Monday, October 29, 2012

Not Practically Perfect in Any Way

As with any vocation: the single life, marriage, religious life, diaconate, priesthood, parenting, taking care of children, the sick, the elderly, the poor…it can seem monumental when we grasp even part of the responsibility and accountability attached. 
     
When most aware of my sinfulness, many faults and flaws, and the mistakes I’ve made (and often continue to make), I shudder to think that others are looking to me and learning from what I do and say.  

Children are little sponges, soaking up all the words, actions, gestures, and feelings around them.  It’s a huge responsibility to take care of them and really nurture them. 
     
It’s also a monumental task to guide others in the faith, or more accurately, to walk with them on the journey, take care of them, and really nurture them.  It can be a daunting undertaking knowing all along that we have much to learn from them, perhaps more than they’ll learn from us. 
     
I’ve gotten into the most trouble when I have distanced myself from others, feeling like my experiences, outlook on life, or the fact that I haven’t succumbed to some of the temptations that they’ve submitted to makes me somehow more advanced spiritually, closer to God, and/or in a better place to judge or admonish others. 
     
It’s far too easy to write others off as not as advanced or experienced in this or that.  What’s much more challenging (and more Christian) is to discover their strengths and learn from them.  Encouraging them to grow in areas of weakness can often be done best by sharing our own pitfalls and failings as proof that we’re all works-in-progress. 
    
Just like couples aren’t going to have all of their issues worked out before they get married, and parents aren’t going to be perfect role models when their kids are born, there are many things we’re called to do that God prepares us for ahead of time and then gives us the grace to accept the on-the-job training necessary to live out the vocations to which He’s called us. 
     
Sometimes, we have to look back at where we were in order to appreciate more fully where we are now.  In many circumstances, it will be our previous experiences with sorrows, hurts, losses, and dissatisfaction that will allow us to be truly present and compassionate to others who are going through (or feeling) something similar. 
     
We will be the most effective if we move forward cognizant of our failures and weaknesses, especially when we see the inadequacies of others and are tempted to judge them or look down on them.  “There, but for the grace of God, go I” is a great quote to keep in mind.  We don’t know another person’s situation completely, and we don’t know what we would do if we were in his/her place. 
     
Each one of us is broken.  Every single person has things in his/her past that he/she isn’t proud of.  We all are weak, are tempted, sin, and are in need of forgiveness and the Lord’s mercy.  When we distance ourselves from others, then it’s much harder for us to feel their pain, so we aren’t as motivated to try to alleviate it. 
    
It can be quite risky to be open up and be honest with others that we’re not anywhere close to being like Mary Poppins: “practically perfect in every way.” Only by the grace of God and the salvation offered to us by Jesus Christ will we even have a chance at eternal life. 
     
Each and every one of us is called to be holy, to live by the Gospel, to love others in the sacrificial, self-giving, compassionate way that Christ does.  Throughout the Bible, we are shown how those who place their trust in the Lord instead of themselves and other men are the ones who God works through in the most amazing, miraculous ways. 
     
Some of the people in our lives could very well still have the mindset that heavy drinking, doing drugs, watching porn, shirking responsibility, neglecting prayer…isn’t going to hinder them from having a good, meaningful life which leads us to eternal life with God. 
     
It could be said that our ability to influence others is directly proportional to our humility, honesty, and vulnerability with others.  If people think we’re perfect and have even part of our life totally figured out and completely under control, then they’re much less like to discuss things with us than if they sometimes see us rundown, worn out, angry, sad, or disappointed.  Others want to be healed, and some can be by what we are able to offer them if we allow God to move freely in and through us. 
     
If ever we think that we’re the only one who has ever felt a certain way, then we’re wrong.  The more we let down our guard around others, especially with those whom God has shown us we can trust and open up with, the more likely we’ll be to see how similar our struggles really are even though the specific details and outside circumstances might be vastly different. 
     
We all are made to love and be loved.  We all long to be wanted, accepted, affirmed.  We want people who will really listen and be present with us.  We want to know that we’re not alone in what we’re thinking, feeling, struggling with, rejoicing over, questioning, discerning...  We want to make a difference in the world and make things better for others.  We need to feel that we’re part of something much bigger than ourselves and know that our existence has a much greater, longer-lasting, eternally significant purpose than we can see at present.    
     
I’ve often said that I’m too selfish and sinful to make marriage work.  It’s true; the only way I ever would have agreed to this vocation was knowing that’s what God was calling me to and had placed in my heart, so I could be sure that regardless of my insecurities and shortcomings, He would give us what we needed to make it work.  I know that only through the grace of God can I even attempt to share every aspect of my life with my husband and glorify Him through the gift, covenant, and sacrament of our marriage.  I’ll never be perfect in any way, but the closer I draw to God, the closer I will be to the Source of Love and to Kevin. 
     
