There are some days when I’m just knackered.

I have a bad tendency to worry too much about my feelings, rather than be thankful for what God is doing while I’m passively receiving. On these tired days, I need to kill my instincts to reflect on myself and just smile: God is working still and understands my weaknesses.

On these days, I can barely pray before the Tabernacle. Jesus is present there in his humanity. It is worth so much to bring, in our memories, those people we know and care about and have seen and will see, to the foot of the Tabernacle. But when our humanity is wounded and tired, perhaps all we can do is drag ourselves to that place where the Body of Christ is. And God, who is so compassionate, sees that as enough for us and for those into whose lives our own overflow.