90 Day Challenge: Day 17 – Joy

“You have made known to me the ways of life; you will fill me with joy by your presence. At your right hand are delights, even to the end.” (Psalm 16:11)

Joy is an emotion I have felt in its purity but a few times in my life.  Last night was one of them.

At the end of my new “Restorative Yoga” class, I was in a deeply relaxed state in the Supta bhaddah konasana – my feet strapped into my sacrum,  a sand bag covering my eyes – when the Divine Mercy image of Jesus came to me, causing a feeling of great elation that actually left me smiling.

I felt so enveloped in the red and blue rays emanating from his pierced heart: it was a warm cleansing bath of mercy that covered me the way the Peruvian blanket swaddled around my arms held them: snug, safe, secure.

States of happiness have never come easily to me. I was always a sober child, as evidenced by my first grade picture below.

To this day, people are genuinely surprised at hearing me laugh out loud, it catches them so off-guard.  I have even had comments such as “I have never heard you laugh before.”

Laughter may be the music of joy. But silent feeling of it is its prayer of delight.

Joy, of course, is also a name. In Hebrew it is rendered as “simchah,” pronounced “sim-khaw,” while the Greek word is  “chara” (khar-ah). In both languages, it is a noun of feminine origin.

Had my son been a girl, “Joy” would have been her middle name, in honor of his paternal grandmother, as it was her middle name.

”Michelle” would have been her first name.  It is the name the Mom who raised me said she had hoped my birth mother would name me.  Instead, I became Cheryle, a derivation of “Charles” for the man allegedly my birth father, and “Arlene,” for my biological maternal grandmother.

”Michelle Joy.”  She is my little girl who never was after endometriosis and ovarian cysts plagued me into having a hysterectomy before I could have another child.  Definitely not a joyous choice, but necessary to my being able to work productively to support the child I already had.

It would be decades later before I would let myself grieve over the fact that I could not have more children. Instead I just fiercely held onto the overwhelming love I already had for my first-born and refused to think about the rest.

Perhaps the fact I take such joy in the granddaughters and great-granddaughters of my friends is my displaced longing for a daughter.  I don’t know; I just go with it and take my delight in their now teen years.

And of course I have a beautiful daughter-in-law whose company is always a joy to me, as well as young women who have looked upon me in a motherly way.

So I cannot say God completely denied me the full joy of motherhood as I had imagined it in my fertile years: a boy and a girl.

Instead I have learned God sometimes presents us with joy in unexpected ways we couldn’t have anticipated.  I would never trade them, despite a wish my original family desire had been fulfilled as well.

But as the Bible tells us in Psalm 30:5: “Weeping may spend the night, but there is joy in the morning.”

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90 Day Challenge: Day 16 – Charity

Now in Joppa there was a disciple named Tabitha (which translated means Dorcas).* She was completely occupied with good deeds and almsgiving.” (Acts 9:36)

Tabitha translates into Dorcas which were respectively in Aramaic and Greek the words for “gazelle.”

In fact, Israel is a part of the world in which the subspecies of this deer-like creature – the Dorcas gazelle – is found.

Tiny in stature at about 2-3.5 feet high at the shoulder, gazelles can run at a sustained pace of 50 mph and can speed up to 100 mph when needed.

The word gazelle itself is derived from the Persian. Symbolically it was seen as a sign of female beauty in Arabic and Persian love poetry, and in the Bible in “Song of Songs.”

So those who wish to be known for their beauty should be known best for their charity.

We often take this to mean our contributions to those who are less fortunate than we.  These contributions can be made in goods, services  or outright spending.  The Church encourages us to practice all three forms of giving.

But there is a fourth dimension to charity that goes over-looked: charity of spirit.  In other words, the basic decency with which we treat other human beings by accepting them openly and at face value, without pre-text on our part and being willing to overlook sometimes the subtext of theirs

This is hard to accomplish in a world as cynical, suspicious and partisan as ours.  Generosity of our inner self is thought to be an unwise thing to give away, something too easy to fall prey to con artists and abusers.

Yet Hebrews 13:2 reminds us “Do not neglect hospitality, for through it some have unknowingly entertained angels.”

In the case of Tabitha, it was not an angel, but Peter with whom she has a miraculous interaction.

