We are in the final days of Holy Week before the great celebration of Easter. My to do list seems to be growing as I try to scurry around to get things done before our Easter travels. The laundry pile is multiplying in size despite my efforts to divide and conquer and bunnies with the first name of dust are making their way across my furniture.
Still I find myself saying slow down. The words continue to play on my heart. The days are short. Live out this season as it is. Sit at Jesus’ feet and listen. Be present to wipe Christ’s face on the road to Calvary. Console His grieving heart. Be the strength to help carry His cross. The arms to comfort those along the way. The one present.
How can I fully enter in when I am being woken up at night, the toddler is whining, the baby needs to be changed, dinner made and called upon to listen to stories of the day. I need to simply be present. Present to Christ who is made visible in the caring for my children. If I can only slow down to recognize His face.
Spending less time on social media and more time with scripture. Less time fussing over house work and more time reading to my kids. Less time worrying and more time listening.
Wishing you peace in the stillness, love in the mystery and healing in the victory.
Ann. I have followed you for a month now and l must say you are such an inspiration to me. I got three kiddos and you have taught me how to love every stress of motherhood.
Oh you are too kind, thank you. So happy you are here! I am figuring it out as I go and usually find myself writing about the very thing that I need to be reminded of.
Motherhood and worshipping as we would like to, even as we feel called to is such a challenge. I started the Divine Mercy Novena and the first prayer I was interrupted no less than 3 times by my children. I can barely do a single chore without being interrupted, distracted, pulled elsewhere….it is trying. Even with patience and prayer and heeding the Holy Spirit to remain calm and loving towards our little ones it is exhausting. I want so very very much to go on a retreat, but leaving my family is nearly impossible.
Dust bunnies and laundry mountains are the Lord’s work. It is worship. It is a sacrifice of praise. Beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness….
It’s a tough gig, mama dear, but we are doing the Lord’s work.
Amen! So much truth in your words, we are doing the Lord’s work. I hear you with the motherhood and worshiping as we would like, I left the Good Friday service feeling exhausted and slightly disappointed I wasn’t able to enter in as fully as I would have liked to. There is grace given in our sacrifice.