St. Joseph:
How awesome a gift to be given, to raise the Savior of the world. The fear in your heart must have been tremendous, but trusting in God, you took on such a seemingly impossible task.
You were chosen to be the only one to help your beloved wife with the birth of the Blessed Infant. Surrounded by rejection, what fear must have pierced your own heart as you watched Mary struggle, while searching for anywhere for Jesus to be born. What conflicting feelings you must have experienced as you found a shelter, but only in the most humble of places.
What joy much have filled your heart as you held the tiny Savior in your arms. The trust and faith He had in your strong arms must have been an incomprehensible comfort to you. God trusted you with His Son, a helpless Newborn.
Holding His unharmed hand as He took His first steps. Placing a hammer and nail carefully in His hand to teach Him your trade. Patting His back as you laughed with Him and His Mother. Growing in holiness under the Hand of the Father. Clinging to the Hand of your Son as you took your last breaths. And finally kissing the pierced Hand of Jesus as He welcomed you into the kingdom, where you remain with Him for all eternity.
Teach us also, St. Joseph. Teach us to trust in God's plan for each of our lives. As you learned, our lives all have a purpose, one beyond our own comprehension.
Eternal rest grant unto Phoebe and may perpetual light shine upon her. May she rest in peace. Amen.
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