Tuesday, November 23, 2010

A Thanksgiving Daybook

Outside my window
the sun is just rising and the palms look black and feathery against the lightening sky.

I am listening to
 Table Songs: Music for Communion

I am wearing 
long black pj pants and a black pj shirt. So tempting not to get dressed today.


I am thinking
how to make daily mass a part of my (almost) daily routine again. It is trickier here than it was in Virginia to find a time that fits. But, yesterday reminded me that when I put time with our Lord first (when I give out of my poverty of time, not just the abundance of it) I am blessed with a grace-filled day.

I am pondering
Strive to see God in all things without exception, and acquiesce in His will with absolute submission. Do everything for God, uniting yourself to Him by a mere upward glance, or by the overflowing of your heart towards Him. Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inward peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset. Commend all to God, and then lie still and be at rest in His bosom. Whatever happens, abide steadfast in a determination to cling simply to God, trusting to His eternal love for you; and if you find that you have wandered forth from this shelter, recall your heart quietly and simply. Maintain a holy simplicity of mind, and do not smother yourself with a host of cares, wishes, or longings, under any pretext."  --  Saint Francis De Sales  (thank you to Peace Mama for bringing this quote to my attention recently at The secret to true peace)

I am creating
(and I don't know why italics will *not* turn off!)
A home that I pray breathes Thanksgiving and Christ

A few plans for the rest of the week
Bake pies
Take Great-Grandma for drives along our beautiful Hawaiian coast
Meet sweet friends on the beach Thanksgiving morning (after Mass, of course!)
God bless you and yours this Thanksgiving week!

 

Monday, November 22, 2010

Being still amid the chaos

Being still amid the chaos

This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Even though I woke up early and should have had plenty of time to move smoothly through my morning it seemed that everything I touched became a complication. Quickly, I became frazzled. We are expecting my husband's 90 year old grandmother to arrive tonight. The house, this morning, was still in the middle of "The Great Book Sort" (you know, when you start putting books away and then you realize they are no longer grouped and pretty soon there are piles everywhere and you still need to clean the bathrooms? No? Well, now you know...). My to do list looked daunting. I also remembered I had an appointment today. Oh, and my youngest was starting to look a little bit like those allergies could actually be turning into a cold again. I seriously wanted to scream. In fact, if you asked my kids, they will probably tell you that I did, indeed, scream (I'd say more like a whiny yell, but perception is 9/10 of the law).

I was reaching out in frantic fragments of prayer, but it seemed like I wasn't staying with any one thought or any one task for longer than a millisecond. Then, I had the thought that I should go to Daily Mass today and immediately tried to push it out of my head. Where on earth would I fit that in? How on earth could a day that was starting this badly turn into the sort of day that meant everyone was dropped off at their respective places in time for me to make the 8am Mass across town? But, the Holy Spirit didn't give up and soon ignoring this inspiration was feeling a lot like direct disobedience. So, I prayed to get myself out of my way and within a few minutes we were miraculously out the door. And, I even arrived at Daily Mass 5 minutes early.

Stillness came over me as soon as I knelt down in prayer. I felt like I was being told to abandon myself to our Lord. And the sort of abandon that a child has--complete trust, complete love, complete joy. My breathing slowed. My swirling to do list evaporated and I was present in the eternal now of God's kingdom. Suddenly, I knew it wasn't about an urgent list, but about a sweet surrender to love. All things done in love. All things done in service to my Lord. All things done with joy. Jesus doesn't call me to my to do list, he calls me to love like he loves.

After celebrating Mass. I took time for my favorite Latte on the way to my appointment and enjoyed smiling at all the people wafting into our small town for the Holidays. I was fully present for my meeting. I met my preschooler early for lunch and brought him home to rest away his cold. I'm leaving in a few minutes to pick up my other children. And, you know what? The books sort is one small pile away from being done! The kitchen is spotless! Two loads of laundry are on their way to being finished. And, I do not feel overwhelmed by what is left to do. I'm just enjoying the process of straightening out my home (not just a house, my Home) so that we can share it with someone we haven't seen in years and so she may experience a little piece of our family. Not the harried, chaotic worst version of our family. But, the creative, prayerful, bibliophile side of all of us. The cleaning will be done before she arrives tonight. But, more importantly my children will know they are loved. I will remember to breathe in Christ and breathe him out as well. I will remember this week is about gratitude and we are about to enter the dear time of year we call Advent.

