Cooperating More with Beth

Have written before (but not on a blog or can't recall it) about the nothing's Guardian Angel, Beth. It was published in some magazine or something, though. How the nothing was given proof of and help by its angel.

But the real work is in cooperating with the angel. So the nothing has been working at being more aware to Beth's nudgings, thoughts instilled, and words spoken. Last week there were some instances.

Yesterday morning, the nothing awoke (in pain, as usual), but was told interiorly, "Today is your confessor's [said by name] anniversary of ordination!"

The nothing wondered what year it was, and the number 33 came, but then the nothing interfered and didn't trust, and thought perhaps it was 34. And then the nothing considered checking in a diocese directory to see if even the date was accurate, but it decided to trust Beth. And, besides, the thought had come immediately that the nothing must write a thank-you note to this priest, as he had arranged to offer confession to the nothing after noon Mass. So then the nothing was reminded it was the Visitation, and then it saw within the little box of note cards it had made last year, gluing lovely classic art prints (small!) onto card stock, with matching envelopes. And, it seemed in that box, there would be one of a scene of the Visitation.

Well, there was just one, and it is lovely. So a note was written, congratulating and thanking this extraordinary priest. There was no time to check on the date or the year, for the nothing had forgotten its doubts, thanks be to God!

Later, it surely was the confessor's anniversary of ordination, and the Visitation, and 33 years of exemplary service to God, the Church, and even to one nothing who appreciates being able to go to confession to this priest and to have him as pastor and mentor in the virtues.

Yes, the nothing must cooperate in more depth with Beth, and to thank Beth, for Beth is reminding that surely God is in this place, in this house, in this Agnus Dei Hermitage and also is charge over the bodily form of a nothing Catholic hermit. And all of that nests within the Sacred Heart of Jesus as a genderless soul.