Tabitha falls ill and dies.  Well thought of for her charity, two disciples from Joppa go to Peter in Lydda to come with them to pray over Tabitha. Peter sends the weeping mourners from the room, prays over her then says “Tabitha, rise up!”

She does so, fully restored, astonishing many and leading to a number of conversions.

The moral we are to take from the leap of this gazelle from death back to life: charity, in all its forms, restores us to a way of living that allows our beauty to shine and gives rise to the possibility of interacting with angels and saints.

Such may be recipients of our benevolence, or others who work beside us in acts of giving:    “Good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over…for with the measure you use it will be measured back to you.” (Luke 6:38)

 

90 Day Challenge: Day 15 – Fear of the Lord

“We must fear God out of love, not love him out of fear.” -St. Francis de Sales

As it has been explained to me, to “fear the Lord” is not to dread him, but rather to be in such awe of him that to imagine disappointing him in any way is just unthinkable because you would feel such dread about not meeting his excellent standards.

Exactly like letting Daddy down by not being a good little girl, in some sense.

As I wrote in my last blog, I was raised not to disappoint.  Because if I did, I was immediately put on notice that I had, and my sense of guilt was overwhelming.

That is not a dynamic I think I want to repeat in my relationship with God.

I would prefer it be fear-less; that in no way could I possibly disappoint God to the point that he would judge me and find me wanting.

I want a gentle, loving Father who knows my weakness and shores me up with his power so I do not fail him or myself.  One that loves me warts and all. One who will overlook the warts and tell me in his eyes, I am beautiful as I am.

Rather than fear him, I would prefer to adore him. To be able to crawl into his lap, put my head on his chest, have him hold me and assure me all will be okay.

Even if the bottoms on my pants are dirty from sliding down hills and my hair has escaped its braids.

I don’t want to have to be perfect but to be perfected by his love for me and mine for him.

“There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear.  For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love.” (1 John: 4-18)

90 Day Challege: Day 14 – Piety

Piety: reverence for God or devout fulfillment of religious obligations (Dictionary app)

“Charity and devotion differ no more, the one from the other, than the flame from the fire.” -St. Francis de Sales

When I think of piety, I think of those called to live the religious life or lay apostles who try -within their secular lives- to keep the devotional habits of the religious communities to which they are ancillary.

Pious is not a label I would ever attach to myself.  Like Sister Luke in “The Nun’s Story,” I would be forever lured by the desire to act out of my own moral will than subvert it to the rules of a group. My individualistic bent is quiet but deeply ingrained.

I only made it through boot camp during my initial Navy days by literally singing every chance I had. It distracted me from monotonous routine, drills and demands I take something perfectly well done and perfect it even better.

Or that I do the inane and scrub the bathroom tile with a toothbrush.

In a phase of life where I was still discovering myself, I chafed at being part of the faceless ranks.  I was just getting to know who I was and I suddenly was expected to make her conform to all the other young women around me.

But I have always been marked by the stamp of “different,” even as a child. I felt a shame in that as a little girl because then I wanted so much to “belong;” as a young woman, I was finally learning to enjoy the feeling of “standing out.”

So the idea of taking on a life of piety seems like a bad match for me.

It is not that I am failing to develop a devotion to God as Father; that, is in fact, why I am attempting this challenge.  I want more days in his presence because they are peaceful and uncluttered and far less messy than everyday life.

Truly I enjoy the hours spent contemplating the readings and meditations, the things that I learn. It is solitary but satisfying.

In my own way, I am attempting to burn from within in my desire to grow closer in relationship to Jesus through Mary. I want it to be a fire and not a candle flickering and easily snuffed out.

But for me that is more about desire than piety.  I visualize piety as chastened and buttoned down.  It seems like a discipline of coloring within the lines rather than splashing paint on canvas to see what shape it takes.

Not that I don’t admire the pious – I do.  I just don’t see that I have a place among them.

Yet I know piety was one of Mary’s virtues. When she saw the wine run low at the wedding in Cana, she did not instruct the wait staff to find more wine.  She told them to do as Jesus told them.

She directed their attention to her son, and a miracle happened.

Perhaps I should contemplate piety a bit longer.

“True piety hath in it nothing weak, nothing sad, nothing constrained. It enlarges the heart; it is simple, free, and attractive.”

