Years and years ago, I was having an issue with my eye and it was bothersome enough that I made an eye appointment.

To make a very long story short, the doctor checked me out and then very casually said, “Well, it could be an aneurism.”

I panicked and asked if we could have that checked out and, again, he very casually said, “Nah, we’ll just see how it goes.”

In my head I was like, “Dude, you can’t just drop the A word and tell me that we’ll see how it goes!”

I held it together until I got outside and then I started sobbing. (I’m very dramatic with anything medical.) I immediately called my husband, who of course wasn’t at his desk, because he never is.

I got some poor airman and sobbing into the phone, I said, “Can you please go find Captain Thomas?”

Once my husband got on the phone, he took care of everything. He got me an appointment and all was checked out. It was an ocular migraine.

Last week, my husband had a huge brief he had to give at work and nearly all of it he had to memorize. Because he had a million other things to do, he was struggling to find time to memorize it and a few hours before the brief, he called me. “Am, I’m struggling to memorize anything.”

I talked to him, reassured him of his abilities, made him laugh, told him to pray to his patron saint and guardian angel and everything would be fine. It all turned out great.

Then, a few days ago, I was struggling with something and was feeling overly emotional and I started praying a very honest prayer to God. I needed help and so I called on God. He delivered in amazing ways.

The point of all this is to say, reach out to those who love you. You don’t need to shoulder everything on your own, Catholic Pilgrims. Those who love you want to help you and be there for you. That includes God, our Blessed Mother, and all the angels and saints.

Have a blessed Tuesday.