Could it be said of us that on our own we are too self-centered and sinful to fill the role of being Christ to others?  Is there any one of us that needs Christ’s saving grace and limitless mercy any less than the next person? 
     
If I look at what’s happening around me and my inability to change, fix, or heal it, I get discouraged, frustrated, and angry.  If I look to the Lord, and rest in His ability to take care of everything, then I am inspired, loving, and peaceful. 
     
I realize that so often much of what I write are things I need to be reminded of, take to heart, and do a better job of living out.  We’re all in this together with God’s help.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Where There Is Love, There Is God

Where There Is Love, There Is God incorporates the essentials of faith in action, particularly for those serving the poor, sick, orphaned or dying.  This would be a good book for someone just learning about Blessed Mother Teresa and the Missionaries of Charity.  It is likely if you’ve read several other books by and/or about Mother Teresa, you will recognize many of the stories and quotes.  That doesn’t make them any less amazing, of course, but less shocking than the first time hearing or reading about them. 
     
Many of the stories, phrases, and philosophies Blessed Mother Teresa lived and spoke about are repeated numerous times throughout Where There Is Love, There Is God.  More than once, I flipped a few pages back to see part of the same quote I had just read a little farther ahead.  Normally this much repetition of the same quotes and stories with only a little variation or different subject heading would frustrate the copy editor in me, but for some reason, in this book, the effect was a powerful one. 
     
The meaning of the words really sank in, the lessons of love, importance of growing in holiness, of reaching out to those in need, and seeking God’s will above all else kept lapping at the shore of my heart and soul—eroding any of the familiarity I have with Blessed Mother Teresa’s life, legacy, and ministry, that might make me glaze over things I’ve read or heard elsewhere. 
     
I really enjoyed the quotes that music missionary, Danielle Rose, has put to music.  Those resonate deeply with me as I have all of her songs memorized.  Knowing about Danielle Rose’s connection with Mother Teresa and her time working with the Missionaries of Charity helped me appreciate the book as reminiscent of Scripture as well as of her music. 
     
For more information or to purchase your own copy of Where There Is Love, There Is God, click here.  I received this book for free from WaterBrookMultnomah Publishing Group for this review.   

Friday, October 26, 2012

7 Quick Takes Friday (Vol. 73)


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To People of Goodwill We’ve donated right many carloads of things this week (and in previous months) as we cleaned out the last of the stuff at my mom’s house.  Still a bit hard to believe we’d moved into it after my sophomore year of high school, the summer I met Kevin for the first time.  I left the house for the last time Wednesday evening, leaving my keys on the counter.  It would probably feel even more strange if everything was moved out at once and furniture sold over a weekend, but it’s been weeks in the making, and hasn’t really been my mother’s home and our family gathering place for quite some time.    

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Cause Ya Gotta Have Friends! Kevin and I are incredibly blessed to have many wonderful friends.  These past few weeks, we’ve been particularly grateful for those who have pitched in with the monumental moving-everything-out-of-Mom’s task.  Nancy, Gwen, Leslie, and Jeff, thank you so very, very much for your help, which was truly acting as the Body of Christ for us.  With yours as some of the hearts and hands that Jesus has on earth now, God’s love has been and will be felt.  May God shower you with blessings in abundance!
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Who me? Couldn’t Be! For two people who can so easily see and affirm how God is working in and through others in amazing, miraculous, significant ways, my husband and I sure have a lot of trouble seeing our own potential and greater sense of purpose.  Fortunately, we can see and point out that which is good and holy in each other, even during those times when we can’t see it in ourselves. 
     God, in His Infinite Wisdom, reminded Kevin and me each in very specific ways this week that He loves us and that He has been and will continue to use our lives by working in and through us. 
     Since Kevin likes to keep it simple and isn’t one for reading at length, his came in a fortune cookie: “You lead a useful life no matter what riches are coming to you.” J  He kept this little piece of paper to show me, knowing immediately it was part of the reassurance from God that his life has purpose even if we aren’t where we’d hoped to be or thought we would be at this stage in our lives. 
     That very same day, I came across the following quote from Blessed Mother Teresa in a book I’m reading and reviewing Where There Is Love, There is God.  : “What is the reason for our existence?  We are here to satiate the thirst of Jesus…to proclaim the love of Christ, the thirst of Jesus for souls…by the holiness of our lives” (pg. 173).  Does God know me well, or what?  Not only did he answer my question, but He included the question within the response just to make sure I was paying attention. 
     I always say that if we’re still on earth than, God can still work in and through us, but Kevin and I both appreciated our very personalized reminders that He’s not finished with us yet.  Read the full post Back on Track: Fully Relying on God (FROG).