– Francois Fenelon

Read more: https://www.christianquotes.info/quotes-by-topic/quotes-about-piety/#ixzz5LSJ72iqO

90 Day Challenge: Day 13 – Knowledge

“An intelligent heart acquires knowledge, and the ear of the wise seeks knowledge.” (Proverbs 18:15)

First, I know I am a day late posting this blog. Day 13 of my modified Nineveh 90 Day Challenge was actually yesterday, Sunday July 15th.

Today – Monday, July 16th –  is the third anniversary of my consecration to Mary and the Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel.

It was taking the six-week Fr. Michael Gaitley workshop “33 Days To Morning Glory” that led me to know Mary as my spiritual Mother and helped me to understand her place more fully in the Divine Order.

Although I had been Catholic since 2008, I really had not established a true devotion to Mary or the rosary. I considered myself a born-again Christian who joined the Church because of my longing to partake of Communion.

Yet, as I note in a talk I have given in group settings, I can now look back to see that Mary had been after me to notice her for many years before I made my first Profession of Faith.  Once in a very dramatic way I have shared with a discreet few.

But the knowledge I have gained since about entering the heart of Jesus through Mary has had a profound impact on my sense of being fully Catholic and my desire to understand the underpinnings of Catholicism “in the fullness of faith.”

Knowledge and its value was inculcated in me from a very young age.  Becoming educated was the primary goal the “Mom who raised me” had for my life; my Dad (by birth my maternal grandfather) held the same goal for me too, though less volubly expressed.

I was abetted in my scholarly quest by two summertime neighbors who had cottages where we lived year round. One was a former teacher whose first question for me every summer was what kind of grades had I made that school year.

The other was an older neighbor with whom I played Scrabble on rainy days.  It was from her I learned the meaning of the word “gnu” and many others.

And then there was “the box.” The box that had been left behind by the prior owners of our house.  It had a complete volume of the works of Shakespeare, as well as many navy blue, gold embossed books containing the writings of Ibsen and Wilde, Voltaire and du Maupassant (père et fils). There was an orange bound anthology of the writings of O. Henry and the works of Gustav Flaubert.

Curiously, there was also a copy of “The G-String Murders,” written by famed stripper Gypsy Rose Lee, and another murder mystery novel called “The Glass Key,” the book jacket of which featured actors I now recognize as Veronica Lake and Alan Ladd.

It was an eclectic collection perfect for a child who spent a good portion of her years hanging out in taverns learning to play shuffleboard and shoot pool, drinking Pepsi because – well, they don’t serve milk in taverns, don’t cha know.

It was because -even though they exposed me to it- they didn’t want that lifestyle for me that caused my parents to push me so hard to become educated.

Never ones to be comfortable attending school functions, my parents were in great haste to set up a parent teacher conference when I got my first “C” in math in sixth grade.

My teacher (also a family friend), would go on to educate me about the proper way to hold a fork and knife while cutting my meat. She never wanted my future mate to throw a frying pan at my head as hers had at her for making this mistake in etiquette.

Amazing the things your math teacher can help you learn to sum up about life.  I was 11 when I learned your mate might throw things your way you never saw coming, leaving indelible scars hidden by your hairdo and in the depths of your heart.

The depth of Mary’s heart is what we are called to study in our quest to become disciples.

We are to learn her virtues and do our best to emulate them, “thereby encouraging us fervently to honor the blessed Mother of God, in whom the Eternal Wisdom dwelt bodily, and through whom He was given to us, that by her intercession our understanding may be enlightened, our will strengthened, and we be inspired with fresh zeal to practice ourselves, and to prevail on others to practice also, whatever is chaste, becoming, and holy.” (Laudate: Saint of the Day)

“Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.”  (John 13:17).

The Ten Evangelical Virtues of Mary:

1. Most Pure 2. Most Prudent  3. Most Humble 4. Most Faithful 5. Most Devout  6. Most Obedient  7. Most Poor  8. Most Patient. 9. Most Merciful  10. Most Sorrowful  (catholictruth.net)

90 Day Challenge: Day 12-Fortitude

“When I am afraid, I will trust in you. In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me?” (Psalm 56:3-4)

Fortitude is another word for strength. But not the strength we equate with our physicality.

Rather, it is our mental strength, our emotional strength, our moral strength.

