "Mom, you don't need a label. You don't need to be ordained. You already are a minister and a very good one. And we have our church here...people come here and find rest... and we have our animals with our very Franciscan life....And mom, any time two people are gathered in His name it's church right? That means we have church all the time mom!"
I burst into tears. This Kid.
There's a moment that comes along when a parent realizes that the Kid has absorbed the good stuff, even in the midst of hardship. This was one of those very rare moments. Thank you God.