I will be still. I will not be afraid. And, I will allow the miracles that accompany obedience to God unfold around my family.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Dinner is served


This picture is for my sister. You really need to come and visit. ;)
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Dinner is served


This picture is for my sister. You really need to come and visit. ;)

Small Successes

1. We have not grabbed take-out for dinner for 5 nights in a row.

And this is what is in the oven right now

2. I finally downloaded  Small Steps for Catholic Moms by Elizabeth Foss and Danielle Bean to my Kindle. Can't. Put. It. Down. Soon, I'll go back and do them day by day. I promise.

3. Stayed firm and consistent, but still pleasant, during homework time this afternoon.

4. I am allowing myself time to really discern a decision. Sometimes I am known to rush on big issues. Not this time. It is difficult for me to sit in a place of indecision, but I am starting to see the grace that can be found in this particular place.

5. I did not take a nap today. This is big news lately. I lowered the dose (with doctor's permission!) of a medication I'm on and I actually felt awake today. And I've been up since 5am!


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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

A grateful heart-almost wordless Wednesday

Sometimes I need to close my mouth and count my blessings.
Here are mine for today:


:
A place to pray
A borrowed Camera and a sweet scene captured
A moment to myself while...
Posted by PicasaDad showed everyone his awesome find at the Thrift Store today. :)

A grateful heart




A grateful heart




Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Advent Conversations

There is a great conversation going on over at Kind Conversations. Come join us!
Advent at Kind Conversations

Friday, November 12, 2010

In which I (temporarily) turn into a technical nerd

So, you know I like to write. And I love to read thoughtful blogs. And encyclopedias. And Catholic information. Ok, I like to read. What you may not know, is that once upon a time I really adored computers. Back in the dark ages (over a DECADE ago) I had a job where people actually came to me as someone who "probably knew how to do whatever on the computer". In fact, I met my husband on the internet and all my friends were, like, "Ohmygosh you can actually send emails outside our office?!?".

Anyway. Something happened after I became a mom. My brain got mushy. I became easily frustrated with the computer. My husband threw me a curve ball and bought a Mac shortly after the birth of our first child. And, I pretty much threw up my hands at trying to "keep up".

I only *just* got a smart phone. Before that I used a prepaid. And, to be honest, I still forget to charge and/or turn on my cell phone about 50% of the time.

Yes, I email. And I have facebook. Just last week I actually joined twitter again after a gigantic failure at understanding it the first time (why? why did I need Twitter AND Facebook?). I didn't understand that facebook was super useful for keeping in touch with my IRL friends scattered throughout the world (You've caught on that I'm a military wife, right?) and that Twitter is really useful for tracking information and networking with people with similar interests. I don't need to worry about privacy settings on twitter. I don't consider it a very private place. Neither is facebook, so we are finding out, but that is another story for a more hip and technical blogger.

This is a very long introduction to two very cool tools I've just uncovered on the web. Now, you probably already knew about these. But, as far as I've been able to keep up, no one has told me about them yet. And, just in case you are as technically unsavvy as me these day,s I thought you might like to hear about them!

The first is called feedly. The first time I read the name my mind immediately jumped to Seymour and the giant carnivorous plant. I realized quickly that it wasn't a bad metaphor for how insatiable my hunger for reading good blogs can be. Still, I don't think the site developers had that in mind. Here is a picture of my main Diget Feedly Page

Christ the King Sunday

Warning: some of inner geekness may shine through this post.

My first year back in public school (after 5 years of being homeschooled) was Seventh grade. Seriously, I can't think of a more difficult time for anyone in school than "middle school" or what we called "junior high". Imagine what it must have been like for someone as "other" as me--a Christian Scientist who had never been to the doctor and a "Homeschooler" (a word most people hadn't heard of yet in the 1980's). Actually, don't imagine it. The memory is unpleasant.

