The Coptic Christians are under attack.
There is a lot of hand wringing about it for U.S. Christians. Lots & lots of requests for prayers.
I would like to know what we are supposed to praying for. Government intervention? No government can bring earthly peace. Less likelyhood of being killed? That would deny them their martyrdom crown & all it's glory.
I have decided to pray for them to have courage to be faithful to God's will, the gift of forgiveness for the survivors, & for the rest of us to have fortitude when this persecution comes to us.
Because it will.
Friday, August 30, 2013
Sunday, August 18, 2013
big deal.
I cut my hair.
No big deal right?
When you are young it grows and the color doesn't radically change over night and you experiment because it just grows back.
But then an odd thing happens in your 40's.
If you're lucky the gray is slowly starting to arrive. The over all color begins to change. It doesn't grow easily anymore and that once totally thick pony tail? Well, it isn't any more.
I was a natural blond into my late 30's and then it went dark, suddenly. I colored it for about 10 years because I didn't recognize my self in the mirror. When the late 40's arrived, I decided that I was tired of maintenance. I decided that God has us change through the years for a reason and I needed to embrace that process.
I let the blond grow out and I finally cut it. The blond is gone now. It's a big deal, and yet it isn't. There is some freedom in this process. A transition to a different age, era, and everything that comes with it. It is a big deal that I still feel 25 and no longer look it. It is a big deal that I am no longer fertile, but I still long for babies. It is a big deal that after 21 years I no longer have any babies, toddlers, or preschoolers in my home, just young adults and teens with one child left in the mix.
While those are all big changes, I'm ready. We have gotten through most of the terribly hard family building years that are life draining, financially draining, and spiritually challenging. And I would go back again tomorrow and do it all again!
But now I remember how for years I have watched the older people at daily mass and I have longed to be one. To be able to attend to spirituality as your full time job?? What joy!!! And now in 20 short years I will be one. And I'm glad. And that is a big. deal.
No big deal right?
When you are young it grows and the color doesn't radically change over night and you experiment because it just grows back.
But then an odd thing happens in your 40's.
If you're lucky the gray is slowly starting to arrive. The over all color begins to change. It doesn't grow easily anymore and that once totally thick pony tail? Well, it isn't any more.
I was a natural blond into my late 30's and then it went dark, suddenly. I colored it for about 10 years because I didn't recognize my self in the mirror. When the late 40's arrived, I decided that I was tired of maintenance. I decided that God has us change through the years for a reason and I needed to embrace that process.
I let the blond grow out and I finally cut it. The blond is gone now. It's a big deal, and yet it isn't. There is some freedom in this process. A transition to a different age, era, and everything that comes with it. It is a big deal that I still feel 25 and no longer look it. It is a big deal that I am no longer fertile, but I still long for babies. It is a big deal that after 21 years I no longer have any babies, toddlers, or preschoolers in my home, just young adults and teens with one child left in the mix.
While those are all big changes, I'm ready. We have gotten through most of the terribly hard family building years that are life draining, financially draining, and spiritually challenging. And I would go back again tomorrow and do it all again!
But now I remember how for years I have watched the older people at daily mass and I have longed to be one. To be able to attend to spirituality as your full time job?? What joy!!! And now in 20 short years I will be one. And I'm glad. And that is a big. deal.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Start. Again.
Wasn't it just yesterday that I was eagerly looking forward to getting the kiddos out of school? I swear it was.
And here it is, the last Sunday of summer vacation. SHORTEST. SUMMER. EVER!!!
The mantra for 2014 is I'M NOT READY!!!!
I'm not ready for my daughter to be a junior, my Buggie to be 15, Wickers to start football, and Smoochie to move into 1st grade. Not ready, not at all.
But it's coming whether I'm ready or not. So I won't let them see me pout and dragging my feet to get ready for the start of the school year.
They are ready even if I'm not!
So bring on another school year. We start anew again!
And here it is, the last Sunday of summer vacation. SHORTEST. SUMMER. EVER!!!
The mantra for 2014 is I'M NOT READY!!!!
I'm not ready for my daughter to be a junior, my Buggie to be 15, Wickers to start football, and Smoochie to move into 1st grade. Not ready, not at all.
But it's coming whether I'm ready or not. So I won't let them see me pout and dragging my feet to get ready for the start of the school year.
They are ready even if I'm not!
So bring on another school year. We start anew again!
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