Please do not say practice.
My son left for Mexico yesterday at 4:30am. Without a phone charger. With limited cash. Knowing minimal Spanish. And at the airport my husband said, "Mikey! You need a bag for your laptop. Here. Use this." and he gave him some kind of bag that was in the car. Going through the airport the strap broke and the bag and computer fell to the ground. Oh my gosh. He is 18, boarded a plane to another country and is staying with a family we have never met for 4 weeks. All day long I was waiting to hear from him, while thinking and praying. Before he left I gave him a Pieta prayer book, blessed oil and a holy card of Our Lady of Guadalupe. And reminded him and myself how Our Lady was instrumental in our family's conversion back to our faith...and sensed Mexico was somehow someway connected to her graces, where much of the country honors Mary. The rest of the family could only make the latest mass in town, Saint Catherines...and as I was praying for Mikey I remembered the miraculous medal of Mary around my neck given to Saint Catherine by Mary....and how much I love all of my faith. The hymn we were singing was Be Not Afraid. My husband showed me his phone with a text "I have arrived." We were all where we were supposed to be.