On the drive to teach my 75ish 14-year-old children, I tend to say a rosary. I ask Mary to give me the guidance, obedience, grace, patience etc that I will certainly need through the day. I ask her to please please please tip her finger into their souls and bring them some calm, some joy, some understanding, anything that will help them in my class, in their days, in their lives. Needless to say, it's a very important part of my morning.
Even so, occasionally, I get a little distracted by the breakfast I balance on my lap, the other cars zipping by, the coffee fragrance that drifts into the air, and I don't always focus as much as I should. Typically, I fight through it and get as far as I can, and I beg Mary to forgive my human imperfections. On Tuesday morning (Sorrowful Mysteries), it was different. I had nothing really to distract me. I just couldn't focus. Frustrated, I promised to say a rosary on my way home, and I turned on the radio. After flipping through the stations, I landed on Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance With Somebody," and I'm reminded of Sarah.
Uh oh...
