Daybook :: Holy Week 2014
Spring has burst the doors open this week. How kind of it to
finally arrive and to set Easter weekend off in a proper fashion.
Coming out of physical therapy one day, I stood waiting for my mom to drive around and pick me up at the door. (Crutching -it's now a verb at our house- is not easy for long distances.)
As I waited, exhausted, sore and a little down in the dumps, I happened to look up, and hanging right overhead were the most amazing poufs of pear blossoms.
I imagined that they had been a bit down in the dumps just a few days earlier, eager to bloom and come into their yearly glory. They lifted my hopes and reminded me that though I am still awaiting my own Springtime, eventually, it will
The butter knife scratching across toasted bread, clinking spoons in cereal bowls, the whirring of a Dr. Who screwdriver.
The Restore Workshop has been a tremendous source of inspiring reading lately. Elizabeth's essays on rest, exercise, planning, marriage, choosing friends and following the Holy Spirit as women, wives and mothers could be published as a book they are so excellent. Each one is written like a personal letter from a wise friend or a peek into a friend's private diary. So much there to process - it will keep me thinking for quite a while.
One of my favorite lines from the essay on creativity:
"When I walk free of the fear of failing, I really can bring creativity into almost everything." Elizabeth Foss
When I converted in 1998, I never expected, hoped or even imagined my mother ever converting. It wasn't something I needed from them and we have never discussed it happening.
Luckily my mother has had many more Catholics in her life besides me over the past years and she has been moved by the way they live the Gospel in their daily lives. She began her investigation slowly, watching EWTN, especially The Journey Home, reading many books beginning with Catholicism for Dummies. She began attending Mass with a close friend and overcame her sense of confusion during the more solemn style of Catholic Mass.
When she called to tell me she had decided to begin RCIA I was shocked with surprise. I had not seen it coming. Her bravery to step out of her upbringing and into a whole new world of worshipping has once again made her a role model in my life.
God bless you Mom! You are an inspiration to me and I am so excited to share the beauty of the Catholic Church with you!
If you are so inclined, would you pray for her as she enters the church this weekend? Her Patron Saint is Elizabeth Ann Seton. I am sure she would greatly appreciate your intercessory prayers.