Our Presence Is Enough – Ignatian Spirituality

 

This submit relies on Week Four of An Ignatian Prayer Adventure.

We had solely been residence for a handful of hours. We have been groggy and grumpy and anxious. And we have been anticipating a name from the physician.

Ding-dong. The doorbell.

“How are you guys doing?” One of our greatest mates was on the door, carrying a Tupperware container packed to the brim with meals. “Have you gotten any sleep?” Her personal youngsters have been out within the SUV, parked in entrance of our residence, the hazard lights blinking.

The reply, after all, was a powerful No. Not solely was our days-outdated daughter nonetheless shiny and new—and consequently unfamiliar with the common sleep patterns of a human individual—however she was additionally struggling to shake off the orange hue of her jaundiced pores and skin.

We’d earned ourselves bonus nights within the hospital after her delivery—and she or he, bonus hours beneath a de-jaundicing blue mild—and had spent each different night time of the next week out and in of the emergency room and pediatrician’s workplace. We have been determined for somebody to provide her a clear invoice of well being and guarantee us we had no extra forthcoming overnights within the hospital, at the very least for the instant future.

Ring-ring. The telephone.

Our buddy reached for our sleeping toddler as my spouse answered her cell. I held my breath, ready.

Alli shook her head, and I knew we have been heading again to the ER for an additional spherical of assessments. My poor daughter would get one other collection of pricks to her heal, and we’d watch helplessly as her blood was zapped away to the lab.

“I’m so sorry, guys. This is so hard.”

There are few issues I bear in mind definitively about these blurry, again-and-forth days of early parenting. But the picture of our buddy standing in our lounge is evident. There was nothing she mentioned or did that modified our circumstances (What may she have finished?), however her presence made a long-lasting impression.

She was there; she was with us.

In the Second Week of the Spiritual Exercises, St. Ignatius invitations us to witness the Incarnation, the delivery of Jesus, and to accompany Mary and Joseph, the shepherds, and the magi, via the infancy narratives.

Sometimes, although, we come to those nicely-recognized, nicely-worn Scripture passages and too rapidly go by them. I do know this outdated story, the pondering goes.

But St. Ignatius invitations us to make use of our imaginations as a strategy to sink deeper into the story. We’re not simply studying; we’re there with the Holy Family.

And as soon as we make that transition, all the pieces modifications. We discover ourselves current to the wants of a new child, hungry and sleepy and cute. We discover ourselves current to his dad and mom, groggy and grumpy and anxious.

And we discover ourselves, maybe, helpless, realizing the struggles of parenting, of accompanying younger individuals, and of muddling via each day life.

And but, all we have to do in that second is just stand within the presence of the Holy Family and ask, “How are you guys doing? I know this is so hard.”

And then, hear for his or her response, trusting that our presence is sufficient.

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