CWA Time people!!! Link up time over at Suscipio! Can I just say that I’ve been thinking of writing this post all weekend!?
Pretty self-explanatory, just respond to the bold items and link up!
::the upcoming visit of my step-son (to stay)
::my husband leading the mealtime prayer (with no prompt from anyone!)
::my husband asking “where’s my cross?” (a gift at our wedding from the priest)
::butter melting on my morning bagel
::conversations with my husband
::straight up silliness with my boys
::iced green tea
::patented drive by’s at the new place
::old pictures, notes, memories and cards from my “junk” drawers. Why do we call them that? They’re clearly not. I digress…
::my creeper friend (you know who you are, S!)
I am praying for my family, my husband and children to stay close to our Lord always. I am also praying for the ability to see God in everything – good, bad, ugly and indifferent. Always.
I am also praying for a man who was badly burned in a freak accident and is in a medically induced coma. Won’t you pray for him too? His name is John Wolgemuth. I am praying that he is healed and that his family feels God’s love and strength during what must be a blindingly painful time.
I am also praying for another friend’s son over in Afghanistan. His name is Jon (Robert). Won’t you pray for him too?
I am particularly focused on those souls in Purgatory this week too. Don’t know where that’s coming from. I know we all should, but the need for me to is especially intense lately.
I am thinking that I need more prayer time. I need to schedule it maybe but don’t want what comes with that – or what I think comes with that. “Ok Cristina, time to pray so let’s get on with it”. I don’t like that. Sometimes though I am SO very distracted that I can’t get to the places I should go or rather, would like to go. Is it even right for me to want anything? Shouldn’t it be about where He wants me to go? I am always in reflection about actions, feelings, family, eternity and what heaven will be like even. I am also nervous about praying too much in front of my husband. He’s never said that I couldn’t, that I shouldn’t or that he’s uncomfortable with my doing so. In fact, quite the opposite. He respects it. But then, I also don’t like to exercise in front of him either. So it’s ALL me. I’m a little
nutty quirky personal like that.
I’m not sleeping well. I’m up till the wee hours of the morning. Tea doesn’t help, reading doesn’t help (as you’ll see), TV doesn’t help, melatonin doesn’t help, and I say more Hail Mary’s than 10 rosaries, and that doesn’t help. Maybe it’s on account of the changes and the move that I am just anxious:
- Mother Theresa In the Shadow of Our Lady by Joseph Langford. I finished this in two evenings. So yeah. Reading doesn’t help with the sleep. I couldn’t put this down.
- The Story of a Soul by St. Therese de Lisieux. I’m actually listening to it. I found a place where I could listen to this (FOR FREE!) while I cook, clean, vacuum – you get the idea. I’ve already read it, but I think it’s different to listen to this. Next up, anything and everything St. Teresa of Avila. Oh yeah.
- Lumen Fidei by Pope Francis I I am trying to tackle this a little at a time because I feel like each sentence is a gem unto itself. Especially when I think of my family.
The hum of the air conditioner and the murmur of voices in another room.
I have absolutely no idea. My husband is working from home and so he usually takes care of dinner. Yeah, I’m blessed like that. Last night he made my favorite…Spanish Spaghetti. Such a comfort food.
I’m moving in a couple of weeks so I am packing up but having to clean up at the same time. Double duty. And with my step-son coming I am making sure the room he’ll be in isn’t SO chaotic that he doesn’t feel welcome. So, sheets washed and ready. Comforter folded. Yes, comforter. No matter what time of year it is we use a comforter. Why? Because who doesn’t want to be comforted to sleep?
Making and doing
Jenny said I could change this to whatever I wanted so I’ll see how this goes. I made 40 rosaries. I even brought my little projects with me to the firework show. My friend S asked me to as she was bringing her knitting. We sit there and wait for the show about 3 hours – so what else is there to do while the kids eat pops and we chat? A subtle but great way to share my faith with strangers. No one asked me about them, but they were looking and that’s enough for me. I also taught myself (because my friend S mentioned it – isn’t she awesome?) how to make sacrifice beads from this site. My first try wasn’t so bad. A little tight and twisted, but maybe that’s just a reflection of how I feel lately. Hmmmm, contemplation much?
Music for a mass that I will cantor at this Saturday. I switched times this week with another cantor and it couldn’t be better timing. With my step-son coming on Thursday, this will be the first time he attends a mass with us and he’ll see me sharing in a way he hasn’t before. Did I mention that I stopped singing for years? So, he’s never heard me.
Around the Web
Oh the places I’ve been! Including the other links throughout this post that I’ve shared I’ll add these two. I am really delving into some Carmelite spirituality. I feel it really does me good. I love it, feel like I understand it and always want to learn more. So, as I was up – not sleeping while listening to the
snoring soft breathing of the rest of the house, I received a newsletter with this caption: How to Join a Third Order Um, hello! Hi, what’s up God? Thanks for being so direct with me at 2AM. Could it be that all was so quiet in my head that I could hear Him speak?
I’ve been thinking and praying about this for a while. A stretch. A tad. I should save it for a post. In any case, I think I will start to add some of these suggestions to see if I can manage it. I’m still in the “thinking, praying, discerning, nah not me, maybe me?” phase. I need more time. I’m not ready to share this just yet with anyone and I don’t know why I have here. Well, maybe if anyone else was in this stage or a more advanced stage that they would share? Add their two cents?
As always, I am pinning my tail off. Ha! Pinning my tail. That’s pretty funny.
My boys try to make me laugh all the time. And it’s super easy for me to. They’re hilarious. My youngest is holding on to my leg and my eldest had to jump in. They want snacks. Can I refuse? Not with those faces.