Extravagance

I was looking for an old photo and I came upon a post I had written on Wrapped Moments many years ago. It still resonates with me and so I am re-posting here with just a few minor changes. It's about the extravagant use of our precious time.

"Father Michael challenged us to identify with some of the characters in the Passion Scripture readings. One of those he mentioned was the woman who poured out the costly contents of the alabaster jar to anoint the feet of Jesus. She did not just take a portion of the precious contents, but she broke the jar and poured out all she had. It was an extravagant gesture. To many it seemed that the contents were wasted. She could have graciously used a portion and saved the rest.

Father Michael challenged us to be extravagant in our relationship with Jesus, to be extravagant with our time. He asked us to think about 'wasting time' with Jesus in prayer.

I thought about all the other times I waste, whether it is listening to the same news over and again, or surfing the net, or just sitting with that second or third cup of coffee. And that may not be so bad. But I never thought about wasting time with Jesus. 

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We think about 'setting apart some time' for the Lord, and that is a good thing to do. But how about lingering in prayer when we could well be doing other things? How about 'wasting time' with Jesus? I just never thought about it in quite that way before...being extravagant with my time.

No time with the Lord is wasted. So why not be more generous?"

How to Persevere

I use a motivational running calendar. Yesterday in it I read about a man competing in an ironman triathalon. Less than 100 yards into the event, he felt a cramp in his leg. It painfully worsened as he was bicycling and then running. What kept him going? It was gratitude.

He focused on the fact that he was actually physically able to compete in a sport he loved. He appreciated the gentle warmth of the September day. He really enjoyed being with athletes and he felt the support of family and friends cheering him on. As intense as the pain was, he realized that "it's never all bad."

It is never all bad. Even in the most difficult of situations, we can find something good. We can look for something for which to be grateful. This may be cliche, but it's about an attitude of gratitude. And that may be just what is needed to keep going in difficult situations. 

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, for those who have been called according

 to his purpose. Romans 8:28

Resolved: To find the good in the most difficult situations.

"Who I Am"

My friends' daughter wrote a children's book. I bought a copy soon after I saw it was available.

After reading it, I gave it to my daughter to read. I asked her what she thought the message is. She replied, "that everyone has gifts, but other people may not be ready to see or accept your gifts, but the one who always sees your gifts is God. And even though other people do not want to receive your gifts, you shouldn't give up, but keep trying..."

Well, I thought that was a good response.

This is a wonderful book for children and even for adults, for parents and grandparents to read with their children. 

(Don't tell my grandson, but this will be his birthday gift.)

Heavenly Father, thank you that each of is unique and that each of us is wonderfully made. Thank you for all the gifts you bless us with to share with others. Please grant us opportunities to share our gifts
and to gratefully receive what others share with us,
with all honor, glory, and thanksgiving to you,
the Giver of all good gifts.

"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works..." Psalm 139:14.

"You Lift Us Up"

When our daughter was in grade school, she played on a softball team. Parents, family, and friends would come to watch the games. I'll never forget the time she was hit in the head by a fly ball. I not only saw it happen, but I could hear the "thud" as it hit her. The game stopped. I ran out into the field. The coach drove us to the doctor's office for her to be checked out. Thank God, no serious harm done.

Why did that happen? Was she momentarily distracted and not see the ball coming? Did she not have her glove ready to catch the ball? 

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I thought of that incident this morning when I read a commentary on the Biblical phrase: "He lifts up the lowly." The image of "lifting up" is that of a father scooping up his child into his arms and holding the child close and comforting the child. I thought of children playing freely, not always aware of dangers that may be around them. I thought about children who fall as they run and play, whose smiles turn into tears.

We the children of God the Father are the little ones, the lowly ones. We are sometimes hurt by circumstances in our lives, not always seeing troubles coming our way. Our Father is there to lift us up, to take us into his strong arms and hold us close. No matter what the dangers are that surround us, we can always trust him to be there. He is with us always.

Lord, That I May See

When I was in third grade, I had trouble seeing the blackboard from where I was sitting. At home I would get as up close to the TV as possible to see the programs. My Mom made an appointment for me to see the optometrist.

The optometrist put lenses in front of my eyes and asked, "Is this one better? Or the other one?" "Does this make it more clear?" - and he would continue doing this until the best possible lens would be chosen for my vision. When I put on my new glasses, I was astounded how sharp and clear everything looked!

