devastation

There is a devout and traditional priest in our diocese that has been in about every part of the diocese that you can imagine.

He has a huge following and is very well loved by many, many, people.

He is a child molester.

The chaos this is causing is just tremendous.  Our bishop is a very good man and the accusations that are being hurled against him and the accuser are shocking.  Just because you can't believe it, doesn't mean it isn't true.

Now, I know this man as well and I will admit that when I found out, I too, refused to believe it.  But when the diocese review board comes forward and says this is credible and removes him from ministry, do you not stop and pause?  Ask yourself the question, "what if it is true"?

It is impossible to wrap your mind around such diametrically opposed images.  Holy men aren't supposed to be child molesters.  So it can't be true!

If it were some smarmy, sleazy, carousing, not pious, priest, then it would be totally believable.  But saintly, pious, and devout? No. way.

As this story unfolds, the devastation for the followers of this man will be awful.  They will feel foolish for defending this man and for having been deceived by him for so many years.  And every other devote priest will be questioned, discounted, and held with suspicion.

I went from denial, to disbelief, to now being totally pissed off.  How could this have happened???? How can a priest who looks so good on the outside be so capable of such a heinous thing????

But I remember that one of Jesus' own betrayed Him.  A man who walked, ate, and slept, with God and still betrayed Him.  So we can't think a priest can betray us?  Not so much!

I know that God will turn this to His greater glory, and I hope it doesn't take too soon.

Our recourse is prayer...and that is what I'm doing.

a good mother would.....

Growing up

The weather here has been.....wintery.

We have positively LOVED it.  On Monday our city shut down and the whole family was forced to stay home.  I. Did. Not. Get. Dressed.  I did not clean one thing in this house.  I baked. I watched TV. I hung out with my husband.  All the while my children were doing their own thing.

It. Was. Glorious!!!

They have been home all week.

Last night, the "School is canceled, again" conversation went like this;

"Wickers, your school is closed, again.  How does 3 weeks of Christmas vacation feel?"


"It feels like what it must be like to be in college.  I feel grown up".

The fact that he knows that, at 12, does make him a little more grown up than I like.  In 6 short years he will, in deed, be home for Christmas break for 3 weeks.

All grown up.  Too soon.

Thanks wintery weather, I'm going to hang on to this break as long as I can!

A good mother would!

Happy Birthday!!!!

This blog is one year old!!!!

Yesterday.

Yes, I'm that on top of things.

I find it compelling that I started this blog over concern about Smoochie starting his new therapy regime.

A year later, I'm making another leap of faith.  He was expelled, or "mutually agreed to withdraw", depending on who you believe, and will begin therapy full time.  No more school for my sweet baby.  And I have no idea how we are going to pay for it.

And I don't even care.

That Friday afternoon when we got the terrible news about Smoochie, I flew over to our parish Blessed Sacrament chapel and spilled my pain to the Lord.  This child belongs to Him and is on loan to me.  I know that this is the correct path.  I know that it will be ok.

So happy birthday blog!  Even though life hadn't changed much in the last year, everything has in fact changed.

Wonder what will happen this year?  Whatever it is....the Lord has it!

Trust in Him.

a good mother would!

Birthdays.

I turned 49 yesterday.  Buggy turned 15.

I worked, ran errands, had dinner with BS and my best friends, flew home and cooked dinner for the family.
Prepped food for the party, threw a cake in the oven really quick, flew to the vigil mass.  Our new driver as of Saturday, Bella, drove the kiddos home from mass in foul, snowy weather and kept everyone alive!

BS and I then went to the parish Trivia Night to support the seminarians with 4 other couples and 200 other "friends".  Father blessed our food, and our beer! And then we proceeded to answer 100 absurd trivia questions consuming toooo much food.  A toast at midnight, hugs and kisses to my love and friends, a final blessing to send us out into the New Year and off we went.

One. of. the. best. birthdays. ever!!!!

Did you notice how that was all about me?

Buggy got his cake "thrown" into the oven.

sigh.

He did get the one thing he wanted more than anything and did go to mass with us.

When we got home, he said, "Can we eat the cake tomorrow, mom?"

Yes, dear son.  Tomorrow will be all about you....

a good mother would......