Advent is concerned with that very connection between memory and hope which is so necessary to man. Advent’s intention is to awaken the most profound and basic emotional memory within us, namely, the memory of the God who became a child. This is a healing […]
Month: November 2014
…a quiet day at home with my family.
Okay, so quiet might be pushing the limits a bit. But, still, it was an absolutely, 100%, content kind of day. No traveling out of state, no community dinner disasters, no stress about taking my trauma-kids out in public and expecting things to turn out differently than they did.
Sure, the meltdowns still happened, and things still managed to get chaotic from time to time. But, having our family all together at home cooking a special meal together was priceless. Can I say, PRICELESS, just a wee bit louder?
As the Post Commander for our local American Legion, my husband still had to support the community Thanksgiving dinner in some capacity. But, with a feverish 2 year old, he managed to get back home in the nick of time to help keep dinner from going down the drain (both literally and figuratively).
Even the four middles (ranging in age from 3 to 8) took to the task of peeling potatoes. Without.a.single.fight!
After dinner, the boys went out with dad to hang Christmas lights while the girls and I cozied into warm blankets and listened to what would be the first of many days filled with Christmas music.
At one point during the day, I even thought to myself: It doesn’t get any better than this. “Expect nothing. Live frugally on surprise,” as Alice Walker once wrote.
In describing this year’s Thanksgiving day, I might even use such words as warm, sweet, content. And as many of our loved ones know, this is not the kind of day that happens often with our six trauma-challenged children.
Thank you, Lord, for giving my family and I the kind of day that clearly shows your presence in our lives. Although I don’t always feel it, I know – without doubt -that I am blessed beyond measure. Lord, Jesus, whenever chaos creeps in and threatens my family’s constitution, please take me back to this day – to the contentedness I experienced on this Thanksgiving day. Infuse your strength in every cell of my body and make me a warrior of your peace. Amen.
When Mother reads aloud the past Seems real as every day; I hear the tramp of armies vast, I see the spears and lances cast, I join the thrilling fray; Brave knights and ladies fair and proud I meet when Mother reads aloud. When Mother […]
Compassion, my dear brother, is preferable to cleanliness. Reflect that with a little soap I can easily clean my bed covers, but even with a torrent of tears I would never was from my soul the stain that my harshness toward the unfortunate would create.
-St. Martin De Porres