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Me and Theresa a few years back dressed as
Disney Divas: Mulan & Tinkerbell
Best Halloween Treat Ever! Twenty-one years ago on October 31 my youngest sister Theresa was born while my other sister and I were out trick-or-treating with friends.  This is what our friend’s dad was blasting from his car stereo when he got the phone call and told us the news.  I could never have known how much joy and love she would bring into our family!  Love you lots, Miss Reesa Lynn, and am grateful for the many blessings you have brought and continue to bring into our lives.  My prayer for you is that you will come to know the Lord on a deeper level and choose to serve Him in whatever ways will glorify Him the most and allow His love to shine in and move through you to others.   
 
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Halloween Party: Chirp Chapter One of my Christ Renews His Parish (CRHP) sisters hosts a costume party at her house each year.  The usual suspects might not look like this when you see them this weekend.  This is the photo of some of my CRHP sisters at a recent gathering we had for lunch and discussion of the book Heaven Is For Real
 
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Birthday Blessings This week, I’ve had a number of surprises and lovely gifts of people’s time, talent, creativity, and thoughtfulness.  Earlier this week, Michele delivered a card and a "glory bee" to our door.  Last night Jeff and Laura had us over for a pizza, peach iced tea, and pie pre-birthday party. How's that for alliteration?  This morning Kevin gave me a beautiful card.  My mom left signs on my car "You were my first joy baby!" "Happy Birthday! Love, Mom," then my mom and sister Mary came over to visit me at work and brought lunch and presents. That plus time with my three fave cuties, dinner with Carl, Jess, Kevin, and the girls at Olive Garden, and a call from our best friend has indeed made it a special day!
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Discerning God’s Will A number of friends have talked about and have been in the throws of discerning God's will.  I'd like to recommend that you see one of the upcoming performances of an original play about St. Teresa of Avila written, directed, and performed by a local actress, who before too long will be entering a cloistered Carmelite community in California.  She's a God-loving, Harley Davidson riding woman of God you may have heard about.  To find out when and where you can see her amazing play Teresita, click here.
Head over to Conversion Diary, to read Jen Fulwiler's wonderful tradition of 7 Quick Takes Friday.

Back on Track: Fully Relying On God (FROG)

John Baab, Me, and Kevin at the inner harbor in Baltimore, Maryland. Oct. 20, 2012.
Last Friday, Kevin and I drove up to Baltimore after work to go visit our best friend/beloved brother John Baab at St. Mary’s Seminary, where he began his first year this fall.  We got to be the first people to visit him from Richmond and stay overnight.  It was neat to spend time with him there, see where he’s living, studying, praying, dining…and meet some of his fellow seminarian classmates, professors/priests, etc. 
     
Because it was a “free weekend,” John didn’t have a bunch of scheduled mandatory activities to do, so we got to spend some quality time together, just the three of us.  Friday night we hung out in the guest suite where Kevin and I stayed. It’s on the floor below where John’s dorm is. 
     
It was really nice to sit around and talk, laugh, and catch up after two months of texting sporadically, talking over the phone occasionally, and seeing John in person only once for a couple of hours when he made a whirlwind trip to Richmond for the deacon ordination held on Oct. 13, 2012. 
    
Saturday morning, we had a continental breakfast with John and met a few of his friends there, then he gave us a tour of the huge building, including the classrooms, library, chapel, recreation areas, and his dorm room. 
     
We met in the smaller of the two main chapels for daily Mass at 11:30am since so many people were away that weekend.  It was a treat to have different priests say Mass.  Since they do have so many priests there, they have quite a variety in who presides at Mass and who preaches, which John has appreciated and we also liked. 
    
Later on, I took a walk around the campus to see the grounds on the beautiful day.  I was feeling a bit down, again wondering “why am I here?”  Not “why am I at St. Mary’s Seminary in Baltimore (obviously we went to spend some quality time with John), but “why am I alive” in a general sense, “what’s my greater purpose for being on this earth and what difference will that make in time and eternity?”
     
Last weekend Kevin was also feeling stressed and overwhelmed, in part, due to the insane traffic patterns in DC, a trying work week, and some of his own questioning about his usefulness to others, to God...
     
For two people who can so easily see and affirm how God is working in and through others in amazing, miraculous, significant ways, my husband and I sure have a lot of trouble seeing our own potential and greater sense of purpose.  Fortunately, we can see and point out that which is good and holy in each other, even during those times when we can’t see it in ourselves.  John is also someone who knows us very well, and loves us anyway.  He's been wonderful about reminding us Christ is with us and in us, and that our marriage indeed glorifies the Lord.  We love John dearly and are blessed to be in his life to remind him God cherishes him, always has, always will.
     
In addition to our time with John and extra prayer opportunities, God, in His Infinite Wisdom, reminded Kevin and me each in very specific ways this week that He loves us and that He has been and will continue to use our lives by working in and through us. 
     
