Today we celebrate the Memorial of St Scholastica.

I ponder on the Collect:
We pray, O Lord, that, following her example, we may serve you with pure love and happily receive what comes from loving you.

Do I dare to pray this?
“To happily receive
what comes from loving You.”

I hesitate.
I overthink.
I lack the courage
to receive whatever follows.
Because what if
what comes from loving You
is suffering?

And yet…
Have I not already received suffering?
Have I not walked through seasons
I would never have chosen?
And did those seasons
not shape me?
Did they not strip away
what was unnecessary?
Did they not draw me closer to You?

Perhaps the real fear is not suffering.

Perhaps it is surrender.