I realize it’s been a while since I’ve disciplined myself to fill this space with anything meaningful. Lots going on, lots going on.
These days, it’s easy to be tempted toward discouragement. There’s so much darkness in the world – even in our own backyards – yet at each turn I’m reminded that, in and of myself, I am powerless to fix any of it. Still, we are reminded by St. Paul’s letter to the Thessalonians in today’s First Reading that we can truly live if we “stand firm in the Lord.” Stand firm … what does that mean for us as Catholic Christians living in modern society? How are we bringing the light of Christ into – and despite – the darkness of the world? Truly, are we that much different than members of the early Church, forging our identity as Christ-followers in the face of a culture that mocks and despises him?
Our Gospel reading from St. Matthew tells us that we do not know the day or the hour that the Master will come. We are called to be watchful and ready for Him. Are you ready? I can honestly say that I’m not there yet, but I am really striving to be! Some days it’s all I can do to be sure that my shirt isn’t on inside out and the kids are fed. But I keep forging ahead, one flip-flopped foot in front of the other, one imperfect prayer at a time.
I do sincerely believe, though, that we often underestimate the power of our humble prayers, faithfully offered. Isn’t that what God really wants? For us to return to Him time and time again in the quiet conversation of our hearts that says, “I’m not perfect, Father, but I am here – I keep showing up – and I offer You all that I am, warts and all”? St. James tells us that the prayers of a righteous person are very powerful. So, are my prayers enough to help change this world I live in – to change myself? I choose to hope this is true.
Speaking of powerful prayers, today the Church celebrates the Feast of St. Monica, a notorious intercessor whose son, Augustine, was brought back to the Faith in large part because of her steadfast prayers for his conversion. I am honored to share my thoughts about today’s readings and Monica’s life over at Blessed is She today. I hope you’ll ponder and pray with me, for nothing shall be impossible for God. Not the messiness on my kitchen floor or the brokenness of my life … not even my eternal salvation, found in Him alone.
My last post here was about being sick. And, while I’m better (it wasn’t consumption – it was bronchitis), I am still pretty wiped out a lot of the time But the wiped-out-edness might also be because the TVPCrew and I are recording our next round of episodes beginning tomorrow (15 episodes in all) AND I’m co-hosting the first Blessed Brunch Wednesday, and, overall, scrambling trying to advertise, promote, fund, organize, and generally deliver the women’s conference I hadn’t planned on being responsible for this year.
Is that seven things yet? Well, it should be if it isn’t. So, while all these other things are swirling about (and my husband’s starting a new job in a week – NBD), I had a chance to write my latest post for CatholicMom.com, aptly titled, “When Mama doesn’t have time to be sick.”
Okay – who *does* have time to be sick, anyway? Not many people I know, that’s for sure. But for busy Moms hoping to enjoy summer vacation with their families while simultaneously tackling a “to-do” list the length of a pro-NBA player’s arm, now, sweet Baby Jesus, is not the time to be sick. Perhaps, like me, you’ve been struck with a pesky illness during these hot summer days, and wonder how to take care of yourself amidst the loads of laundry and bickering siblings and phone calls that need returning.
Please read the whole thing and love it and hold it and call it George here.
Until next time, y’all, take GOOD CARE of yourself. You are worth it!
I was blessed to write today’s devotion over at Blessed is She, one about seemingly devastating pain and sorrow that was miraculously transformed by the healing touch of our saving Lord. Maybe, like me, you’ve experienced pain or sorrow so deeply that, at times, life doesn’t seem like it’s worth living anymore. I am here to testify to you, my dear sisters in Christ, that life is *always* worth it, even if it isn’t easy. Real healing begins when you can allow Jesus himself to enter into your life and say to you as he did to the little girl in today’s Gospel: “My child, I say to you: arise.”
Please know that he loves you so, so much and wants nothing more than for you to be healed. You are not alone. God bless you. ❤
Today, in many dioceses, we celebrate the Ascension of the Lord. While we absolutely should not gloss over the mind-blowing event surrounding Jesus’ rising by His own power into Heaven, I’m transfixed by the exhortation Jesus gives His disciples immediately before He ascends:
“And these signs will accompany those who believe: in my name they will cast out demons; they will speak in new tongues; they will pick up serpents, and if they drink any deadly thing, it will not hurt them; they will lay their hands on the sick, and they will recover.”
These are Christ’s final recorded words on earth, which means they are probably pretty significant. Why then don’t we, as Catholic Christians, talk about them more?
Good morning or good evening or good night, my friend!
Whatever time of day it is, whatever you are doing and wherever you are, YOU are called to be on a mission from God, for God, and by God. However you can manage it or fumble it or hit it out of the ballpark: YOU are called.
I hope you’ll take a moment to hop over to Blessed is She to ponder the Scriptures of the day and embrace the Word your Heavenly Father has prepared just for you, just for today. I hope you’ll take some time with Jesus to read, reflect, savor, and be fed.
Now is the acceptable time to answer His call, dear one. Right here is your mission field … exactly where you are. Thanks be to God.