In a way, I feel like my life has been somewhat "out of focus." With new and different responsibilities, what I see as the reality of my daily life has changed. When I try to look at life with my prior expectations and plans, I am discerning that this vision, with many of my comfortable routines, is not quite right. God's plan for me evolves as my circumstances change.

His plan is like the lens through which I can see the way before me. When I cling to my old way of seeing, my vision is  "blurry." The Lord wants to sharpen my vision, for me to see my situation as it really is here and now. It is when I accept his plan for my life in the present time that my thinking readjusts and my responses can once again realign according to his divine plan. And I am astounded at the magnificence and beauty all around me, even in the mundane details.

 

"Lord, that I may see." cf. Luke 18:41

"My Life is in Your Hands"

Every once in a while, life "throws us a curveball" that breaks into our daily routine and changes our circumstances. It may be an accident, an illness, an unexpected conflict, a loss...

This happened to me recently when a loved one needed to be hospitalized. Medical decisions needed to be made to provide the best care. There was uncertainty regarding response to treatment. My own daily life became centered on hospital visits and how to become supportive of someone in a strange environment and somewhat scared about the future. I am questioning how I can be most supportive of someone who is now limited in caring for self and who is feeling loss of personal independence.

In prayer I sensed the Lord saying, "Keep going one step in front of the other. Look for my Holy Spirit of Love to guide you along the way."

While driving home from another visit, I thought of this hymn:

"My life is in your hands."

Who Moved?

Back in the day most cars did not have dual seats for drivers and passengers. There was a front seat and a back seat. I recall a joke dating back to that time about a husband driving with his wife. The wife looked at her husband and said, "Remember when we were first married and how much you liked us to be sitting close to one another?" And he said, "Well, dear, I'm not the one who moved."

It's a little like that with ourselves and God our Father. When he feels distant to us, he is not the one who has moved.

I've been reading the book The Father by Fr. Mark-Mary Ames, CFR. I'm reflecting on chapter 2 about how the Father infinitely delights in caring for us his children. I am imagining a group of children happily playing in the yard, and a father watching them having so much fun. When one of the children is hurt, however, the loving father runs to that child, takes the child into his arms, wipes away the tears, and does everything he can to take away the pain. 

The Father is drawn to us in our need, in our wounds, in our weaknesses and sin. He is drawn to us because it is his delight to care for us. It's what a loving Father does, and he is most loving.

Sometimes we may have a tendency to want to avoid God when we think we are not perfect enough or holy enough to be with him. But in a way it is just the opposite. It is our need that draws him to us. We are created to depend on him. Sometimes the only prayer we feel we can pray is "Help!" And that prayer is always answered. It is his delight to help us.

Maybe this is why in the Gospels we read that Jesus was seen to be with prostitutes and other sinners. In a way he was drawn to be with them, as the Father is drawn to be with those who are in need.

Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

May we take delight in loving and serving others, as our Father takes delight in loving us.

Bye-bye, Tooth!

It was in church on Palm Sunday when I felt something like a little marble in my mouth. It was a crown on a tooth that had come loose.

I made an appointment with my dentist. She tried to save the tooth to replace the crown, but then said there was too much decay. "That tooth needs to be pulled out."

So I went to a dental specialist for the extraction. What an ordeal! I felt distress and pain. There was blood. Thankfully now the tooth is gone and healing is underway.

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There was a spiritual lesson for me in this experience. I began to think about the little ongoing sins and bad habits that have become part of my life. If I am to become the person God calls me to be, those sins and their decaying effects and those bad habits have got to go. I cannot do it on my own. I need a "Specialist;" I need Jesus.

I admit and face the fact that I do have problems in my life. Problems I cannot fix on my own. I no longer want to try to hide them or deny them, but bring them to Jesus as openly as I am able. There can be distress and pain in doing this. And there is blood, but this time it is His blood that has been shed to take away all my sins.

Only when I do this can inner healing take place. Burdens are lifted. New peace and joy and strength flow into me. "Thank you, Jesus, for taking away our sins. Thank you, Jesus, for the healing."

As for me, I call to God,

    and the Lord saves me.

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Evening, morning and noon

    I cry out in distress,

    and he hears my voice...

Cast your cares on the Lord

    and he will sustain you;...