Since Kevin likes to keep it simple and isn’t one for reading at length, his came in a fortune cookie: “You lead a useful life no matter what riches are coming to you.” J  He kept this little piece of paper to show me, knowing immediately it was part of the reassurance from God that his life has purpose even if we aren’t where we’d hoped to be or thought we would be at this stage in our lives. 
     
That very same day, I came across the following quote from Blessed Mother Teresa in a book I’m reading and reviewing Where There Is Love, There is God: “What is the reason for our existence?  We are here to satiate the thirst of Jesus…to proclaim the love of Christ, the thirst of Jesus for souls…by the holiness of our lives” (pg. 173).  Does God know me well, or what?  Not only did he answer my question, but He included the question within the response just to make sure I was paying attention. 
     
I always say that if we’re still on earth, then God can still work in and through us, but Kevin and I both appreciated our very personalized reminders that He’s not finished with us yet.
    
You, Lord, are ALL we have, and You give us ALL we need.  Our future is in Your Hands.  Lord, we pray for Your will.  Plant Your will in our hearts and make it our deepest desire and most fervent longing.  Amen

Friday, October 19, 2012

7 Quick Takes Friday (Vol. 72)


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It’s a Small World After All Though I haven’t been to Disney World in years, I can still remember the “It’s a Small World” boat ride, and how could I possibly forget the song?!  We went to Disney World many times when we were growing up.  Though we did ride that ride as many times as we could get our parents to wait in line and go on it with us, the other quite memorable occasions were when my youngest sister Theresa was a baby/toddler.  We discovered that if we were on a long car ride that we could get Theresa to settle down if we all sang, “It’s a Small World” to her.  We resorted to that trick many times.  Here’s the song in case you want to get it stuck in your head.
 
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Sorting Things Out I’ve spent lots of time over the past several weeks going through things at my mom’s house before she moves from the family home into a one bedroom apartment.  It’s been an emotionally and physically draining process, but it’s almost finished.  I’ve lost count of how many trips I’ve made to drop off carloads of recycling, items for Goodwill,  etc., but there have been quite a few (and those aren’t half as numerous as the trips my mom’s made to all of those places).  Please keep our family in prayer as we finish moving everything out and as my mom settles in her new apartment, which she again intends to make a comfortable place for family gatherings.
 

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What will the neighbors think? There are many reasons why it’s a good thing my husband is friendly and knows our neighbors.  One of them happens to be that for months, sometimes years at a time, I’ve had one or two carseats installed in the back of my car, but I never come home for the night with a child.  This week, while cleaning out things at my mom’s I realized the irony that I’d put Disney stuff for Vivi in her carseat, and the only other thing in the backseat was a naked Cabbage Patch doll (mine from childhood minus the facepaint I’d put on her cheek many moons ago).  With the combination of a carseat with no kid in it, a naked doll, and my bright yellow “Choose Life” license plates, I’ve probably got some people scratching their heads, that is, until they meet my husband a few times, and they find out I’m a nanny.  

 
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Potty Training Protocol Since Vivi has begun potty training, I suddenly recalled my mom’s story of her first attempt when I was still pretty young (younger than Vivi is now) to introduce the concept of using my own potty chair in the bathroom.  After the brief tutorial my mother gave me, she went into the kitchen.  She knew for certain I wasn’t picking up what she was putting down a little later when I came out of the bathroom holding the bowl from the potty chair and saying, “Green beans?”  As in, let’s put some of my fave veggies in here.     
 
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Funny Kids T-shirts I have seen children wearing these shirts, and sometimes wish that all kids had such honest phrases written right on the front of their t-shirts warning everyone upfront.  I think the one that made me laugh the most was when I saw a young boy of about 3 years old wearing a “Potty Like a Rock Star” t-shirt, as many little ones that age tend to do just what the shirt implies (to me, at least): they pee all over the place; sometimes, they even get some inside the toilet.  To the right are a few of my favorites:

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Blessings Out of the Blue (& Photos too!) As per usual, God has made sure to mix in some extra special blessings to remind us of His love this week.  Thanks to all of the family and friends who joined in to show us glimpses of God’s love.  We’re incredibly blessed to have you in our lives!  Click here for list of blessings, names, and photos.


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Chosen to Serve To be chosen to do something special is an honor.  By rite of Baptism, we have been chosen by the Lord God to be his heirs, to be brothers and sisters with Christ Jesus.  As children of God, we have been chosen, elected, set apart, given a special blessing…and are sent out into the world to serve. 
     We’re all given different gifts and talents which the Lord intends for us to use in order to help others and bring others closer to Him.  We don’t have to ask whether or not we are among those selected for the Creator to work in and through if we have embraced the Lord, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit as the triune God above everyone and everything in creation.  If we have accepted who God is, then we know we are among His children.  If we are one of God’s kids, then…
Read the rest of this reflection written in honor of the participants of the Cursillo Women’s Weekend taking place Oct. 18-20, 2012 at Shalom House.
     Please keep the team and candidates in prayer this weekend as well as during their 4th day.  DE COLORES! 

