“And how does this happen to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?” Yesterday evening and today mark the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary. What stuck out to me during the vigil mass, was the closeness of Mary to each and every one of us.
Elizabeth’s awe when Mary comes us ours: What?! YOU came to ME?! That can’t be right.
But...are we really surprised at this point? God—and all those He works through—have a tendency to be really close to us:
• the Father walking with Adam and Eve in the garden;
• the Son coming to earth and spending 33 whole years amongst us;
• the Holy Spirit descending as tongues of flame atop the heads of Mary and the disciples (just in case they didn’t think He was going of be right next to them!);
• and Our Lady, with Jesus throughout His life on earth...and now, in Heaven, able to be close to each and every one of her children.
I don’t know about you, but I tend to forget that Momma’s right there. I don’t run to her like I should. And I really should. Because she’s right there, ready and waiting.
@bustedhalo, #bhsummerphoto : thanks to this nasty #flu , my three day #staycation has turned into a four day #restfest ...in which I’ve been pretty much confined to the house and backyard in an attempt to contaminate as few people as possible.
So, understandably, no #church today. I was devastated to wake up with a #fever still this morning, because—to me—it meant that my #Godmoment had been stolen from me.
In an attempt to still carve out some time for God, I took my #magnificat outside for some #prayer and #reflection .
#bonus : while chatting with my mother afterward, I caught a glimpse of my beautiful statue of #ourladyofgrace (thanks, @catholiccompany) hiding in the #herbgarden . [Funny story about that statue: I bought it for my #marygarden , which was decimated by creatures unknown; I brought it in, but my pretty Lady kept falling, and eventually lost both hands and part of her robe to the vacuum cleaner and trash bag; finally, in an attempt to save her from further abuse, I took the statue back outside and placed Mary in our newly started herb garden...where both have flourished silently.]
@bustedhalo, #bhsummerphoto : about a week ago, I had a brief chat with @girl_unfiltered about wanting more ME time...but, deep down, being a little scared to pursue it.
Relationships are no #picnic (and yes, I’m using this for yesterday’s prompt as well as today’s, because I rarely go on #legit picnics). They require #vulnerability . They require #work . It doesn’t matter if it’s ME time or GOD time; the thought of that #quietmoment where it’s just me, or just me and God, is frightening.
It’s easier to hide behind the #busy : the two #jobs , the #longdistancerelationship , the massive #todolist . But easier doesn’t—rarely, really—means better.
The past month was one with lofty #goals . I was going to #losewieght , have a better #prayerlife , #exercise more, etc. Yet, when it came time to tackle those things...I flaked out. Because it was easier to keep the weight on, to put off the moments of #prayer , to snag an extra hour of #sleep instead of clocking a #workout . And it meant I didn’t have to face the ultimate questions: What if, at the end of it all, I’m still not _______?!?? What if it sucks?
I don’t have an answer for those questions. Luckily, I don’t need to.
Because God does. All He asks for is my #faith , my #trust ; the rest can be left up to Him.
Like Jairus, who had to trust, even when the need of his daughter’s death came, that Jesus knew what He was doing.
Like the woman with the hemorrhage, who had to have faith that a simple touch of clothing would be enough.
Like Jesus, who took that faith, that trust, and worked #miracles with it.
@bustedhalo, #bhsummerphoto : forget #frostydrinks ! I’m a #hotchocolate girl all the way (even when we’re pushing 90 degrees)! Getting down and dirty now, though, as I think about yesterday’s (as yet unfulfilled) prompt, #whatimprayingfor . Honestly, I suck at praying for stuff. Including for myself.
But something that I’ve been carrying inside my heart for a while has been a desire to carve out more #metime ; to give myself #time to do the things that make me #happy , that make my clock tick.
So on this day off I read for a couple hours...then went to the mall and treated myself to @starbucks...and now I’m grabbing dinner with @andrea.chronister! Nothing mandatory about any of these delightful things, and I’m so happy to give myself these moments. ❤️ (And of course, Busted Halo has now made me realize that I need to pray for myself more 🙏🏻).
@bustedhalo, #bhsummerphoto : I spent yesterday mulling over the #garden prompt and how our bodies are #gardens to be #cared for...yet I refused to take care of my #body , my garden, yesterday. So today’s #morningview was a #trifectaofcare : #prayer (my #magnificat is one of the best gifts my #boyfriend has ever gotten me!), a #healthybreakfast , and #yogawithadriene (courtesy of @adrienelouise). If we look at our #bodies , #minds , #hearts , and #souls as garden, we need to care for them properly. And yes, that means #feeding and #watering . But it also means pulling #weeds , sheltering from bad weather, seeking out good #soil (and providing #fertilizer if the natural soil isn’t enough). And when our days (and nights!) get #busy , caring for these God-given gardens often becomes our last #priority . I know it does for me.
But here’s the kicker. A garden only needs a little bit of time every day. Pull a few weeds here and there. Carve aside a few minutes morning and night to feed and water it properly. If you catch the neighborhood deer having a hey-day, poke your head out the window and holler it away. It’s the little things that make a garden grow.
You’re welcome for the #metaphors . 😉
It’s day 1 of @bustedhalo’s #bhsummerphoto challenge, and the prompt is...*cue drumroll*...#summergoals .
I’ve been bouncing goals around for YEARS, people. (Btw, still working on losing those pesky 35 pounds). It brings me absolutely no joy. Not anymore, after ages of facing the #failures instead of the #wins .
So...why am I still doing it?! Because behind every tiny goal is a bigger one. Behind the “carve out more #metime ” goal is the desire to live #happily . Behind the “lose 35 pounds” goal is the aim to live #healthily . Behind everything I strive for is the longing to live #genuinely .
So here’s to a #paradigmshift . 👊🏻 And to kicking those tiny goals out of the ballpark along the way. 😉