Reflection on Temperament

One of our faculty members sends out reflections for each week's Gospels. He links us to a site that provides some pretty insightful information on the upcoming Good News. Today's had me thinking....

The author writes: "We need to view God, always, as non-coercive, as an invitation. This has immense implications for everything to do with church and religion, from how we preach, to how we catechize, to how we do liturgy, to how we reach out to those who don’t share our beliefs, to how we approach divisive moral issues, to how loud we turn up the sound system in our churches. God’s voice is not a loud, coercive, overbearing, threatening voice, one that gets into your face whether you like it or not. Rather, God’s voice invites in, beckons, leaves you free, and is as non-threatening as the innocence and powerlessness of a baby—or a saint."

How profound!
Often, I get caught up in the management aspect of my classroom. It is impossible not to strive for organization, peace, control, etc. However, in doing so, I think I sometimes lose the God in me. The peaceful God. The quiet God. The one who is inviting. My voice does not beckon, or leave anyone feeling free.
I guess I wonder what the balance is between enforcing what must be upheld in my classroom and allowing them the space to understand my love for them, my care and concern I actually do have for them.

Just thoughts to take into consideration.
How gentle He is with us, how patient He is with us, how kind He is to us.... all of which I would hope my students would see in me.




For the reflection in full:
http://liturgy.slu.edu/4EasterC042510/reflections_rolheiser.html

Meeting Our Little Boy...

Without sounding amazingly morbid, I have to share a sentiment I have in regards to officially meeting my son yesterday...
I have to wonder what it must be like to lose a son when all I can think about is how much it meant to gain one. I cannot help but extol Our Mother for her amazing surrender to the cross of Christ. As we watched the ultrasound yesterday, I wished for a million more hours staring at his every movement. And, at the time, we did not know it was a boy. We found out hours later. And, every minute since the "big reveal" has been spent in thoughts of him – what he will look like, feel like, smell like, cry like, laugh like, and love like. I wished to see more of his little arms, his little toes, his little hands, and his little heart. I wanted him to know how much I loved him. I wanted him to know how proud of him I am; yes, already.
It may have been the most pivotal moment of my life – seeing the creation that my beloved husband and I played a role in alongside Christ. And, I cannot imagine what it must have been like for Mary to walk through her Lent, her journey to Golgatha. I do not think that Lent or Easter will ever mean the same again. I have always wondered what this would be like. And, before I could ever plan for my own experience, God planned it for me. I had no idea how spiritually awakening this would be for me. I mean, I knew how emotional it could be, but it has brought my understanding of The Sacrifice to a much more profound place.

On the lighter side of things, I am officially obsessed with my child. :) I cannot wait to get to know him. Most people encourage the "surprise gender" delivery. For some reason, I think God knew that I am the kind of person who uniquely relates to knowing the gender prior to delivery. I have had a significantly increased attachment to the babe within my womb over the last 24 hours and I credit it to being able to identify with him. And, my ability to feel connected to him has become even deeper – of which I did not think possible.

I cannot help but close with the well-known scripture from Jeremiah 1:5. It has never seemed more appropriate than now...
"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart..."

Praise God.

Loving Together

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction. ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

I cannot help but think of all the new decisions Josh and I must make on a daily basis now that we are preparing to be parents. Decisions that may have come easily prior to our expecting don't seem as easy anymore. There feels more to lose. There feels more to risk. At the same time, the weight of these decisions brings a sense of aliveness that I have never felt before, that I have never lived through. It makes me acknowledge in a very present way all that our future may hold. The possibilities, the struggles, the joys, the history that we will write together. I guess it is the first time he and I feel as if we are faced with writing our own story. Everything has come so easily up until now. Falling in love just happened. Getting married was perfect. Our love for each other withstanding. I have no doubts that God has us in the palm of His hand. And, as our Gospel read at our wedding, He has our best interest and our best needs in mind. He knows what we need. I just pray that God continues to place HEAVILY on our hearts where He wants us, what Yes's he wants us to give, and what boundaries He wishes us to place. This man that I continue to look outwardly with, this man that loves me far greater than I could ever understand, is the man that I choose to walk into Heaven with. I beg that God continues to place on our hearts the ways in which He will have us go.

Our First Ultrasound

You realize the enormity of the miracle when you see your baby for the first time, even though Baby Thomas is 9 weeks old and only an inch long. As Josh and I stood there, realizing that it was us who had taken part in this miracle, I couldn't help but smile at where God would bring us over the next 9 months (and a lifetime to come).
Despite the sickness and despite the trials of this first trimester, I can confidently say that I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I needed that image. I needed that moment.