Head over to Conversion Diary, to read Jen Fulwiler's wonderful tradition of 7 Quick Takes Friday.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Chosen to Serve

     To be chosen to do something special is an honor.  By rite of Baptism, we have been chosen by the Lord God to be his heirs, to be brothers and sisters with Christ Jesus.  As children of God, we have been chosen, elected, set apart, given a special blessing…and are sent out into the world to serve. 
     We’re all given different gifts and talents which the Lord intends for us to use in order to help others and bring others closer to Him.  We don’t have to ask whether or not we are among those selected for the Creator to work in and through if we have embraced the Lord, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit as the triune God above everyone and everything in creation.  If we have accepted who God is, then we know we are among His children.  If we are one of God’s kids, then we’ve been chosen specially to work for Him. 
     Therefore the question for believers isn’t so much “am I chosen,” but instead, “how am I, as one of God’s chosen, to live out my responsibility to serve Him.”  I have found this to be one of the questions that is pertinent to ask throughout our lives as part of our ongoing discernment of God’s will for us. 
     Sometimes we seem to know very clearly whom and how the Lord would like us to serve.  Then it is up to us how we respond.  Will we accept the call and carry out the work that is needed in order to love others and bring them closer to God? 
     You’re already on the team, part of the family, included in the clan.  Now, what are you going to do about it?  Will you make the body of Christ stronger by using your time, talents, and treasure as God has asked or will you squander those three gifts in pursuit of your own pleasure, pride, and popularity? 
     At the Last Supper, Jesus knelt down and washed the filthy dirty feet of his disciples.  He then blessed the bread and wine, saying that it would become His Body and Blood for them to eat and drink, broke it and shared it.  Jesus was sent here to show us how we are to serve the Lord and one another.  We are to give all that we are and all that we have to God and in service to each other.  We are not to hold back what the Lord has given us.  When we do, we’re acting out of selfishness, arrogance, and/or fear. 
     Part of our job is to help others see that they have also been chosen to serve by rite of their Baptism.  Often the best way to help others recognize their own call to serve is by living out the vocations we have whether they include: remaining single, getting married, having children, or becoming a consecrated religious.  God will sanctify us and make us holy through our service to others.  Whether we lector at Mass, serve as Eucharistic ministers, visit the sick, feed the hungry, clothe the naked, give drink to the thirsty, pray to end abortion, provide shelter for the homeless, offer encouragement and support to those who are sick, hold retreats for the imprisoned, serve as Catechists, educate others about the tenets of the Catholic faith…we are called to do our best to live out the vocations to which we’ve been led by allowing God to work in and through us however He wishes.   
     There is a priest in our diocese who sums up very well what it means to be “chosen to serve.”  As soon as you walk in his parish, he greets you warmly, often by name, then he often gives you a job to do.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve arrived for daily Mass, and he says to me or another regular he knows well, “thanks for doing the Readings today.”  It’s not a question.  It’s a statement of gratitude, because, of course, you’re willing to help this priest and serve the faith community however is necessary. 
     Some people might be put off by being told what needs to be done, but really, it’s a gift when we see a need and are able to fill it.  We’ve been chosen to serve, so we need to be open to doing that at all times just like Jesus was.

Note: This reflection on the theme of the Cursillo Women's Weekend taking place at Shalom House Thursday-Sunday, October 18-21, 2012, written in honor of all of the participants, first appeared in the October Issue of The Rooster Review.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Blessings Out of the Blue (& Photos too!)

Friday Evening
Carl and Jess invited us over for pizza at their place.  This was definitely a blessing for numerous reasons.  It gave me a time that I’d have to finish working at my mom’s to be somewhere else, solved the what to have for dinner dilemma, and, best of all, gave us an opportunity to spend some down time with five of our favorite people (Carl, Jess, and their three young girls, whom I have the privilege of nannying three days a week).  We had an enjoyable evening, which included watching an episode of the Dinosaurs TV show on the Terrible Twos.  We used to love watching that show with my dad.  He found it hilarious, especially the part where their infant always refers to his father as “Not-the-Mama.”     

Friday Night
Kevin and I went to pick-up ice cream from our dear beloved brother’s favorite place, Gelati Celesti’s before we went over to the house to see him and his friend James.  John and his friend came to Richmond for a whirlwind (less than 24 hours in town) trip from St. Mary’s Seminary in Baltimore, Maryland, to serve at the special Mass when nineteen men in our diocese were ordained as permanent deacons.  It was great to see John in person for the first time in two months. 