I will tell you, however, there was one part about seventh grade that has forever made my temporary return to traditional schooling worth it. Mrs. Schroeder. Ellie Schroeder was the gifted and talented teacher for English, Reading and History. I had her for three periods in a row and oh how I loved those classes. We read Shakespeare. We wrote daily responses to quotes such as "I think therefore I am" on the board. We learned History alongside the literature of the period and through first hand sources. We had not a single textbook in her classes. What on earth could my parents have been so worried about? School, it would seem, was my own personal slice of heaven.

*study of middle ages up through renaissance
* Earning Royalty status
* Demedicci family
* Rome, Italy
*Renaissance feast

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

We love our Veteran. Especially his moves on the dance floor.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Blessed Chiara Luce Badano

**Update: Apparently both of my links are no longer working! I'm still looking for new ones...but, in the mean time this has some good info about Blessed Chiara here.

And also here.

Ever since reading about her, I can't get her out of my mind. Maybe it is because I've known young people face battles like this and with grace like this. Or maybe, I'm meant to know her for some reason. I certainly feel like hers is a friendship I'd like to cultivate. There isn't much I can say because her life really speaks for itself. She calls us to so much humility and obedience and love. I know I have so much to learn from her. Read her story (click her picture for one site and the link for another). I think you will be blessed, too.



WYD 2011 Madrid - Official Site - Beatified at 19 Years Old:

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Talking Story in The Big Bold Blogosphere

Long before I started writing this blog I've been reading other people's blogs. Truly, some blogs have deepened my faith, lifted me from the depths of depression and despair, inspired me to change the way I think and even kicked my tush to confession and back to the heart of my faith--the Holy Mass. In the spirit of full disclosure, I first met my husband on the internet (before you all probably even knew it existed!) I guess I just want to say that just because someone is on the internet it doesn't scare me away from wanting to really get to know them.

I'm the sort of person who's skin crawls at the thought of prolonged superficiality. I like to sit and talk and listen and ask and strive to understand. I find people's stories fascinating. I always want to know more about the person with whom I'm interacting and I've been told (accused?) that I have a gift for getting people to open up to me. I don't set out for it to happen. But, I do love it when someone shares their story with me.

In Hawaii, I've learned, this kind of discourse is called "talking story". I love that. It goes so much deeper than plain old "talking". I mean, I can "talk" to the bagger at the grocery store by saying "Thanks" and "Have a good day". Talking is good. But, talking story is so much more. It is in this kind of sharing that we connect on the soul level--where we begin to let someone see who we really are.

As a (reluctant-at-times) military wife, I often find myself in the position of having to build new friendships. And this takes time. And energy. And trial and error. For, our stories rarely come spilling out in our first encounters with someone (though I've been known to try to fit my whole story in by rarely taking a breath and talking faster than the majority of people can listen!) Usually, we learn bits and pieces about new people with old stories being fleshed out more and more each time we meet. Sometimes we find people we really "get" and they get us and this is truly a gift. But, it is all too rare, in my opinion. Sometimes I find myself trying to pretzel myself into someone I am not just for the brief illusion that I've found such a friendship.

I am not suggesting that "kindred spirits" are the only friendships we should form. But, I'm starting to understand that friendships which require me to strip away core qualities in myself are not worth the shallow return they ultimately give. A true friendship allows me to be who I am with dignity and allows me to respect the differences in others even if I respectfully disagree with some of my friend's beliefs or values. If someone respectfully disagrees with me then they can love me even in the places that I am polar opposite to them and vice versa.

Reading the blogs of others, which are sometimes poignant slices of the writer's lives, has allowed me space to contemplate ideas without having to immediately respond. It has given me context into differing beliefs and values. It has also helped me better define what I believe and who I am working to become.