But as for me, I trust in you.

Psalm 55: 16-17; 22-23

It's Going to be All Right

I heard that one can expect to experience trials during Holy Week. This is Holy Week.

I've been feeling overwhelmed with all that I think I need to be doing. I have family medical issues I need to face and deal with. When I turn on the news, what I hear is not good. Yesterday I felt discouraged. And I am tired.

Last night I went to Mass and Adoration. I was grateful to come into the most Holy Presence of Jesus, just to be with Him.

This morning I awoke with more peace, hope and energy. I know that everything is going to be all right. Life is good. God is good always. Praise be to our merciful and most loving God, our Redeemer.

Lenten Transformation

After watching a recent Poco a Poco podcast, I am reflecting on the Good Samaritan parable (Luke 10: 30 - 35), especially with a desire for a personal transformation during this Lenten season.

I am thinking of myself as the one on the wayside, parts of me broken, wounded, in need of healing. When I am aware of hurting, it's an experience of poverty. I cannot heal myself.

Jesus is the Good Samaritan. He will find me in my deepest need. He is seeing me with all my woundedness, weakness, and pain. He is not passing me by. He will find me even in the darkness.

He sees me. He stops to be with me. He anoints my wounds. He bandages me with love. He takes me to "the inn," to our Father's house. He asks me to rest here, to rest in his Father's arms while the healing, while the process of transformation takes place. All he asks that I trust him.

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"My Jesus, I trust in you."

Jesus, Take the Wheel

I'm reading Mary and the Interior Life by Fr. Shryock, CFR. In the first chapter he describes surrender and control with the example of driving in the car with Jesus.

When I have the wheel and Jesus is in the passenger seat, I listen to him give me directions to our destination. If he says, "Turn right," then I turn right. When he says, "Slow down," that's what I do. I am very attentive to him as we drive along.

Then he says, "How about if I take the wheel?" And I give him the keys and I sit in the passenger seat. But I soon learn that Jesus does not drive like I would drive. Sometimes he seems to go too fast for conditions. Or he takes a rough back road full of potholes. And sometimes he even seems to be asleep behind the wheel! I become anxious and maybe not trust the way he is driving, and I want to take back contol.

The author is writing about Mary's total surrender. I can't wait to read more. There are 14 chapters about the 14 Biblical moments in Mary's life.This book is based on a retreat he gave, 14 talks about Mary.

Mary our Mother, Help us say "Yes!" to God when He
invites us to trust him. Jesus is our Way,
our Father's house is our destination. 

Footprints in the Snow

I like to look out the window in the morning, like I did this sunny morning, and see the footprints in the snow, footprints made by animals and birds that have come into our yard. I don't always see the bunnies and the squirrels or other animals (like the deer), but I know they've been here. I see the impressions they have made.

I began to wonder, what are the impressions I leave behind me? Is it disorder or a mess? Any attempts to deceive? The echo of impatient harsh words?... Or do I leave behind me the results of loving service? The healing effect of kind and attentive words? The beauty of having created something new?

We leave impressions wherever we go. Some may be hardly visible and others very deep. People may even bear the scars of our hurtful actions long after we are gone. Or hopefully we leave behind us the impressions of love, beauty, truth, kindness.

Wherever I go, may I follow in the footsteps of Jesus.

Come!

We have a little Beagle named Stella. When I call her, "Come," she takes her sweet time. Whe wanders this way and that way, searching for crumbs she might find on the floor, and being distracted by scents in the air that only she can smell.

When I say, "Treat," or if I rattle her treat jar, she looks up and sometimes runs to me.

Is it something like that when God calls to me? I am so easily distracted by what I see around me, looking for something else that would please me. However, when I am hoping for a special favor (a "treat") from him, or when I am praying for a special intention, I tend to focus more intensely on him.

I think the Lord would have us focus on him for the mighty, glorious, amazing God he is, and not as much on the favors gives. He longs for a personal relationship with each of us. All of our desires truly are completely fulfilled in and with him.

"Come, Stella, let's go for a walk," and Stella comes running to me.

"Come, my beloved. Come to Me and let us walk together
 to places you have never been,"
and may I come running to Him.

A New Year, New Resolutions

It is the beginning of a new year and a time when many of us are making "resolutions" to improve our lives, to become better people...