I have told myself I have not always had the gift of fortitude. But I am beginning to wonder if that is the devil trying to convince me I am not strong enough to make it to the end. To tell me I cannot endure the passions through which I must pass before I too must face death on my final cross as Jesus faced death on his.

In Gethsemane, Jesus himself asked before his arrest, “My Father,* if it is possible, let this cup pass from me..” (Matthew 26:39)

Do I have the fortitude not to ask God to spare me whatever agony waits me in the end if Jesus himself was tempted to do so?

Probably not.  But Jesus then went on to say in the same verse “..yet, not as I will, but as you will.”

Will I have his fortitude then? His moral character to let God’s will be done?  I don’t know.

For now, all I can do is look back at all the times I thought I was defeated, by myself or by others, and take solace in the fact that somehow I have carried on.

I am sure it has been God’s will I do so as much or more than my own.  The temptation to quit, to avoid any more pain in the name of life and love, is overwhelming.  Like Ophelia, sometimes I just want to let rue take me deep into the dark, where the bough breaks, the currents stop flowing and all is silence.

Yet somehow the buoyancy of God’s call on my life has been greater than the devil’s whispered seduction that to feel no more means the end of suffering.

Living is painful.  There is no way around that basic fact. Not even for Christ himself.

But it is also joyful and adventurous, thrilling and interesting and kaleidoscopic. It changes one moment to the next.  Paradoxically it is also peace and serenity and the timelessness of the night sky lit full of a million stars that appear fixed to the naked eye.

Yet they whirl to their own gravitational pull if seen through the eyes of God or a powerful telescopic lens.  Because God created them that way and man can only invent a device to see what God has wrought.

For man himself still cannot bend the entire cosmos to his will.  Only God retains that power, has that omnipresent strength.

Still, it takes fortitude to live a life both fixed yet mutable from every encounter with person, place or thing.

To be fully one’s authentic, cardinal self yet still allow oneself to be touched and moved by emotion and circumstance. To be strong enough to take on feeling and not let it bring you to your knees or shatter your heart completely.

It takes fortitude to keep this pledge of challenge for 90 days – even when I am more than an hour past the end of the twelfth day and into the next.

You can say I lacked the fortitude to complete the challenge on its due date.  Or you can say I had the fortitude to finish the race, albeit late.

In any case, what more can mortal man do to me than offer a judgement, on it or the life I lead?

I am not afraid.

 

90 Day Challenge: Day 11-Counsel

“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” (Psalm 119:105)

As I have matured in my Catholic faith these past ten years, the Bible and the Catechism have opened themselves up to me in new ways, giving good counsel to my soul.

And then there is always that moment of “gut hunch,” where you don’t know how you know something is true, you just do.

This is also known as conviction of the Spirit.

So with all this good counsel and spiritual reassurance, why do I still sometimes choose to do and say the stupidest things? Trust people who do not care a whit about my well-being?

It’s not that I am dumb.  I did make MENSA. Barely. Though I am no longer a dues paying member.

See, I didn’t have to tell you that, did I?

But I have always been a person of full disclosure, for good or ill.  The ill generally tends to fall on me.

I know that “keeping one’s own counsel” is generally thought to be a good thing.  And wherein self-interest is of prime concern, it is likely a truism.

But keeping one’s spiritual beliefs to oneself is not something Jesus called on us to do. In fact, he commissioned the Apostles – and by extension us as disciples – to spread the Good News throughout the ends of the earth.

It is called evangelization.  And it is counsel we should be willing to provide to any who will listen, a willingness to share the fullness of our faith so that others may have hope and believe.

Most Catholics I have met say “I could never do that.”

Perhaps because with over 2,000 years of history, tradition (little t), Tradition (big T), doctrine and dogma, Catholicism is not easy to distill.

I spent nearly a year of study and had to be deemed to have adequate discernment of the faith before I was confirmed in the Church.  Before I could fully participate in the Mass by partaking of the Eucharist. Before I could say “I am Catholic.”

It has taken nearly another nine to feel fully so, and still I learn something new daily about the Church and my faith.

But that shouldn’t keep me from speaking to all who will listen about it, especially in this moment of history St. Pope John Paul II called a time of unprecedented mercy that God wishes to bestow upon us.

