Oh boy. I’m definitely making time for Our Lord every day, but outside of those times of quiet, it’s like a raging hurricane. Very early mornings are peaceful. My husband and I wake before all the children and have coffee and breakfast together. It’s the calm before the storm. Then the children wake and the storm hits full gale. School, breakfast, mass, outside classes, laundry, cleaning, lunch. After lunch I have a reprieve–a few minutes in front of the Blessed Sacrament. Then it’s off to track practice, swim practice, American Heritage Girls, cub scouts, boy scouts, CCD, dinner. The family rosary is another restful time.
Sometimes I wish there was less, that I was less busy with both home duties and outside activities. But this is my life. These minutiae are building my holiness day by day. I carve out times of rest and repose (be they ever so small) to commune with my Lord. He is the one who gives me the grace and the strength to keep going.
This verse from my daily lectio felt especially appropriate today: “When the cares of my heart are many, thy consolations cheer my soul” (Ps. 94.19).
Come, Lord, I am waiting for You.
Or maybe I should just call this series “Life in the Trenches.”
Advent started out with a bang this morning. I came back from a run to find out that Stepford Son had been a referee in what promised to be a full on knock-down, drag-out fistfight between Mini Me and the Youngest. And all over breakfast. Instead of freaking out and yelling, I sat down with all of them and hashed out the incident. After many tears and several apologies from all involved, life settled back down to normal. I thank God for instances like this because this is one of the things I’m called to do–teach my children how to resolve conflicts in a Christ-like manner. Plus, it builds virtue in all of us.
Though it was a busy day, I was still able to have a quiet few minutes in front of the tabernacle.
Maranatha, come Lord Jesus.
Around the world, pro-lifers are participating in 40 Days for Life, a peaceful approach to ending abortion in our communities. A few days ago, the children and I marched in front of the local abortion clinic. I’m going to be honest and say that it is one of my least favorite things to do. I hate abortion (the practice, NOT the persons who participate) as it is the killing of an innocent life, but I also hate standing out there, with people looking at me, thinking, “Oh, she’s one of those.” I know, I know. It’s my weakness and selfishness coming out. My fear of not being accepted, of not being liked. Father, forgive me my weakness and give me the strength to stand up for life.
And because it seemed to me very pro-life….
Movie Review: All is Lost
One man on the Indian Ocean in a yacht crashes into a rogue shipping container and must battle with Mother Nature and fate to survive. Stepford Son and I watched this one together. I have to say it was absolutely amazing. There was no dialogue, really no background music to speak of (but what there was, was amazing), so I found myself watching even more closely, trying to pick up hints from the man’s actions and what went on around him. After every new crisis that arose, I found myself shouting in my head like the Romans in the Coliseum at a Gladiator match, “Life! Life! Life!” Son and I disagreed on what happened to the man at the end. Watch it and decide.
Domine, non sum dignus, ut intres sub tectum meum, sed tantum dic verbo et sanabitur anima mea.
Lord, I am not worthy that thou shouldst enter under my roof, but only say the word and my soul shall be healed.
Last Sunday, the Little Soldier got to say these words right before he received Our Lord for the first time. It was an intensely happy moment for my husband and me, but also bittersweet. He’s the last of our children to make his First Holy Communion. In plainer language, we have no more little ones. Nor does it look likely that we shall have more, unless God provides a miracle. Don’t get me wrong. I have four amazingly beautiful, healthy children and I am forever grateful for that gift. But it does make my mother’s heart ache to think that my days of nursing and cuddling a baby are probably gone forever. I thank God for my children, for the gift of life, for the gift of Himself and that the whole family can now share in the joy of receiving His Life into ourselves.