May God grace the health and happiness of our child. And, I find it no coincidence that this experience fell on the Monday of the NATIONAL PRO-LIFE WEEK.

I found the quote below online, and, to be honest, I couldn't have said it better. I know its a little wordy. It takes a few readings before it sinks in. It really explains how I've felt, walking around in a world that doesn't feel the same anymore.....


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"Pregnant women! They had that weird frisson, an aura of magic that combined awkwardly with an earthy sense of duty. Mundane, because they were nothing unique on the suburban streets; ethereal because their attention was ever somewhere else. Whatever you said was trivial. And they had that preciousness which they imposed wherever they went, compelling attention, constantly reminding you that they carried the future inside, its contours already drawn, but veiled, private, an inner secret." -- Ruth Morgan

As continued from Erin Cart....

The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.
This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make! (Though I hope you will!)
2. What I create will be just for you.
3. It'll be done this year {might be a little while}
4. You get no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry or maybe even some creation I haven't even invented yet. I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
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Been awhile...

I have not gathered my thoughts and blogged in a very long time. I realize that so much has happened since my last entry. The Lord is funny how He works. He moves BIG mountains, uncovers huge lessons, guides right on through, and continues to be a source of strength and consistency. I am so blessed to report that I am newly engaged. Josh proposed on New Year's Eve and I am still unable to find the right words to communicate the wonderful shock of surprise and blessing. For those of you who do not know the dynamic of our relationship, we were the epitome of a surprise engagement.

Josh is a traditional country gentleman from Southern Louisiana who has fallen in love with me, a contemporary, city-girl currently employed as a graphic designer. Weird how that always works. Getting married was something we obviously wanted, but rarely discussed... if ever. On New Year's Eve of this year, while preparing for our annual bonfire, Josh asked if I'd go 'take a look at something with him.' (Little did I know or expect that he'd be taking me to see the wonderful image of him on a knee holding an engagement ring.) We loaded up onto a 4-wheeler and took off into the sunset, only to pull up into the middle of nowhere – a field behind his dad's house that Josh has always expressed wanting to have a house on one day. When we pulled up, I was definitely confused, but, of course, this wouldn't be anything unusual. The shock began when he started talking – I mean, the reality is that you never know WHAT you're about to hear when they start with, "There's just some things I wanted to talk to you about..." He started out discussing his New Year's Resolutions and moved into asking me to take a walk with him. As we started meandering further into this empty field, my heart began pounding quicker and if I had to guess, I'd say I was probably short of breath. Then, he starts with, "One day, I want to have a house here that I want you to make a home..." I was a little overwhelmed at such great sentiments, but still unsure of where he was going with it all. He took me a few yards from where we were parked, still I remained so cold and so curious. Then, out of nowhere, he led me to a beautiful dozen roses with wine on ice and a camera. Immediately I knew something wasn't normal; that this may be the moment I had always heard of. When I turned around wondering what was going on, he was on a knee – with tears in his eyes, he asked if "I'd spend the rest of my life with him!?" I, obviously, said yes and we stood there in the sunset and embraced. It was beautiful and unexpected and a great start to new journey.

We are currently in the process of planning our wedding. Many fun opportunities come along with this and even though some decisions can be stressful, I am so excited to be planning OUR WEDDING. It still has not seeped in all the way and I gradually grab hold of this beautiful reality one day at a time. Some days it seems too good to be true; other days I feel like its a dream. I am so lucky to have this man in my life. I am so thankful for the ways he loves me. Our relationship has drawn so much closer as we are now able to explore all sorts of conversations that we had never had before. Its been very exciting and I am so excited to see where we are led from here....

The wedding is on October 2, 2009. I ask that all prayers be extended our way. He is the man I always prayed and hoped for. I am so thankful to God who has provided in SO many ways....

As seen on a friend's blog –
"GK Chesterton's definition of a saint lies on my heart again. He says a saint is one who exaggerates what the world neglects. If I could choose one great gift that the world is neglecting I would have to choose feminine energy. It is what we need to save the world. It is what we need to be saints. Feminine energy is powerful because it is pure presence--gentle yet firm. It is an energy that gives warmth, comfort, and spirit simply by its presence. It receives rather than takes. It invites rather than demands. It unfolds rather than controls. It empowers rather than overpowers. It finds itself in being rather than in doing. Feminine energy shows her best face in leisure. She doesn't take time. She has time. She has time to be. This world is starving for this energy. It is part of the fire Christ came to cast on the earth-- a slow flame that burns from within and gradually transforms what it touches, precisely because it touches rather than clutches."
– A Tree Full of Angels by Macrina Wiederkehr



I love that. I have nothing more to say. :)