This is a reminder, on a day dedicated to love, that you should use all your senses to adore your loved ones today.
My son’s tears taste slightly salty on his cheek when I give him a kiss after he has bumped into something. As I squeeze him, I think to myself that I need to remember this taste, because he won’t always be running to me for a curative hug.
When I listen to my answering machine, I get a jolt hearing my husband’s voice one more time.
If I close my eyes, I can still see the mysterious hazel color of my grandmother's eyes.
My arms still have the tingle from holding an adorable newborn this weekend. As she squirmed in my arms, I reminded myself that she will never be this tiny again.
Our senses may fail us in the future, and our loved ones may go to their next life, but we will always keep our little scraps of adoration bound up in our memories like a quilt. They are our protection against the heartache that accompanies loss.
Even if you lack someone special to adore, consider giving Jesus the gift of your time today at one of the adoration chapels throughout the diocese.
A priest who knew Mother Theresa once told me that when people sought her advice, she invariably told them to spend an hour in adoration of the Blessed Sacrament.
At first I interpreted these words as a call to turn to the Lord when we are troubled. But I think the lesson is that when we do bring our concerns to God, our problems become puny when placed before Jesus’ magnificent sacrifice. His boundless love shows us how we, too, can love without limits.