One of the gifts our daughter gave me for Christmas is a Bible study book. Toward the beginning of the book, one of the questions is about reflecting on the purpose of one's life. What is it that gives my life meaning? What is God's plan for me in my current circumstances? When I know my purpose, I can then make resolutions that will direct me in fulfilling that purpose.

What about the people who are closest to me? My family? My friends? Or even the people I encounter during the activities of my day? They, too, have a divine purpose. How about making resolutions to encourage and support others to accomplish their purpose in life?

How can I support my husband in fulfilling his responsibilities? How can I encourage our daughters to become the women they are called to be? What are simple actions I can take that can make life easier for others?

This year may my resolutions be not so much about improving myself and my own life, but about what I can practically do this year do to be more helpful to others.

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  “Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing.” 1 Thessalonians 5:11

Hearing God's Word

I was "flipping through the channels" looking for something to watch on TV. I stopped at CatholicTV. A priest and a layman were talking about the grace of God being active in our lives.

During the presentation, the layman said that he likes hearing the readings at Sunday Mass as if for the first time. He listens for a phrase or a sentence or two, or even just a word - that makes an impression on him. This is how the Lord is communicating with him. He recalls the word of God during prayer time and during the week. This is a way to experience the Liturgy of the Word and to live it out each day. A very simple thing to do.

So Sunday I listened for a word of God in the readings that touched my heart. I thought about what it meant for me personally. I thought about how I would respond to that word in my daily life. I wrote it down - just a few phrases of Scripture, and I will be referring to it each day until next Sunday (and maybe even longer).

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Thank you, Jesus, that you are the Living Word from the Father who has come to be with us in our every situation, in our every circumstance. Keep us faithful to you, that we may hear you and respond to you, and to the people you bring into our lives, with love.
All praise and honor and glory to you forever.

Let It Rain

I recall someone saying to me a few years ago, "When it rains, that's when God is pouring out his blessings. When it rains, look for blessings." That is a positive and comforting thought, especially when an outdoor event is planned and on that day comes the rain. When storm clouds are drenching the ground with rain, God is drenching us with his blessings. 

I thought about that again when I heard this song on my car radio, "Bring the Rain."

 

It can be easy to praise God when all is going well. But on days we feel pain or doubts or distress, when we wonder "Where is God?" in all that we are going through, it can be difficult to find reason to give thanks or to praise God.

Our faith tells us that God is with us always. He never abandons us. He is in the midst of what we are going through. Our circumstances change, but God does not change. And we praise him for who he is in our good times and in not so good times.

In heaven we will be rejoicing and praising him forever. There will be no pain, no doubts, no distress. While we are here on earth is the only time we can praise him during often difficult times. Our faithfulness is precious to him. 

Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

Great Expectations

When I was reading my Magnificat prayer book, one line from the writings of Pope Benedict XVI stood out for me. It was about person feeling hopeless who said, "No one is expecting me."

"No one is expecting me."

I wondered, who are the people in my life who expect to see me, to meet me, to be with me? How does that make me feel? Honored? Respected and valued? Loved? (If I am honest, sometimes I may be a little nervous that I will not measure up to their expectations!)

Whom do I expect to meet during the course of my day? Do I look forward to encounters with others?

I do really look forward to seeing my family and grandchildren. I want them to know how much I love them.

What about the "strangers" I happen to pass by? Do I leave the house with anticipation of whom I may providentially meet? Maybe someone at a restaurant? Or the gym? Maybe in line at the post office? Or at the grocery store, etc., etc.

How can I show those who are strangers to me that they are deserving of honor and respect? That they are welcomed? Truly each person is valued and loved by God. How do I extend the love of God to others? 

Unwrapping the Gift

When I was about 10 years old, I gave my Mom a gift. I wanted to see her joy at unwrapping the gift, almost as much as her joy in seeing the gift itself. So I put the gift in a box, wrapped it, and then I put it into another box, and into another bigger box, and another. It would take her awhile to unwrap it.

That memory came to me this morning as I was thinking about the gift of life from God our Father. Each day a little more of the gift is "unwrapped." We discover the experiences, situations, relationships, and adventures that life contains. Sometimes the unwrapping can be a struggle.

I cannot help but believe that there is so much more to discover about the gift of life, like continually unwrapping to see what it holds for us. 