As I venture out into my "public debut" (just had a vision of a sparkly debutante ball) in this bloggy-world I'm realizing that a big reason I am doing this is I want to connect. It is true that online friends are not the same as IRL friends (and if you have to go look that up I feel soooo much better because it wasn't too long ago that I did too!). Still, the blogosphere allows us a very unique opportunity to connect with like-minded people, opposing-minded people, and people trying to figure out just where they stand--all in the space of a few clicks and shares. If we are willing, we have opportunities to engage in conversations that seek to find and share truth. If we are brave, we may even take the step to email someone personally and try to dig deeper on a particular idea or issue. In some cases, we may even be surprised to find a true and lasting friendship.

So, I'm Here. And I think I'll stay a while.  I mean it when I say, I hope that you'll come by often and talk story with me. It would be my absolute delight to meet you. Who knows, I may actually come to know you. And you me.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Saturday Evening Blog Post

Follow the link below to read "the best" blogs--chosen by the writers themselves--of October 2010. Happy Reading!

Day to Day Miracle: Rosary Meditations: Friday's Sorrowful Mystery- Th...

Day to Day Miracle: Rosary Meditations: Friday's Sorrowful Mystery- Th...: "From Luke Chapter 22 When he arrived at the place he said to them, 'Pray that you may not undergo the test.' After withdrawing about a s..."

Day to Day Miracle: Rosary Meditations: Friday's Sorrowful Mystery- Th...

Day to Day Miracle: Rosary Meditations: Friday's Sorrowful Mystery- Th...: "From Luke Chapter 22 When he arrived at the place he said to them, 'Pray that you may not undergo the test.' After withdrawing about a s..."

Friday, November 5, 2010

And here she is...

A friend of mine read my post and had a picture of my sweet girl. Thought you might like to see it!
The same friend knitted that beautiful blanket and hat! :D

Why I am (now) Pro-Life -- Part 3

You may also want to read Why I am (now) Pro-Life--Part 1 and Part 2

Finally. This post has been coming to me in pieces. Fragments of feelings. Ideas. Theology. Washing dishes, folding clothes, driving kids to and fro. The end of the story, in terms of "facts" is simple to tell. The feelings and growth and miracles are harder for me to put into words.

I want to share with you that the full impact of the miracle of my daughter's birth did not really happen all at once. In fact, the most profound changes in my heart didn't occur until Super Bowl Sunday--this year. I was vaguely aware of controversy leading up to the game. I knew this "super pro-life ad" was going to be on. My old self, raised by passionate liberals who give their whole hearts to those in need but have always raised me to see morals and government as separate issues, felt a pinch of irritation. You see, even with all I'd been through with my daughter, the farthest I had come in my acceptance of the teaching's of the Catholic Church on abortion was -- "Of course I would never be able to go through with one. I will always provide my friends with love and support and never promote abortion. But, I can't really let my feelings on this topic impact how I vote. It just isn't my business to push my morals onto other people". This January, I woke up the morning of the Super Bowl and I was flooded with memories.

The fever comes. A friend calls a Deacon and he prays over me in my hospital bed. He tells me he knows that my baby and I will be just fine. He is sure of it. The fever breaks, just moments after this prayer in the hospital. I am never again asked to face the choice to terminate my daughter's life to save my own. Three months later, I am in labor. The nurses scurry. But, there is tension in the air. At first I fear there is something wrong, with me or my baby. But it isn't about us. They are all unhappy with my doctor. He is on his way. A nurse asks me if I know he is leaving his practice. I say, I do. She asks, "Do you know where he is going" and I indicate I do not. "He and his partner are opening an Abortion clinic in Nevada". Her words stab into me like daggers. I am filled with rage. I push this baby out faster than any other because I am having trouble looking my doctor in the face. I want him far away. I want his hands off my baby. I want answers to troubling questions. 

As these memories crowd my brain, I find myself asking difficult questions. For the first time, I can hear my own thoughts without them being crowded out by my well-meaning parents and lifelong friends.
Why was it ok for this doctor to recommend I terminate my pregnancy? What gives him this authority?
My heart answered, the law of the land.
Why do we have a law that allows this?
Because we support the individuals right to make moral choices for themselves.
Isn't the baby an individual?
Yes, but...
But what? The baby's rights aren't as important as the mother's convenience? Her health? Her fears? What if we weren't talking about a baby here. What if, let's say, you lived in a country where your husband could legally kill you because you behaved disrespectfully? Are your rights truly less important because the law of that country says so? What if you were Jewish and lived in the time of Hitler? What if you were black in the time of slavery? Would you want others to sit back and say it wasn't theirs to judge?

