Last week, I didn’t communicate well with the photographer who provides the creative visual counterpart to my words on paper. I admit to being last minute, and when I opened her photographs, I was immediately anxious. The pictures were artistic and interesting, but just wouldn’t work. We have a library of photos available on a website, and I was fairly sure I’d find something there. Or not. In this case, not. My anxiety turned to panic turned to anger, as I tried to exit the website and re-write my blog. It became a matter of sister-against-technology, as the computer refused to let me exit. Strange icons appeared and I began clicking on all of them. Literally from nowhere, the perfect photograph popped up on the screen. I wish I could say I had prayed for a miracle (or even help) but it was an un-requested, hand-delivered, undeserved gift from God.
Faith Intervention
by Sr Nunother