And yet, it is the life we choose.
This morning our son, Scott and daughter in law, Julie, flew to Boston with our oldest grandchild, Jimmy (and their oldest child) to visit colleges. As they were leaving I remembered holding that little one when he was only minutes old…..and now he's holding the world and all its possibilities in his hands. It's the best of times …. and the most gut wrenching of times. Watching our son take his son to look at colleges is somewhat surreal. I keep shaking my head in disbelief, almost as if I'll find clarity. So much of this is heart wrenching.
And yet, it is the life we choose.
First of all, if I'm exhausted, I can only imagine the fatigue of Jesus and Mother Mary, after Calvary. Yet, there was unmistakable joy abounding…..for He had risen.
How much were we able to rise above this Lent? And what did we rise above from? Anything? Nothing? It's never too late to begin; we needn't have to worry about it.
Lord, please give me the peace of mind and body in knowing that you still help me to carry on...
If you've read my blog in past years you will see that EVERY year I say …."WHY is it called GOOD Friday?" It's horrible for Jesus! But I think I may have figured it out (still don't like it). It's GOOD Friday for all of US. He died, brutally crucified on a piece of wood for US, to redeem the world. All that terrible, unspeakable torment suffered out of love for the world.
Can there be any love as pure?
At 3:00 today I will attend our service at St James….veneration of the cross. it always saddens me and amazes me at the same time.
Today let us help someone else carry their cross…...
Dinner with your best friends…..so very special, a time of coming together, sharing food and thought.
Jesus blessed the bread and wine, transforming them into his body and blood. A good man told me that his life was changed when he saw the peace of mind that a dying relative received when given the Eucharist ….his last supper before entering into eternity.
God bless you….
Tomorrow marks the beginning of the three holiest days in the Catholic church. Each of these days is very signigicant in its own way. Holy Thursday reminds of Jesus' last supper with his beloved disciples. All were present, yet he knew that one of his own would sell him in minutes ! How must he have felt ? Disappointed? Angry? Compassionate? Puzzled? Deeply saddened? Maybe all of the above. But he stuck it out…..because he knew it was the all part of the divine plan.
What am I called to do to follow God's divine plan for me? What must I let go of….what binds me? What keeps me from His divine plan for me?
I have this crazy obsession with making crosses like the picture on the side on Palm Sunday. I make many so that I can give them out to children at mass. Their little eyes get big and they act as if I'd just given them a chocolate bar! My hope is that they will keep them in their rooms as a reminder. Actually people have told me that they still have ones from previous years. Thats a blessing that they keep them and that they enjoy new ones each year.
Aside from that, we begin the holiest week in the church.
I'm determined to make each day special, more aware of the journey our Saviour is about to take.
God's Blessings and Peace to each one of you.
While I was waiting for my grandchild to get out of school I noticed an interesting sign that tugged at my heart.
The sign read:
If you and your children are living in temporary housing, such as….
a motel, with a relative, a campground, a park, a shelter
You have the right to...
receive free lunch, free transportation, they would be able to attend the same school (irregardless of their location)...
How wonderful that these children are given rights. In situations such as domestic violence , which is prevalent everywhere, the children have no rights, no security. Yet the school recognizes their situation and assists in every way possible.
When I am worried or concerned (or a million other words for worry) about someone I love, I simply do not sleep. I pray, I have a cup of hot chocolate. I journal, I read….but nothing really works.
Last night/this morning was one of those days. Our little granddaughter, Meggan, had a severe migraine and nothing was working. These can last for days. The emergency medicine doesn't do what I'd like it to do (notice I said "I" want it to do). Because Meggan is only 10 1/2 the doctors are gradually introducing a stronger dose of the medicine. Today our daughter was going to take her to the ER because the pain was so severe. FInally a second dose of the "emergency" medicine took the edge off. I wish I could take this from her. She is rather shy and doesn't like to call attention to herself, so she is hesitant to tell anyone when they start. She doesn't want to be the center of attention. I just love her so much and wish there was a way to make them go away!!!
This morning our daughter in law was having surgery to remove her gallbladder. In my heart I knew she would be ok. Surgery went well , but she's in a lot of pain. I want to take that away, too!!!
So I say, "Dear Lord, why did you give me a caring heart? Why didn't you just give me the ability to be an instrument of healing?" There are no answers for this, I know.
I also know that telling someone who is worried and scared to just cool it doesn't work.
And, most importantly, when I love someone, I hate to see them suffer.
And so I pray "Dear Lord, help me to sleep
Even if I need to count sheep."
Nine years ago today this precious blond haired baby arrived. Ally Elizabeth, how you've grown. How, I wonder, did our little sweetheart get to be NINE???!!! You've packed a lot into these nine years, Ally. In the past year you have gone from dancing to theatre to singing in a rock band and another upcoming theatre experience! And in each area you are incredible. You don't realize it now, but your voice is amazing, Ally. And I love that when you sing, you put your heart and soul into it. You don't just sing words, you sing feelings.
In between all that is soccer and basketball….and school, of course. You're a gift to all who know you. I love your little stories about helping someone with special needs. You have a tenderness in your little heart, sweet Ally.
I wonder where the road of life will take you. You want to be a real rock star, and who knows, it could be….especially with your Uncle in LA.
I wish I could put into words all that my heart is feeling, but some things can only spoken heart to heart. I want you to always remember that you are beautiful inside and out. There is no one else like you in the whole world…and there never will be! And the world is a happier place because of you. Our lives are fuller.
Papa and I will always be here for you and always love you. Hmmm, my guess is you will probably take the "road less traveled…"
We are soooo glad you were born.
Rusty married her high school sweetheart, Jim. They have four children and seven adorable