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November 13 On November 13, 2005, I decided I would become a priest. Every year on this day, I pause to pray for my vocation and remember the young man who made that decision. I meant it sincerely, even though I could not have known everything that my yes would ask of me. There are things about priesthood that one discovers only by living it. Today, alongside my gratitude, I find myself thinking about the fear of leaving. How does a man come to walk away from something he once desired so deeply? I cannot ask that question as though my own perseverance were guaranteed. The years do not place me beyond human weakness. I still need the grace that brought me to the altar. And then there is another fear: that I might leave inwardly while remaining outwardly. That I might continue to wear the cassock and celebrate the sacraments while slowly losing the habit of speaking honestly to God. That I might become so accustomed to holy things that I cease to let them change me. So today, I bring these thoughts to the Lord. I thank him for calling me and for sustaining the decision I made on November 13, 2005. I ask him to keep my heart open to his grace, especially when I am tired, disappointed, or tempted to withdraw into myself. Lord, you know the young man who made that decision, and you know the man renewing it today. Receive my yes with all its love and all its fragility. Help me to care for the vocation you have entrusted to me, one faithful day at a time.

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