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Yesterday at church, a new young family sat down next to us. They had many little ones and, as most parents with small children do, the parents became the bookends in the pew with the kids in the middle.
It’s the most effective way of preventing the escaping kid.
The pew corral has many benefits.
Two of our children are adults now and are out of the house and our son altar serves, so now it is just me and my husband in the pew.
Looking at the other family, I was thinking about how quickly we went from all five of us to just the two of us and it made me feel a mixture of sadness and joy.
When you are in the thick of wrangling little ones at Mass, it can seem like an eternity before you’ll be able to pay attention fully or spend an entire Mass in the seats without escorting a child to the back. You can anxiously wish that time away.
I felt sad because it ends all too soon and then you eagerly wait for the day when your adult kids come home to visit and the family is all together. I miss my two girls finding something funny at some point and then they start giggling, feeding off each other. In an effort to be quiet, they silently laugh which causes their shoulders to shake, which I imagine looks weird to the people behind them.
But, it also brings me joy because my husband and I survived those years and now we sit right next to each other hand-in-hand. We are the foundation that our children can always count on and come home to and that makes me happy.
When kids are little it can be hard to focus on your marriage, Catholic Pilgrims. Find the time, though. It doesn’t have to be expensive or elaborate, but find time to connect as husband and wife. Trust me when I say, your kids need you to stay close.
Have a blessed Monday.
Throughout my life, I have been admonished by numerous people for something I was doing wrong--by parents, siblings, my spouse, my kids, friends, priests. Initially, my reaction can be to bristle at their admonishment, to get defensive or try to justify my actions. Long, long ago, my baby sister, even when she was still a kid, admonished me over something and I dismissed her. I explained my sin away to her by saying that someday she'll understand why it's so important for me to commit this sin. Can you imagine? Lord, have mercy on us. Anyway, years later, I realized that God was trying to get through to me through my sister. He tries to get through to a lot of us by putting people in our lives that help to correct us and challenge us to be better than our current state. Last night at my Bible study, we were listening to our daily Lenten message and the priest said something that really connects to this. He said, "Jesus doesn't want us to just be wrong. He wants us to be aware of what we can change, so that we can be better." --Father Columba Jordan. So that we can be more like Him. Jesus doesn't want to point out our sins and vices to make us feel bad about ourselves. He doesn't want us to just be wrong. He wants to show us another way and we can only be shown that way if we become aware of where we are missing the mark. The word "sin" stems from Greek and Latin words that mean to miss the mark. My sister wasn't interested in just pointing out I was wrong. She thought my behavior was unbecoming of who I really am supposed to be and she was trying to help me. We have a lot of people in our lives, Catholic Pilgrims, trying to help us hit the mark. Don't dismiss them or brush them away because you can't stand to face yourself. Live the Faith boldly and travel well this Thursday.
Continue ReadingThink of the most annoying person you've ever known. Got them in your head? Good. I've had numerous annoying people come into my life, as I'm sure you have, too. (I hope I'm not the person that pops into someone's head as their most annoying person. 🤔) In my younger years, when I was barely living my faith, I struggled to be good to anyone that annoyed me. Our first duty station was Wright-Patterson AFB. When we got there, I was anxious to work, so I tried everything--I subbed, I worked for some high-powered defense attorneys, and then I worked for base legal. My first day on the job, I met the lady I would be working with the most. We'll call her Lexi. Not only did I quickly discover that my job was utterly unnecessary and boring, but Lexi was quite possibly the most miserable person I'd ever met. She hated her job. I could see why: A lot of government jobs are so void of any real purpose that it makes the worker feel worthless. Because there was so little for her to do, she got used to just sitting at her computer doing nothing. So, even when people would come in to get help, she despised them. They made her get up and do something. The inertia of her life was such that she just wanted to stay put and stew. She was rude to me. Rude to customers. Rude to the lawyers. Everyone was stupid in her eyes. If I tried to do any kind of work or be happy towards customers, she would snap at me. Now, normally, I would have given her a piece of my mind, but for some reason, with her, I found the ability to not let all her snide remarks and laziness negatively affect me. I didn't consciously decide to love her, but I just found myself doing it. Each day I would come in and talk to her, ask her questions about herself. I found out that she loved to cook and we had a common interest in music. One day, she brought me food and it was delicious and I told her so. She started listening to the radio and we'd sing along to songs together when there was no one to help. Even though she was still pretty sassy, I saw her start to be more energetic, fun, and positive. Underneath all her prickles, she was a good woman. By the time I left to go get my Masters, Lexi and I had a pretty decent relationship and she was much more enjoyable to be around. I told my son last night, "People will come into your life that you don't like very much. Oftentimes, they are the ones that help work out our sanctification because they really challenge us to live out the virtues. If you can find a way to love annoying people well, you just may change their lives for the better." Find a way, Catholic Pilgrims, to love your annoying people well. P.S. You'll need grace and lots of it. 🙂
Continue ReadingWhen I say Alabama, you may say: Football (SEC 👎) Bible Belt Forrest Gump Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" (There you go, it's in your head now. You're welcome.) What you won't probably think about is Catholicism. I know I sure didn't think that when my family was stationed there for 10 months a few years back. But, if I learned anything living in Turkey, sometimes when you are outnumbered, your faith gets stronger. Catholics in Alabama are some devoted folks. Our small-town chapel this week is Sacred Heart Church in Clear Point, Alabama. It sits right on Mobile Bay and is a popular venue for weddings because of its charm and quaintness. It's, also, packed during the busy season, so get there early all you late-coming Catholics. Yes, I'm looking at all of you. It's not far from Mobile, which is a city my family thoroughly enjoyed visiting when we lived in Montgomery. Side note: You Gulf people have some strange food habits. This Kansanite (my word for a person from Kansas) wasn't too keen on ripping the heads off of the river bugs, sorry, crawfish. I know you love to suck the brains out after decapitation, but I'm gonna have to stick with the cows, chickens and pigs. lol. 😉 However, if you are ever sticking your feet in the Gulf Shores in Alabama, check out the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception in Mobile. But, also, take some time to visit Sacred Heart Church and be thankful to the French that got our Catholic Faith kick-started off in Alabama all the way back in 1703. Merci! Live the Faith boldly and travel well, Catholic Pilgrims.
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