Saturday Evening
We went over to see Purity, the woman our friend James connected us with over a year ago because he knew about our involvement in 40 Days for Life.  She came to town this past weekend with her nearly one-year-old son Nathan and her mom (who’s been here from Kenya for a few months) to visit family and friends.  Sunday morning, we met Purity, Nate, and Esther for breakfast.  Of course, we had to get a few pictures. 
     
Purity’s mom has to go back to Kenya Oct. 22, and she won’t be taking Nate with her as was originally planned.  I can completely understand how Purity can’t bear to part with her son for an indeterminate amount of time while she saves up money working at her job here. 

The great news is Purity has moved closer to where she works, now has a full-time job working a normal five days a week schedule.  She’s found affordable childcare nearby.  She and Nate look like they’re doing great.  Visiting with them reminded me that we never know how God might work in and through us when we’re willing to be vessels of His love. 

     
It’s hard to believe that a year has passed since we gathered at my mom’s house for Purity’s baby shower, which was a really fun party with plenty of Kenyan food, company, and traditions.  It was definitely a joy-filled occasion, blessed with love and reinforced with prayer.    


Sunday Afternoon 
One of my Christ Renews His Parish sisters had us over to her home for a delicious lunch and a discussion of the book Heaven Is For Real by Todd Burpo.  I hadn’t seen Leslie, the hostess in several months, and brightened just to see her warm smile again.  We sat out on their back deck eating soup and catching up.  We watched a show that Leslie had recorded in which Colton Burpo, the boy who went to Heaven when he was extremely ill earlier in his life, appeared with his parents for an interview.  Two other guests on the same show were an orthopedic doctor who had a near-death experience that completely transformed her from being a lukewarm Christian to a true prayer warrior.  The third guest was the now teenage girl who painted the picture of Jesus that Colton Burpo said looks like the Christ he saw in Heaven. 
     I stayed for a little while after everyone else left, sensing Leslie wanted company.  We sat on the front porch and talked.  It reminded me that it’s been almost three years since the two of us paired off to go on our Emmaus Walk when we made our Christ Renews His Parish weekend. 

Sunday Evening
Kevin and I usually go to 5:30pm Mass on Sundays and reserve most, if not all, of a row when we get there.  Carl, Jess, Vivi, Livi, and Sophie usually sit with us, and we want to make sure there’s room for everyone.  It means a great deal to me to sit with loved ones we know well at Mass.  It’s even better when some of those loved ones happen to be irresistibly cute and cuddly.  As she often does, Vivi spent much of Mass on my lap or in my arms.  She gave me lots and lots of her spontaneous hugs, the little snuggle bug.  She did a modified version of running from across the room into my arms, by opening her arms and mouth wide, then gripping me in a tight hug.  Very cute!  . 


I finally couldn't help but burst into tears when Kevin took Vivi's hand when he walked up for Communion.  Seeing them holding hands pierced my heart as I will probably never get to see my husband hand-in-hand with a child of our own.
After Mass: Gwen and Laura, two very loving, caring people came over and gave me great big hugs!
     Lord, thank You for the many loved ones You have brought into our lives who bring joy, laughter, and hope.  Help us to be an encouraging, warm, supportive presence to others, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, when sowing in tears and harvesting while rejoicing.  Amen. 

Monday, October 15, 2012

Sorting Things Out

    I had a weekend that I feel should have filled me with joy, as I got to spend time with a number of my favorite people who are both loving and uplifting, but instead I felt like crying through much of it. 
     On Friday, I went over to Mom’s and was sorting through things alone again.  I worked my butt off, got through a number of boxes from the attic, and recycled tons of old papers, set aside school supplies to give to a friend who knows a program that could really use them, and put some things in a pile that I want to bring home.  I know I may end up sorting through the things I’ve brought home again, but I’d rather have the chance to do that than have everything be thrown into huge black garbage bags and taken to the dump.  This has been a very painful, emotional process. 
     One thing that’s quite overwhelming about all of this is being reminded how many periods in my life when I’ve felt isolated, alone, and as if no one in my family could or even tried to listen to me, understand what I was feeling, or what I was going through.  I spent so very long covering up the darkness and depression that I lived in. 
     Only when I couldn’t take another thing going wrong would the stress come out.  After I’d spent half an hour talking about things that were really inconsequential, then crying for half an hour so hard I couldn’t speak, I’d finally be able to talk with my mom about what was really troubling me. 
     I keep reminding myself that all of this sorting, saying goodbye to the family home, etc. could be a whole lot worse.  I could be sorting through everything from my mom’s house to throw it away after it was ruined in a fire, flood, or some natural disaster.  (FYI, I’ve made a point of praying for all who have lost their homes to fire, flood, or a natural disaster knowing that would be much more devastating and overwhelming.)    
     The trouble is it doesn’t help me feel better to know that things could be even more depressing and seemingly insurmountable. There’s not much progress made when I get angry and frustrated with myself because I’m feeling sad, lonely, depressed, sorrowful…even when I am fully aware that others are suffering in really significant ways.   
     I have lots to be grateful for.  That’s not really the issue.  The problem is more that I have spent so much of my life trying to cover up my emotions that I need to be reminded that it’s okay to feel whatever I’m feeling without beating myself up about it.  I touched on this subject in a post I wrote a while back entitled Living the Lie that Everything’s Fine, but I’ve been thrust back into this place of tension lately whenever I feel down but think that I shouldn’t be.     
     We had a number of plans to spend time with people we care about this past weekend.  I felt that I should have been joy-filled and happy all weekend since this was the case.  I became frustrated with myself when I wasn’t Mary Poppins’ with a cheery disposition and practically perfect in all ways. 
     It’s no fun to feel sad, anxious, depressed, sorrowful, or disappointed, but I’ve learned it’s better just to let myself experience those emotions rather than berate myself for having them in the first place. 
     In accepting how I’m feeling (even if I don’t like it) then I’m being more open and honest.  When I stop trying to be (or wish that I were) a non-feeling, completely objective robot, then I’m more likely to discover what’s driving the negative feelings and come up with some possible solutions or practical actions I can take towards remedying those hurts.  I am more likely to be compassionate to those around me who are also carrying hurts or crosses of their own. 
     Lord, help me become a better vessel for your love, compassion, and understanding by accepting my emotions and those of others as opportunities to grow closer to You and others. 

