Saint Mother Teresa of Calcutta

     For some reason, this amazing woman and I have a special bond. Don't ask me why, because I don't know. But every time I call upon her intercession on something, I get a Peace that's indescribable. A feeling like I can breathe because I know she's interceding for me. I love her story. I love her. I love what she was and what she stood for and  became. This modern day Saint, who walked this earth while I walked it also. 

     Maybe she's trying to get me to act or think a different way. I'm awfully fast in my disposition at times and I don't always greet things with joy and surrender. Not the way she did. I'm sure she had her moments, but for goodness sake, she lived and walked around the poorest of the poor. Walking along the street, only to come across somebody laying there filthy, hungry, dying, desperate. Desperate for Jesus to come and help them in their agony. And there she comes walking by. Their hope. Their comfort. Their peace. Their answer. 

     Saint Mother Teresa of Calcutta' s Feast day is tomorrow and how fitting. On a Friday, at the beginning of Fall. Where leaves are falling and turning into their splendor of colors and the wind can bring a welcome chill from the long hot days of Summer. Mother Teresa was a giver and oh how the world wanted to receive her. A light in this growing darkness of a world that needs proof. She was the proof. Proof that no matter what, all the money in the world is worth nothing if you don't have love. A smile is all she asked for while she showed us how to smile. 

     Maybe that is why I am a student of hers. To smile more and see the beauty in the downtrodden more and quit complaining of a life that surely any one of the poor she met would have gladly cherished. 

     Saint Mother Teresa of Calcutta, you are a Saint, but mostly, you're my friend, and that makes me smile.