At the eventide of our lives, we shall be judged on love.
~Saint John of the Cross
Moments of Gratitude
The last time I checked, we live fifteen degrees north of the equator. And for some (scientific, I am sure), reason, Holy Week is situated in the hottest season of the year. Did I say humid, too? A case in point. Right now, it is 5:35 in the afternoon. I sit in front of the computer feeling rather cool. I check the weather stats and I learn that my "cool" is 32 degrees Celsius and we are at 51 percent humidity.
The point being that... it was hotter and more humid last week, which was Holy Week. And attending the Triduum did not appeal all that much to me. Husband was bent on going, though. And for some reason, I pulled out my dusty Sunday Missal, which I haven't used in a while, and took special interest in it. And two weeks before -- seemingly, on a whim because I haven't owned one in years -- I bought myself an anahaw fan, trusty-looking and tightly woven. (In the Philippines, it is customary for churchgoers to bring with them an anahaw fan or a Spanish fan.) And Husband did all the cooking starting Holy Wednesday, so housework was not so heavy for me. And, as shameful as it sounds, I just simply ran out reasons to miss the Triduum.
So we went. On Thursday. Then on Friday. And finally for the very long Easter Vigil on Saturday.
The great lesson of my Holy Week? God does not give up on me. Which is really what Holy Week and salvation history is all about, is it not?
Pondering and Praying
Is there really a very thin line between closely guiding your children in their decisions (fashion, entertainment, friends, academic choices) and insisting on running their lives for them?
If I overdo it, they might turn out wimpy and unable to decide and fend for themselves as adults. If I under-do it, they might turn out wimpy and unable to decide and fend for themselves as adults. But I cannot not do anything. "Passive" is never an adjective that sits well with the noun "parents".
Saint Monica prayed.Surely, so did my own mother, my mother-in-law, and countless other mothers. Just as surely, too, the graces came.
Is it just in my house, or is it the same elsewhere that the mending basket and the laundry hamper are frequently in the same condition? Both are never empty!
Every time I have to do mending work, I am a bit sad that creative sewing takes a back seat. Every time I do creative sewing, I feel a little guilty because utilitarian sewing, aka mending, piles up. The sewing lady's dilemma, I call it. I guess the remedy is to sit back, enjoy, and keep on stitchin'!
But the beach beckons! Barbecue parties, too! And maybe, the mountain city?
This must must be the unspoken question in my children's minds: What are we waiting for??!!
Eager to be at pace with the wonderful themes and readings set for 2013 but not as organized in making sure that I have the right book on my desk at the right month, I am settling down with the fact that I cannot read "Practice of the Presence of God" this month. But... because I was not able to read February's book either (for the same reason), I decided to read "Hallowed Be This House" by Thomas Howard for April. Did I confuse you?
I'm sticking to one website for cooking and baking ideas for the Easter Season: Catholic Cuisine. So much information, so many suggestions!
I will, of course, focus on Easter-Pentecost, April, and May. I will try not to be overwhelmed and realistically assess what I am capable of doing :-)
Around the House
'You know how it is when you know you have to work on a project with long-term benefits, but everyday upkeep gets in the way? It happens to me. All. the. time.
This time around, the project comes by the fancy name of "book classification and re-shelving". (That is assuming that there will be enough shelves, of course.) I am consoling myself by insisting that this is
a common problem (or concern, if I want to be mild about it) among homeschooling families. Still, I am not about to take a photo of our bookshelves; you see, I don't want you to get so turned off and stop reading my blog :-).
I am writing about it here because it is a way of holding myself down to the task. I am in the process of preparing for the next school year, and homeschooling experience has taught me this: you don't see it, you don't use it. True for art supplies, true for sports equipment, true for books.
But looking ahead to the next school year, I definitely am. Just now, I made the decision that this year, I am choosing (begging, actually) Saint Jude Thaddeus to be the patron saint of our school year, not just for the homeschool but also for Eldest Daughter who is in college and Only Son who started attending "regular" school this year. I am seeking his intercession especially in the areas of planning and recordkeeping :-).
This beautiful plant grows in a pot by the front door of my parents' house. It's a kind of bromeliad, according to my sister who took the photo.
This post was originally linked with the Catholic Woman's Almanac, a Monday online linking activity started by Jenny who now blogs at The Littlest Way.