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Life Without Limits: Inspiration for a Ridiculously Good Life

     I’m truly amazed by this man’s story, his life, his commitment to helping others, his ability to have fun, and his mission to give other’s hope.  I might not have heard about Nick Vujicic if I weren’t a book reviewer for Waterbrook Multnomah’s Blogging for Books program.  I received an e-mail from them publicizing Nick’s book Unstoppable that’s hot off the press this month.  I watched the video trailer for his new book, checked out a music video he’d done, and watched a couple of his speaking engagements on Youtube, and I was absolutely certain I’d not only want to read his new book, but that I had to get my hands on a copy of his first book Life Without Limits immediately if not sooner.
     I can’t say enough good things about Life Without Limits which is probably part of the reason it’s taken me so long after reading the book, and trying to digest it, before I’ve sat down to write the review.  Again, Nick, his incredible journey, positive attitude, strong faith, and perseverance have really inspired me at yet another time in my life when I’m wondering if, how, and for what greater purpose God can use me. 
     The suffering and pain Nick has experienced isn’t sugar-coated or watered down, which I appreciate.  I believe it’s important to let others know that our lives aren’t perfect, that we have difficult periods, and that we need to keep learning and growing like everyone else.  There are some books in which the subject of suffering is treated in a way that seems to encourage pity or sadness because of what the author has been through.  Nick is honest about the hurt he’s experienced in a way that is human, humbling, and vulnerable instead of approaching things with a “poor, pitiful me” attitude.  Though I can’t imagine facing most of the major challenges that he has conquered in life, he never seems to approach or talk to others in a “my suffering is clearly worse than anything you’ll ever go through, so stop feeling sorry for yourself” manner. 
     Nick understands that there are many different types of suffering, some far worse than anything he’s experienced, and it’s for those people who think their lives are pointless, worthless, or uselessthat he keeps going. 
     One of my favorite aspects of this book (and there are many) is that it is both well written and edited.  The stories in it are fresh, original, personal, and the suggestions, guidance, and examples of how to have “a ridiculously good life” are actually relevant and make sense.  There are some motivational speakers/authors who repeat a few messages over and over without really making them fresh, personal, or easy to connect with on a deeper level.  In the past, I’ve been disappointed by some of the books written by internationally known speakers, because they are so poorly edited that it would have been better if their book hadn’t gone to press.    
     Life Without Limits has really thrown me for a loop.  Yet again, the Lord has seen fit to guide me to a person of faith with a message of hope when so many of my dreams and ambitions seem to have been postponed, cancelled, or completely ruined. 
     Truthfully there have been times that I have felt more depressed after reading this book, because I have gotten into the downward spiral of thinking that I should have done something more significant with my life by now.  I should have made a bigger difference in the world, given more people hope, brought more people to Christ.  Another great thing about this book is that Nick doesn’t limit the ways that people can love, minister to, and encourage others.  He affirms that all of us have something to offer regardless of our obvious or not-as-evident weaknesses and flaws. 
     It’s always a pleasure to read a book written by someone you know you’d love to meet and talk with for a while.  I just know my husband and I would have a blast visiting with Nick Vujicic. 
     In a lot of ways, Nick’s done what I’ve wanted to do on a larger scale for quite some time, take what I’ve been given and use it the best way I can in order to glorify the Lord and bring others closer to Him by loving, encouraging, and supporting them.
     There’s also the theme of “all things work for good for those who love God” from Romans 8:28 running through Life Without Limits that quickly spoke to me as I’ve identified that as one of my life verses and certainly a central one in my relationship with Kevin as we’ve gone from best friends, to a couple, to husband and wife.  
     They say hope floats, but now we see that vessels of this gift from God can also swim, fly, surf, write, and inspire millions.  If a man born without arms or legs can overcome such tremendous obstacles and become such a faith-filled example for others, then it is clear that, with God, we, too, can be the source of love and hope who He has created each of us to be.
     To learn more about Nick Vujicic and his organization Life Without Limbs, click here.  To read an excerpt from his book and/or buy or download a copy of your own, click here

