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A Tired Mom’s Prayer

A Tired Mom’s Prayer

As mothers, we are always tired about something.  But even in our exhaustion, we are not to lose our humor.  Here is a  tired mom’s prayer.  Hopefully you can relate. A Tired Mom’s Prayer Dear Lord, I would ask you to grant me peace, but I am be afraid it could be everlasting peace, so I won’t go there.  Instead Lord, I am going to ask for solace. Please don’t mistake me, I’m not miserable with my lot; I am tired. I’m sure you are already aware of my schedule, sleep for maybe 4-5 hours, get things done, and be entertaining. While this is the work that all parents do, there are many ups, and downs and too many…”Oh my!”  I would think as my daughter (aka the most wonderful gift in the world) gets older, sleep won’t be that elusive. Hahaha joke’s on me again. (little did I know two additional gifts will keep sleep elusive) If you can’t grant me solace, at least allow me to handle caffeine. It’s so not fun to scrape myself off the wall along with my daughter (now 3 children) because I caved in and drank a half cup of coffee. For the sake of my husband’s sanity, I’ll stay away. But I really do need a natural replacement. Speaking of sanity, it would be nice to finally locate mine. I know it was funny to have me “lose” it 2 1/2 years ago (update: its been 9 years..wow!), but this is a long standing joke that I’m sure only you find funny (okay, my family does too…but it has to be...
How I Truly Feel about Confession

How I Truly Feel about Confession

  We never practiced confession growing up.  You did something wrong–you go straight to God. It wasn’t a Sacrament in my home, because we weren’t Catholic–yet. The closest anyone got to reconciliation was a quick “sorry” and that would be the end of it. Whenever we heard the words, many times it didn’t seem genuine. We would say the words, but never admit what we were sorry for. So, Reconciliation wasn’t part of my family vocabulary. Even after our conversion to Catholicism, Reconciliation was an afterthought.  After all, we accepted it, but we still fought with our Protestant way of thinking. The Game Changer   All that changed for me a few years ago. While re-learning the faith I entered, I decided to randomly pick up, 7 Secrets of  Confession by Vinny Flynn. This once dreaded Sacrament became the one I love, and only second to the Eucharist. In my earlier way of thinking, you went into a closet and tell a man your deepest darkest secrets. A person who you don’t know, will know more about you than anyone else. That you wouldn’t be seen as a great person but a deeply flawed person. I have come to recognize that in that tiny box is a place of healing. A doctor for my soul. That man, is the ear of Christ, and he is there to doctor me. I had to give up my earlier notions that I wouldn’t be seen as perfect, as I like, and confessing my failings is what I needed to be closer to Him. Reconcilliation reminds me to see myself as I truly am. Warts and all....
There Are No Shortcuts

There Are No Shortcuts

  The other day, I was searching, for a solution.  I was on website after website on how to clean the oven.  Yes, my brand new oven that had baked on grease stains from me failing to clean it up sooner.  I searched for days, honestly looking for the perfect easy solution.  I was even determined to pay for an oven cleaner, if that will return my oven back to new condition. Finally, I accepted the truth.  I had everything I need, and instead of just wasting my time on the internet looking for a solution, I should have spent that time cleaning the oven. There are no shortcuts when real work has to begin   In my search, I was looking for a shortcut.  I was looking for a way for me to clean the oven without me having to “work.”  I was hoping, that I can find that perfect cleaner that will not only clean the oven, but do it quickly–like 5 minutes right after I spray it. In the end, I used a cleaner that I had. I had to let it soak, then “work” at removing the grease.  My oven is almost like new again. In our spiritual lives, we always hope that there will be an easy solution to grow in holiness.  A simple prayer ever morning should do it–we think.  Maybe it’s a quick skip of breakfast on Sunday morning and we feel like we are climbing that mountain called holiness. Let’s be honest, we spend more time trying to figure out how not to “work” on something, meanwhile wanting the results as if...
Lenten Reflections After 1 Week

Lenten Reflections After 1 Week

  I don’t have the free time like I did in the past to blog. That’s okay though. I understand that I’m in a different season, and whatever season is going to be thrown at me I’ll just enjoy for now.  As of now, this post is about a week late than I would like. This year for Lent, I decided to give up something seemingly simple. I stopped adding honey (or any sweetener) to my tea.  For my family that knows me, I am I huge tea drinking fan.    Earl Grey in the morning, Jasmine green tea in the afternoons, Chamomile tea in the evening right before bed. Every time I drink something, it’s most likely tea. So, a huge sacrifice for me is to stop adding sweeteners my teas. That way, when I drink my tea, I am fully aware of the sacrifice that I’m making.  One would ask why not give up tea for Lent, and the answer is simple: it’s supposed to be my sacrifice, not make everyone around me unhappy. So, no honey in my tea for Lent it is.    Every day of the year is a sacrifice   Another reason for this seemingly simple sacrifice, is that I feel every day of the year is a day for mortification, and penance.  Not just six weeks.   In the past, I have not given up anything, but tried to create new habits that would help me grow in holiness.  I vowed to pray the rosary daily, now I’ve done it for years.  Another year, I vowed to pray the Liturgy of the Hours,...
Photography Baby Steps – Sunday

Photography Baby Steps – Sunday

  Baby steps, baby steps, I keep telling myself that I’ll get back into photography when I have time…   But it wasn’t until lately that I realize that all I have is time.  I may not do everything that I want to do with my time, but that has to change.  I have to (of course) take of my family, but I also need to take care of myself.  Last year, I wrote about how the body is a temple, and now I’m getting back into the things that calmed my mind. While I love to read, and that will always be my first passion, I have also decided to take up photography.  While I started when my middle baby was young, I slowly slid off my chart of seemingly impossible projects, to snapping pictures of us on the go. What I failed to notice that everyday there is an opportunity to just be and enjoy the life that God has given me.  I have to admit that I am not as thankful all the time.  Children screaming, fighting, and me praying for bedtime, but I really need to take a look around and appreciate what I have. So, while I won’t make promises that I’ll do it often, I will take account and enjoy the everyday that is around me.  I don’t live in a house, nor do I have expensive equipment, but I know I don’t need all of that.  What I need is to look at my life with my children, and just be thankful. My everyday is boring for some, but to me (and us) it...
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