Bodies of water, whether a wide open ocean with raging waves or a calm pond in the neighborhood, both fascinate and soothe me.
This Lent I’m seeking silence and making an effort to get outside and move and breathe deeply. These guys, a lone fisherman and his winged companions, caught my attention. They stood motionless waiting for a bite. I could learn a thing or two about patience from them.
Do you have a favorite space or place to seek peace and quiet?
Hi friends!
As part of my work with the Ladies Sodality at my parish, we are going to begin Total Consecration to Jesus through Mary this Thursday, February 20th, for a consecration date of March 25th for the Feast of the Annunciation.
Our group has requested various formats, including purchasing books, photocopying an online PDF, and most popular, a request for a daily email with links to the prayers.
In order to fulfill that last request, I asked my friends Greg and Jennifer Willits at New Evangelizer’s Rosary Army if they would permit me to link to their webpages where they have already done the work for me. It’s utilizing the available resources! They graciously said yes!
If you’d like to receive a daily link to the prayers, sign up for the daily reminder at my newsletter. Click here.
An email with the day’s link will go to your mailbox in the early morning. You may say your prayers for the day on a schedule that works best for you. I hope you’ll join us!
This morning at Adoration I looked down to drop the kneeler and encountered a lone little cheerio. I picked it up and popped it in my back pocket to throw away later, but first I rolled it around in my hand for a moment and smiled.
It reminded me of my grandson, and his sweet ability to snuggle with me and be content to sit in my lap endlessly, wanting nothing more than to be held and reveling in that comfort and then in a split second want to squirm away to explore. I’ve seen first hand how a fistful of cheerios or goldfish instantly calms the explorer.
That rogue cheerio tells me that a little one was here at Adoration, and maybe, after getting a little restless, Mom or Dad, or maybe Grandma, offered some cheerios in exchange for a little more quiet time. It probably worked for a little while, too. I’m sure they cleaned up after themselves even though this last rogue cheerio escaped. Perhaps I was meant to find it and pray for the family that sat in that pew before me.
So pray I did, and not just for this family, but for all the families with young children who may struggle but make the effort to go to church. Who sometimes feel judged or unwelcomed and keep coming back. Next time you feel an unkind look in your direction, remember there’s a grandma somewhere in Adoration, remembering you in prayer. Cheerios optional.