Our opportunity to do so may be limited.

Don’t know what to say? Don’t worry.  The Bible has good counsel for that, too:

“You will be given at that moment what you are to say.
For it will not be you who speak
but the Spirit of your Father speaking through you.” (Matthew 10:19-20)

 

90 Day Challenge: Day 10-Understanding

“Thus understanding and love, that is, the knowledge of and delight in the truth, are, as it were, the two arms of the soul, with which it embraces and comprehends with all the saints the length and breath, the height and depth, that is the eternity, the love, the goodness, and the wisdom of God.” -St. Bernard

I think I can read the Bible from now until I am 100 and still find new truths to understand.

My understanding of human motivation will take as long or longer.  People often baffle me.  But I am sure it is a situation of vice versa – I am sure I am not always easily understood by others.

I just wish when they don’t “get me,” people would ask me directly about my motivations. I am always happy to answer.  There is no hidden agenda, and I usually have a reason for choosing to do what I do, though reasonable people can disagree about the wisdom of my choices.

I am not above questioning them frequently myself.

Proverbs is full of advice about “understanding.”

”Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all ways submit to him and he will make your paths straight.” (Proverbs 3:5-6)

”Do not be wise in your own opinion.” (Proverbs 3:7)

”How joyful is the man who finds wisdom, and the man who gains understanding, because her profit is better than the profit of silver, and her yield than fine gold.” (Proverbs 3:13-14)

Ah.  I am still waiting for all that greater profit to flow my way.  I would take some of the silver and gold too.

In reading the Ron Chernow biography on “Grant,” I am finding a kindred spirit who was often baffled about why people ascribed motivations and actions to him that were not in alignment with his own view of his character.

It hurt him, though he wouldn’t say it.  But like me, he privately brooded on it.  He felt misunderstood and maligned.

I think we can all relate to that, especially when it seems to be coming from our brothers and sisters in Christ.

There is a vast difference between criticism and counsel.

One of the things that really shaped me as a child was an accusation I had tried to steal a netted hair bonnet from the local drugstore.

Now mind you, ours was a very small town in the northeastern pocket of Indiana where everyone knew each other and everyone’s personal business.

There wasn’t a day during summer that I probably didn’t frequent Smittie’s drug store for an order of fries and a Cherry Coke from the soda fountain.

Now on this particular day, I had stopped by the General Store first and bought my bonnet from Campie, the hair-bunned store clerk who knew me equally well.  I paid for my purchase but took it in its original package because I planned to open it and wear it on my one mile walk home along the lake shore.

But first I stopped to get my usual treat.  When I went to pay for my snack, Mrs. Smith tried to charge me for the bonnet too.  I explained I had bought it at the other store.

She still accused me of theft and dragged me across the street to the bar where my Dad was working.  I explained where I bought it and Campie verified the purchase.

Rather than apologize for falsely accusing me, Mrs. Smith coldly chastised me for not putting my purchase in a bag, admonished me to do so in future and walked off.

In her haughty pride, in her need to be “right,” she could not understand the shame and sense of helplessness I felt at still somehow being “indicted” and “found guilty” even though I had done nothing wrong.

Maybe that explains why I horde my shopping bags and purchase receipts long after needed.  Who knows?

I do believe that one of the things I need to better comprehend is that as a daughter of God, he will not leave me in a situation that will harm me.  My devotional reading today, by Sarah Young, is a reminder from God that I am to remember “who you are and whose you are.”

”Be strong and courageous.  Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Deuteronomy 31:6)

So even when I don’t understand “them,” or am confounded by “their” seemingly mean-spirited critique of me, I must remember to diligently pursue love and understanding of those who would accuse me in what I perceive as a wrong manner.

For through love and understanding, wisdom will flow.

 

 

90 Day Challenge: Day 9 – Wisdom

“Dost thou hold wisdom to be anything other than truth, wherein we behold and embrace the supreme good?” -St. Augustine

If wisdom is indeed analogous to truth, then this morning I had a big dose of it.  It did not come from the regimen of  prayer, Biblical or devotional reading to which I have committed for these three months.

Rather it was from a podcast in the Laudate app called “Heart of Mary.” The topics are not always overtly Marian, but the sign-off is always the same: “To Jesus, through Mary.”