At the end of this debate going on inside of myself, I realized new conclusions. Not only did I wake to a new reality where I no longer could support a candidate who votes for Pro-Choice issues I realized that this was the single most important issue I am faced with as an American Voter right now.  If it were legal for husbands to kill their wives, or to keep certain people as slaves, or for parents to kill their children when they felt unable to continue caring for them, I would not weigh the economy on the same level as their lives. I would not debate health care or social security or the deficit until I was assured the very lives of all people were protected under the law. 

At this moment, we are not protecting the lives of innocent children. It is hard for me to think of much else...


The Catholic Church teaches "Human life must be respected and protected absolutely from the moment of conception. From the first moment of his existence, a human being must be recognized as having the rights of a person--among which is the inviolable right of every innocent being to life." She goes on to say, "The inalienable right to life of every innocent human individual is a constitutive element of a civil society and its legislation..." (CCC 2270 and 2273)

For the first time in my life, I recognized that the society I live in is not truly civilized as long as we encourage abortion or turn a blind eye to its legal existence.

I do not share my heart here to judge anyone and the choices they have made. My heart aches for anyone who has faced the choice between life and abortion.  I have come to believe, that the very fact that we view whether or not to end a baby's life as a choice is the problem. Had I not had a doctor, who clearly had no qualms with taking the lives of babies, pose the choice to terminate I would never had been put in the position to make a choice. He gave me a choice, because right now, the law recognizes it as a choice. It is the same as if the law read "A husband has the right to choose to continue his wife's life based on his own judgment" and at every divorce hearing a judge quipped "Most men in your situation would say off with her head, what would you like to do?". I'm not sure there is a soon-to-be-ex-husband (or wife, for that matter) out there who wouldn't at least consider it for a brief moment. I mean, it would be their choice, right? Imagine all the alimony money to be saved! The exhaustion over custody battles to be averted! The chance to bury all those bad feelings and begin again with a clean slate!



The truth is, our 21st century American husbands wouldn't really consider this because they have never been taught this is a legal choice to consider. Of course it would be easier to live our lives without certain people. It could be far more convenient, less stressful, more success-oriented, less embarrassing, and perhaps even physically healthier to completely cut out certain people right out of the picture. But, other than in fits of desperate fantasy, we don't actually ever consider this as a choice.

"Scripture specifies the prohibition contained in the fifth commandment: 'Do not slay the innocent and the righteous.' The deliberate murder of an innocent person is gravely contrary to the dignity of the human being, to the golden rule, and to the holiness of the Creator. The law forbidding it is universally valid: it obliges each and everyone, always and everywhere." (CCC 2261)

My daughter's life here on earth is a miracle. She is a constant reminder to me that I do not have to believe what the world tells me. There is no illness, no desperate situation, no financial crisis that changes the law of God. She reminds me that prayer is so powerful and that Love expressed in charity is the necessary action of the body of Christ. She calls me to reach out, give more and speak louder when it comes to matters of life.

I had no way of knowing how much I would be changed by this experience. I have no doubt that the prayers of others supported me through the years it took to connect all the dots to the lessons revealed during that pregnancy. God is patient and merciful. So are my friends who have gently guided my heart along the way. God grant us all mercy and patience as we seek to be the working hands of the body of Christ for all innocent human beings, everywhere.

8 days after daughter's 1st birthday, our oldest son was diagnosed with Leukemia. Were it not for the gentle preparations of my heart through this experience, it is difficult to know how I would have faced that next challenge. But, there is a blog post or two in that one. I will save it in my heart until sometime soon.

P.S. This would be a perfect place to post a picture of my daughter as a baby. Realizing pictures aren't on this computer. I know where some are I can scan and will try to asap!
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