I had a beautiful revelation during my early morning Rosary today. Confusion and questions that have only smoldered under the surface became clear. I gazed upon Our Lord on the Cross with great love and tenderness.
Unfortunately, I can't remember what was revealed.
It was like a waking dream, and like most dreams do upon awakening, after awhile, they slip away, not gone, just drift back into that sub-conscious to perhaps rest, or to influence, I don't know. But even now I know that I did learn something in the darkness of my kitchen, with only the small, weak spotlight on Our Crucified Lord to guide me. Perhaps with much reflection I'll remember, but I have a feeling that I won't.
It was only for that moment.