“Hey, Padre!” I hear those words and all is right with the world. This is what my oldest son calls me. I can’t remember when he started. All I know is that when I hear that small phrase my pulse slows down and I remember that I am loved and everything else just doesn’t seem to be that important. It is amazing that such a tiny group of letters has such a profound effect on my soul.
We all have certain words or sentences that remind us who we are and that we are loved beyond our own understanding. We feel a sense of belonging and security when certain people utter names or phrases. Whatever these words are, we are never quite the same. We smile and wrap ourselves in a warm blanket of hope and trust.
Today I am grateful for the small group of words that collectively give me hope. I realize that the journey is full of twists and turns, but the one constant is the rich meaning behind words and phrases of love that carry us onward. Sometimes they are the only things that push us higher and faster as we move on. And to be honest, many times all we need is the assurance that someone is right there with us, walking with us to utter the words that we need to hear.
And so, I say, “Thanks be to God!” for every word, every blessing that is uttered to give me hope. May the words of my mouth do the same for others who need to hear holy words of hope and joy. May the words uttered ring like bells in your ears. When all is said and done, may it all lead to the One, who gave us life.