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For the gift of life, for all the gifts He gives, let us give thanks. For the gift of Jesus, let us give thanks.

"Oh, my aching back!"

I've had an aching back. It's slowing me up and I feel discouraged by this. I do know that God speaks to me in every circumstance. What is he saying to me in this situation?

I know that what I am suffering is so very little, hardly significant, as to what many others are suffering physically and emotionally. Experiencing even a little suffering can let me become truly more compassionate, especially with those around me who are in any kind of pain. I know by experience, even in a small way, what others are going through.

I am keenly aware of my own pain with most every move. And so I move slowly. I move carefully. I appreciate more than ever freedom of movement.

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My faith tells me that I am part of the Body of Christ, in communion with other Christians. I am connected to others. "If one part of the body suffers, all the parts suffer with it..." I Corinthians 12:26.

Am I ever a source of pain to others? By my thoughtlessness? By judging others? By greed? By selfishness? By harsh words? By neglect? How do I inflict needless pain? Do I offend others?

And so I am aware - I need to become more aware - of how I relate to others. I need to become more aware so as not to cause pain. May my thoughts, words, and actions offer respect and healing love.

Out of compassion, what can I do today to relieve the suffering of others? What can I do to offer healing love?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph

When Bishop Fulton J. Sheen would present one of his famous chalk talks, he would quickly write "JMJ" at the top fo the blackboard.

When I was in Catholic grade school, we would write "JMJ" at the top of our papers. I think it was a reminder for us to do our best work.

Recently when I watched a Poco a Poco Podcast, one of the friars spoke of hospitality in the Nazareth home of Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

When one offers hospitality, she or he helps others feel at home. The guests are received and welcomed just as they are. They can relax and enjoy good conversation, perhaps a meal, and come to know each other in a more familiar way. The friar suggested that, in prayer, we could ask Jesus, Mary, and Joseph to invite us into their home, into their communion with one another, which is a share in the communion of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

If I were invited into the home in Nazareth, what would I see? What would I hear?
How would I be received?
What would my experience of being with the Holy Family be like? How would it affect me?
What would I want to share with them?

I believe Jesus, Mary, and Joseph had profound love for one another, and profound love and hospitality for anyone who came into their presence. 

As a follower of Jesus, I too am asked to offer hospitality to others. I can "create a space" for others to be truly themselves, to feel that I am listening to their concerns and observations, that I really care. I can take the time to be present to others whom I encounter (even when I am inconvenienced!), that they feel valued and appreciated. I can allow the love of Jesus to touch our hearts. 

Matthew 18: 20 -  "For where two or three are gathered together in my name, I am there among them." 

Reaping What We Sow

It's almost time to plant the garlic. I love growing garlic. In autumn, put a single clove about four inches into the ground and in late summer reap a whole bulb of garlic.

All I need is a small area of soil. Once planted, the clove grows by itself with no help from me.

Obviously, when I plant a clove of garlic, I won't reap potatoes or onions... I'll reap several cloves of garlic contained in one bulb.

Yesterday I received a prayer ministry manual from friends. At the very begining of the study it speaks of "reaping what we sow." When we sow goodness, "we set in motion forces" that cause goodness to grow and expand. If we sow evil thoughts or deeds, however, the result is evil. That is how God's laws work.

So today I am trying to be more aware of good thoughts I have about others, and of even very small things I do to "plant goodness" wherever I go.

I also know that there is no evil that is insignificant. Like the small clove of garlic that is planted in the soil and is hidden where no one sees it, it is growing. It is growing like the clove that naturally multiplies into several cloves. Even the smallest unkindness towards others has consequences.

Lord God,
Thank you for all of creation,
even for the smallest of garlic cloves
that multiply for harvest.
By your Holy Spirit
please inspire me to think good thoughts today.
Inspire me to do good works -
even a simple smile, kindness, respect, a prayer.
Please multiply all the goodness that I sow,
that your Kingdom come, your will be done
on earth as it is in heaven, for your glory.
Amen.

Put Down the Bucket

We have had a lot of rain, so much that our state has had major flooding. The ground is super-saturated. It was during this time that I was driving and I actually saw a woman with a hose who appeared to be watering her garden! I could hardly believe what I was seeing.

This reminds me of a teaching I heard about prayer - "put down the bucket."

