Wednesday, July 26, 2017

A Way of Listening

Friends. This has been a summer of summers. A summer full of light and truth and good and new.

My new baby girl has made this whole summer pretty special.

I am definitely feeling the slight panics every now and then of how this is all going to actually WORK

but then peace always seems to follow when...I look at her.

I have such confidence in the intentional giving of her life to this particular family, He deemed it so, and therefore I trust that although it may not look pretty, life is as it should be.

So, also, a labor of love, last week my parish hosted a Level One part one Catechesis of the Good Shepherd training. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!


Ever since leaving Alaska, it was my desire to share this work with my new new friends. I felt like I have been mentioning CGS whenever I could for two years, I am so happy I have friends fact...many of my closest friends took the training...and now..Alleluia! The workings of a Level One atrium has started at St Bede Parish in Williamsburg, Virginia!

I have only wanted to be a messenger, and my friend Abby so wisely said as I worried how the training would go, "If it is truly beautiful, the work will speak for itself."

God cannot be outdone in the generosity of how he pulled together fifteen women to become immersed in the kerygma, the good news,  in a new way.

And I witnessed again what I should have known all along, where I see so clearly...the prepared environment is one thing...the prepared adult is completely essential. I MUST be that.
We can transform a room to be an atrium, but the transformation must happen in the adult first.

The Help came, as I had prayed He would. The Help moving very slowly at first, the work of CGS staying ever so so small in a parish community this big (10,000 strong)...and then as my dear friend Mary Clare said, the Spirit moves like the wind, fast changing, and just as we see leaves move in the breeze...the Spirit spoke to us in Signs and Moments...


The messenger was Katy Rice, my trainer and friend who had trained me in Juneau. She came to help us...Katy was our Aslan...on the move...coming...coming to turn things upside down, as she placed the child in front of us and opened up the Word.





I just wanted to share this crumb, I feel like this post is inadequate...words really are. But the mustard seed has been somewhat planted in this parish and I am eagerly anticipating bearing witness to the fruits of the GREAT INNER STRENGTH that lies in that mustard seed.

Baby is crying...blessings...

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

True Freedom

She made it here safely. Our beautiful baby girl was born on Father's Day. You can imagine our joy. Justin, the children and I are all so happy. She fits perfectly, as we knew she would.

There is something I am experiencing with her though that is so new to this sixth one...

It doesn't feel like work anymore.

Ok ok she IS a good baby and I have had FIVE other children so I guuuuueeeess I am an experienced mom, and it might have something to do with all of the other mama hens who are able to help...

but more I find that it isn't work because she is our Pearl of Great Price. 

As in, Justin and I have turned a corner in this FAMILY bit and it doesn't feel like we are "stepping into an arena" or that it is our "duty to have children" or that we are "making sacrifices," it just feels very freeing to be married and to follow God's design for our marriage.  

That is our baby girl. 

She is trust and faith and His agenda not ours. 

And out of His generosity, we have received the best of Gifts. 

There is freedom in just living your vocation of marriage. Every moment...

is His will for you.

I have been walking with a particular priest this pregnancy, who would have thought that an American Jesuit accused of being a Vatican spy during World War II, who spent twenty years in a Siberian work camp, could help ME...a twenty first century very pregnant mother in Virginia????

But he did...he is still helping...

"It is in choosing to serve God, to do his will, that man achieves his highest and fullest freedom."

 "It may seem paradoxical to say that our highest and fullest freedom comes when we follow to the least detail the will of another, but it is true nonetheless when that other is God."

"Accepting whatever comes or happens as the will of God, no matter what is costs spiritually, psychologically, physically, is the surest and quickest way to a freedom of soul and spirit that surpasses all understanding and explanation."

Happy Independence Day!