Friday, October 12, 2012

7 Quick Takes Friday (Vol. 71)


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Election 2012 and Christians I don’t often post things that are political as I’m quite sick of hearing all sorts of slander against all candidates.  I don’t want anyone else calling me and asking me who I’m going to vote for.  I would like to offer my suggestions as to how you come to your decision of which candidates to support for public office: research the issues, find out where the candidates stand on them, take the whole matter to the Lord in prayer, listen to Him, then go vote for whom your well-informed conscience and the Creator and Savior of us all guides you.

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Want a Few More Voter Guidelines? Check out this great article of “Ten Things Christians Need to Remember This Election."

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How Do You Tuck in a Superhero? You tuck in a superhero with cleverness and creativity, loads of love, heaping helpings of humor, and gobs of grace.  After babysitting, teaching, tutoring, and nannying boys, I knew I would totally appreciate and find great hilarity in the antics recorded by a mother of five wild and crazy boys (and since the book was published one sweet little girl).  I laughed hysterically at Rachel Balducci’s pithy writing, straight-up observations, and comical quotes.  If you have taken care of boys or spent any length of time around them, you will likely identify with this book and find it highly amusing as much as insanely accurate in describing the temperament of many young boys. 
     How Do You Tuck in a Superhero? is a wonderful collection of true short stories, funny bullet-point lists, and some absolutely priceless quotes directly out of the mouths of her own testosterone-driven brood…Read more.

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Elementary Flashback: This week while substituting at school in one of the lower elementary (grades 1-3) classrooms, I saw the absolute opposite of what I experienced when in third grade when we had to do our math time tests. 
     Before the group began, the teacher reminded them that several of them had tests that were different lengths and not to worry if others finished before they did.  The kids were given as long as they needed to finish the problems and they recorded the time it took them.  The papers were scored and recorded in the grade book without ceremony.  
     This sent me in memory drift to the desk near the back of the classroom where I was sitting when my teacher returned my latest times table test which I’d aced and loudly announced to everyone in the room in all seriousness, “I guess this means I’ll have to take away your crown as Queen of Doing Everything Wrong.”  Yeah, ouch!  It's kind of funny how I’m now speed checking all of these math problems as a substitute teacher.  Take that mean math teachers! 

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Everyone Loves a Baby Though it’s been a good, busy, exhausting week, I’ve made a point of catching up on some of the blog posts by some stay-at-home parents who make me laugh.  This one about Matthew Archbold taking his Godson to a young girls’sporting event caught my attention and gets my vote. 

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Back on the Shelf Vivi has a keyboard that she loves to play.  She can play the keys, have it play different beats, speed up or slow down the tempo, and even sing nursery rhymes.  It’s quite a neat set-up, except for one little button: No, not one marked Off.  The problem at least for those of us over the age of four is the “Loop” button.  I can handle listening to a string of different children’s songs, nursery rhymes and such and even sing along several times a day (obviously, or I would never make it taking care of young children), but my patience and tolerance for hearing the same thing over and over again runs thin when I hear the same 20 second clip of music, not that great of a recording either, of children singing “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” literally 30+ times in a row.  I feel like squashing the spider and pitching the keyboard.  When I reach that point, I calmly ask Vivi to push a different button.  If she refuses, the keyboard is re-shelved way out of reach.

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Nanny with a Passion for Photography As anyone who knows me can attest, I love children and have a passion for photography, so the two come together nicely when I nanny.  Capturing the cuties on camera is fun for me, something the parents appreciate when I hand them CDs filled with adorable photos of their kids from their daytime adventures, and it’s a lot of fun for Kevin, too.  Honestly, he can get a bit jealous that I get so much time with little ones.  He’s genuinely interested in hearing the stories about our day and seeing the pics I’ve taken of little ones having fun.  Who wouldn’t, really?  The kids I’ve nannied for have a penchant for doing and saying hilarious things, and they were then and are now all so flippin’ cute!

Head over to Conversion Diary, to read Jen Fulwiler's wonderful tradition of 7 Quick Takes Friday.

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