For my non-Catholic friends a brief explanation: this particular phrase explains Catholic devotion to Mary.  It is not that our relationship to Jesus isn’t personal and direct – it is.

Rather, by modeling ourselves after Mary’s virtues and seeking a relationship with him that approaches her ways, our hearts can become that much more united to his.

She is the example of the perfect Christian, the Mother of God made man and – as brothers and sisters in Christ – she is therefore our spiritual Mother as well.

Back to the podcast.  I was catching up the past few days and it was yesterday’s that sparked a recognition of truth about myself.

The subject was the Ten  Commandments, most particularly  the First Commandment regarding idolatry:

“I am the Lord thy God, who brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. Thou shalt not have strange gods before me.” (Exodus 20:2-3)

It suddenly hit me that of all the things in my life that I sometimes let take precedence over my relationship with God, romantic love is my greatest idol.

Since my teen years, I have been obsessed with the idea of finding that one person with whom I will perfectly fit so that I am somehow made “whole.”

Except because we live in a broken world, that idol can be worshiped, but it is idling away time to do so.  While Eve was created to “fit” Adam perfectly, that perfection was broken when Original Sin entered the scene.

So many of us pine to find that special “someone” whose presence will be our surety against the buffets of life’s storms.

Yet I know from my first broken marriage, no human person can ever fulfill that worshipful fantasy.

Recently I had come to the conclusion that because I had a new understanding of the sacramental meaning of marriage and its reflection of Trinitarian love, I was developing a relationship with someone who better fulfilled a Catholic definition for the coming together of two lives.

But truth can’t be built on a false predicate.  And I will never enjoy a sacramental marriage as long as I put finding a partner before continuing to seek God in all things.

I am an idolator in this and perhaps other ways I have not yet recognized.  We all have idols of one sort or another. We just need to be truthful and confess them to ourselves and to God.

But with God’s grace, I pray someday to always seek his kingdom first.

To Jesus through Mary.

 

90 Day Challenge: Day 8 – Temperance

“When they sow the wind,
they shall reap the whirlwind..” (Hosea 8:7)

Today’s challenge was to get up early, fight the traffic to Emory St. Joseph on Peachtree Dunwoody and find the right doctor on the right floor for my 9 am appointment.

The third floor to which I was sent proved to be the charm, and I added yet another specialist to my growing doctor list.

Not that there is anything radically wrong with me. But as one lady on the elevator noted, growing old isn’t for sissies.

The drive home was smoother and faster than the ride up 285.  In my first act lacking temperance today, I decided I had enough of my current hairstyle and made an afternoon appointment to go for a shorter, chopped cut that will look more adorable ( I hope) when Gail can re-blonde the front this Saturday.

My second act was to buy a new diamond Cross to treat myself for my upcoming birthday. Having lost two previously, I am hoping that like my elevator ride to the top of St. Joseph’s and down, the third time will be the charm and this Cross will stay permanently wreathed around my neck as it should.

Besides, not only did I get it for almost 1/3 the original price, I got $50 in Macy’s reward dollars to spend. I wasn’t temperate about that, either.

In fact, my spirit of rebelliousness has lasted most of the day. I am determined somehow to triumph over the chaos the Fisherman brought to my life. Whether it means reaping a wild wind or not.

At least with my new mussy short crop, it will be hard to tell my hair has been touched by such wind. (Although it did get a bit limp from sweat when I rode my bike this afternoon to the beat of music designed to increase and decrease my pace at various intervals.)

Cutting my hair is always a reaction I have to feeling I have been betrayed and – in a sense – raped by the callous disregard of someone with whom I thought I was in love.

Like Samson, I am shorn,  But instead of losing power, I gain strength. There is nothing left for the false lover to take that way, you see. And I can then redefine myself on my own terms as I see fit.

Perhaps I will be blessed and grow to conform myself to the words of St. Augustine, becoming temperate as a result: “To live well is nothing other than to love God with all one’s heart, with all one’s soul, and with all one’s efforts; from this it comes about that love is kept whole and uncorrupted (through temperance). No misfortune can disturb it (and this is fortitude).  It obeys only God (and this is justice), and is careful in discerning things, so as not to be surprised by deceit or trickery (and this is prudence).”

And instead of the whirlwind, there will be only the calm of replenishment and refreshment.