Forever Grateful If one were to spend 24 hours a day, every day of the year, thanking God, it would not be enough. Thanksgiving provides an official, nationwide day to thank God for His bounty, grace, mercy, love and care. One can easily find a thousand reasons to be grateful. Today, I would like to reflect on a sentence I heard during a thanksgiving exercise. As everyone took a turn to express their gratitude, the following words hit a cord: "Thank you, God, for not treating us like puppets." It was said by a second-grader, in my Sunday School class....
Saturday Morning might mean driving one child to a soccer practice, another to a birthday party, dropping off the dry clean, picking up the first child from soccer and the second one from swimming or was the second one at a birthday party? This means that the closest you ever get to a leisurely breakfast is watching other families enjoying theirs as you wait for your latte in the drive-through lane.
Vacation plans can present their own set of challenges. A consensus among family members has to be reached. Various alliances are formed, treacherous behavior is to be expected, “mom is right, we should go to Europe this year” says the conniving child while winking at his father. Bargains are negotiated, treaties are signed “You may have 3 consecutive Pizza nights preceding and following the vacation should we go to Cuba instead of Disney”.
Having had zero play writing experience, I was terrified of the responsibility but I was not about to turn down a request for a Saint on his Feast day!
My Family plan was traditional and fairy-tale friendly:
Fall in love : check
Get married to the man I love: check
Have my first child by my third wedding anniversary : FAIL
Have my first child by my fourth wedding anniversary: FAIL
Have my first child by my fifth wedding anniversary: FAIL
Have my first child by my sixth wedding anniversary: FAIL
If you are a worrier raise your hand! Once upon a time, there was a mother who claimed to have faith in God, and in His will and mercy. And then, her only child started Summer Camp. For the first time. Ever. Subsequently, proverbial Hell broke loose. Doubts and worries replaced Faith, as did flashbacks of every Criminal Minds episode her excellent memory could conjure up. Hours seemed longer than their supposed 60 minutes duration. The clock was consulted every minute and a half until pick up time rolled around. Then again, the pickup ritual started 45 minutes before its...
How foolish this bird was, I thought! Why was it not getting the message? It kept hurting itself in the process and yet it kept going.
The movie is appropriately titled: Infinity Wars. This is how it feels; there is an infinite amount of attacks on Christianity.
Why start my publishing journey by writing a story for children? Christian children? My faith, my son and the angels I serve in my Sunday School class. I have been writing since before I can remember. Writing occurs in spite of me; independent of my will. My son, extraordinary in my eyes, has the same ordinary love for superheroes as the average youngster his age. Despite my best efforts, Bible stories could not compete, night after night, with the allure of Spider-Man or Captain America. We would read Moses one night and he would ask for Lightning Mcqueen the following...
Completely detached from the world. In a cocoon with only one thing to do: pray!
Can you imagine 3 days of stillness , in communication with our Lord?
Would I (ever) be able to sit in absolute stillness for 3 days? 3 hours even?