The teaching was that growing in our relationship with God is like watering the garden. At first "the garden" may seem far away and it takes a lot of effort to tend to it. It's like we have to fill our bucket with water and and carry it all the way to water the garden. This means finding the time for prayer and being disciplined to being faithful to that time. We may use prayer books to read our prayers. We use inspirational books to guide our prayer. It means avoiding distractions to keep focused on the Lord. Prayer seems like work. But then...

we discover a stream of God's grace close to the garden. We dip our bucket into the stream and we do not have to carry the bucket quite so far. God seems so much closer to us. And then...

it begins to rain! We are in the garden and the rains come. It may be gentle, or it may be a downpour. We begin to experience the mercies, the favor, the blessings, the healing, the grace of being in God's divine presence. We experience an outpouring of the Holy Spirit. We are refreshed. Let the rains come. It's time to put down the bucket and just be in God's presence soaking up all His love. However...

the drought may come again. It seems that the rain has stopped, the stream has dried up, and it takes a lot of effort to faithfully pick up that bucket to keep the garden watered. That's okay. It's the work of prayer. And the result is a healthy garden, a fruitful relationship with our Lord. His grace makes it possible.

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O Lord, you are the faithful one. You are continually calling us to a closer relationship with you. Please keep us faithful in prayer, that we may grow in our relationship. Thank you for all of your mercies, favors, and blessings. Glory be to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit now and forever. Amen.

Kingdom, Come!

Yesterday I had another follow-up exam by the doctor. I was feeling nervous - nervous about the procedure and a little nervous about the results. When thoughts of cancer recurrence crossed my mind, I dismissed them and thanked God for healing.

I asked the Lord to be with me during that appointment.

Praise God, I did receive a good report. The doctor said that there are not even any signs of the radiation treatments that I had which had showed up on previous exams.

What a relief! And again a feeling of being set free.

On the drive home I was listening to the radio. Matt Maher's song was on, and - alone in the car - I began singing along with a very grateful heart.

 

May His Kingdom come into our hearts, into our lives, and into our world. 

"For the Kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours forever!" 

The Spilled Drink

My husband called up to me from the kitchen. "There's an accident here!"

"Oh, no, did the dog have an accident?"

"No, I spilled a drink."

So I went downstairs to see a large container of mango juice from the refrigerator splashed across the kitchen floor. "Oh, no!"

I was clearly not happy. I grabbed one, two, three towels to wipe up the juice. Then I got the Swiffer mop and went over the area one, two, three times. I was feeling a little upset with my husband for being so clumsy, but I know I need to forgive.

Good news is that the floor in the kitchen is freshly mopped. (It needed it.)

I went upstairs to make the bed. I then accidentally knocked over a floral arrangement in a glass vase that had a lot of very tiny glass pebbles in it. Oh, no! Clumsy me! Accidents happen. I had to smile. "Good one, God." 

All is forgiven. Life is good. Praise God in all circumstances.

In the Kitchen

I was reading about how our mission as Christians is to expand the Kingdom of God. So I asked the Lord, "How are you asking me to expand your Kingdom?"

"Begin in the kitchen." 

The kitchen! Really? (I was hoping to hear of a more lofty mission.) 

"The kitchen. Write it down." 

I do spend a lot of time in the kitchen. I am aware that I sometimes complain - if not out loud, but to myself - of the loads of dishes and pots and pans that need washing. And of how bored I can be doing those routine meal preparations, like peeling potatoes and carrots, and how I'd rather be doing something else. And, honestly, I don't really like unloading the groceries from the car and putting them away (especially after a Costco trip!). 

I began thinking about the kitchen being the heart of the home where we gather, share conversations, are nourished. Is our kitchen as clean and welcoming as it deserves to be? 

The kitchen is definitely a place where the Lord can work on changing my attitude in doing chores. And it's a place where I have daily opportunities to be creative with meals and to show my family and friends how much they are valued and loved. 

When I am alone in the kitchen and loading the dishwasher, I do praise and thank the Lord. Moments of drudgery can truly become moments of joy. 

I am reminded that St. Therese of Lisieux once said, “to pick up a pin for love of God can save souls.” I can certainly set the table and load the dishes for the love of God. 

May His Kingdom come, His will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Unless You Become Like LIttle Children...

My daughter said to pick him up at 3 PM. That's when the school bus comes. I was at the bus stop before 3 PM, just in case the bus would arrive early.

3 o'clock came and no bus. I waited and waited and watched. I anticipated the bus coming at any time.

Finally! I saw the bus coming down the street. I was so eager to see my grandson whom I hadn't seen in quite some time. Then he got off the bus, he saw me, and he came running to me with arms wide open. 

I braced myself. He was running and I didn't want to get knocked over! And he gave me a most precious hug. Joy! 

"Hi! How are you? How was school today?" ...

Today I'm thinking about how God our Father is waiting for us. He is waiting for us to come to him with confidence and trust and with open arms and open hearts. He is waiting for our love, like a precious hug.

He longs to speak personally with each of us. We need to come running towards him to hear his words to us.

"How are you? How is your day?" He wants to hear from us. He wants us to know how very much he loves us and that he cares for each detail of our lives. And his love is everlasting.

“I have loved you with an everlasting love;
I have drawn you with unfailing kindness." Jeremiah 31:3

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"Stop interrupting me!"

So often I am in the middle of doing something, and someone comes along and interrupts me. When I begin watching a favorite program, the phone rings... Just as I sit down to eat, the dog decides she needs to go out... I'm in the middle of a really good book and my husband needs help with something - now... I'm praying and someone walks in on me...etc., etc. It sometimes seems like my life is full of interruptions. Too often my response is to feel aggravated or resentful.

I became aware of this while reading Jacques Philippe's book Interior Freedom and how he describes St. Therese of Lisieux's perspective on being interrupted. She had very little "free time" in the convent, and just when she did find the time to write or to paint, someone would come in and ask for her help. She decided to choose interruptions in her life, to welcome them. Therefore she would not become aggravated or resentful. She remained in peace. When, however, no one would interrupt her, she accepted this as a "charming present" from the Lord.

Yesterday I decided that I, too, would welcome interruptions. And yesterday I was really challenged; it seemed like I was interrupted more than usual. I still felt somewhat resentful of the demands made on "my time," but I was reminded that "my time" is to serve others and not myself.

Lord Jesus, Thank you for the gift of time and for the opportunity to work on projects and to serve others. Please keep reminding me of the Scripture "the Son of Man came not to be served, but to serve," (cf. Mark 10:45), and that if I am to follow you, I am also here to serve others, and not myself. To you be all the glory now and forever. Amen.

St. Therese of Lisieux, pray for us.

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My Journey

Recently I had a complete set of scans. Results indicated no evidence of cancer. Wow. 

Having been diagnosed with 2 different kinds of cancer, and being successfully treated for both, I feel amazed and grateful. It's like I've been given a new opportunity to live a healthy life to its fullest. 

It's been a journey of faith in our Almighty God. 

Today I looked back at what I had posted on August 3, 2019, and I see this as true today as the day I had written it. Read about it here:

Journey

Thanks be to God.

Unstuck From the Muck

I'm eager to get my garden in. The other day I planted peas, beets, and onions. It was muddy from the recent rain.

As I tried to move away from the garden, I felt stuck. My garden shoe had sunk into the mud. Water was puddling around my feet. It was with real effort that I pulled my foot out of the mud. The shoe was filthy. I'd have to clean my shoes before going into the house.

This morning I read Colosians 1:13: He rescued us from the power of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of his beloved Son. I envisioned God pulling me up out of the muck of sin in which I was stuck. I am set free. With his Holy Spirit he cleanses me so that I am fit to dwell in his house. I no longer live in darkness, but I dwell in the kingdom of God. I live in the kingdom of God!

It's not that he will rescue me, but that he has already rescued me. I don't want to go back to the muck.

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"Just in Time"

Sometimes I include a favorite hymn or a specifically Christian song in my posts. Not today. Today it's Tony Bennett.

During moring prayer, I was thinking about how Jesus is always with us - in the good times and in the not-so-good times. He is even with us in our daily chores.

Later in the day I got into the car to do some grocery shopping. I thought about Jesus being with me, even during routine shopping trips. As I started the car, a CD began playing. It was one that our daughter had given us of Tony Bennett. The song he was singing was "Just in Time." I couldn't help but relate some of the lyrics to a relationship with Jesus.

"You found me just in time... No more doubts and fears, I've found my way."

I found a youtube version of this song that was posted to share: