“He who is faithful in a very little thing is faithful also in much; and he who is unrighteous in a very little thing is unrighteous also in much.
When I think of being faithful in the little things, I am reminded of “The Little Way” of Saint Thérèse of Lisieux. I am reminded of the image of seeking holiness of life in the ordinary and the everyday.
Recently I have been trying to be faithful in the little things by acknowledging that He is guiding me, directing me and teaching me through the little moments of my everyday. As music plays in the background of my day and a specific song catches my attention, I acknowledge that He chose this song for me in this specific moment and I thank Him and quietly listen for His message. When my soul is pricked by a moment that has passed or something that has been said, I immediately turn inward to thank Him and attempt to understand the lesson buried within. These faithful little moments have been such a blessing to me as I find myself thinking of Him, turning towards Him, leaning on Him, loving Him more and more throughout my everyday life.
I pray to continue growing in faithfulness in very little things so that someday He will grant me the grace to be faithful in much!
Do you remember the parable of the rich man and Lazarus?
“Now there was a rich man, and he habitually dressed in purple and fine linen, joyously living in splendor every day. “And a poor man named Lazarus was laid at his gate, covered with sores, and longing to be fed with the crumbs which were falling from the rich man’s table; besides, even the dogs were coming and licking his sores. “Now the poor man died and was carried away by the angels to Abraham’s bosom; and the rich man also died and was buried. “In Hades he lifted up his eyes, being in torment, and saw Abraham far away and Lazarus in his bosom. “And he cried out and said, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus so that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool off my tongue, for I am in agony in this flame.’ “But Abraham said, ‘Child, remember that during your life you received your good things, and likewise Lazarus bad things; but now he is being comforted here, and you are in agony. ‘And besides all this, between us and you there is a great chasm fixed, so that those who wish to come over from here to you will not be able, and that none may cross over from there to us.’
I was washing my hands today in very hot water after cleaning the bathroom. The water was so hot that I had to take my hands out for a moment and then put them back in to rinse. I noticed that once my hands had adjusted to being out of the hot water for that moment, it was even more painful to put them back in the water for my final rinse.
This is such an obvious point that we often forget about it. Once we are adjusted to an extreme, whether it be temperature or a life situation, things become easier, they become more bearable and more tolerable and then eventually become our normal as we settle in and forgot about our previous normal.
Could this great chasm really be a hidden blessing for those who choose Hades, because in His infinite wisdom He knows their endless suffering would increase exponentially with even one drop of cool water or one grace given from above?
I am not sure why, but from a young age I was blessed with the understanding that I should make my time spent doing things count. In school I was never one to goof around while studying. I never understood this attitude and I always figured that if I was sitting here looking at the book I might as well actually learn the material. Whenever I went to an exercise class or practiced a sport I had the same thought and I gave it my all during practice without complaint.
I don’t think I have lost this blessing. I still want to make my time spent doing things count, but now as an adult I am starting to see that I need to worry more about where I am spending my time that counts.
The more I read about Our Blessed Mother, the more I am starting to see my reading as a self indulgence and an excuse to learn more about her rather than really getting to know her.
I am starting to see that I must exchange my reading for prayer and I am feeling a sense of urgency. I am not sure why this sense of urgency has come over me, but it is here and I must jump in.
My friends, please pray for me as I begin to pray. I pray that this is not an empty resolution or a good intention that I will not keep. Instead I pray to make my time in prayer count as I have done in so many other activities throughout my life. Please join me in prayer and remember me in your prayers.
The other day I was helping my daughter out of the shower. She walked into the open towel and I wrapped it around her. She started to grab the sides, bundled it up and hugged it close. I gently tugged on it to free it from her arms so I could rewrap it around her, but she held it tight and looked up at me with a laugh and said, “I am giving my towel a hug and thanking it for keeping me warm.”
I hope I can remember her sweet prayer of thanksgiving for all of the graces shown to me throughout my every day.
Thank you Lord for the blessing of my three sweet little teachers!
I love this song! It has been a favorite of mine for a long time. I even composed a very sad version of it on the piano once while visiting my sister. She is so sweet, she saved it and every time I visit I can find it tucked safely away in her piano bench.
This song came on while I was running today and it hit me… every thing is a blessing, the good, the bad, the confusing, the hurtful, the funny… EVERY THING. His fountain is always pouring down on us and it is all good! There are so many times when we don’t understand or believe that it is good and even times when saying something is good will bring anger, frustration and hatred from others, but His ways are mysterious and His plan is big and every move He makes is made with one thing in mind… bringing all of us home!
Whoever coined the phrase, “S’all good”, knew what they were talking about!
S’all good my friends. Have faith through your tears, believe through your pain, and say Thank You for EVERY THING!
Thank You My Love for keeping Your focus on bringing us home, despite our tears.
During the Passion of our Lord, Simon the Cyrene was interrupted. Simon’s plans and his will were put on hold when he was asked to help carry the cross of our Lord.
Can you imagine how annoyed you would be to be pulled away from your schedule and your plans to help a convicted criminal? Sorrowfully I admit that I would be very annoyed and maybe even angry.
Simon didn’t know it at first, but this interruption was possibly the greatest blessing of his life, when he was given the honor to help our Lord.
Lord please help me to more graciously accept the interruptions and help me remember Your hidden blessings they carry as I turn away from my will and allow Your Will to be done.
Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will be done. Amen.
The first Easter that I truly mourned for Jesus was two years ago. I cried as I went to bed on Good Friday as I finally scratched the surface of trying to understand how His disciples must have felt that night. My sweet husband held my hand as I cried and we fell asleep.
Last year I mourned again and I cried and prayed a lot for Judas Iscariot. I remember going for a nature walk with my family and my sweet girls holding my hands as the tears flowed.
I am not sure why I have been so greatly blessed with so many tears during Holy Week the last two years, but I pray for tears of true sorrow for my sweet Jesus to flow again this year. I also pray for you to join me in this great sorrow NOT because misery loves company, but because following our tears we will together rise to great heights of joy on Easter morning as we again celebrate that He is Risen, He is Risen, He is Risen Indeed, my friends.
May all of the glory for ever and ever be given to Him! Amen.
My new sister-in-law is coming to celebrate Thanksgiving with us. I spoke with her the other night to talk about the menu that weekend and at the end of the conversation she told me that Hanukkah begins the Wednesday before Thanksgiving this year. She said she has never celebrated Hanukkah without a menorah and wondered if it would be okay for her to bring it.
A few years ago I would have said yes, but I would have completely missed out on the excitement and joy of this experience.
Jesus was Jewish! He celebrated the Festival of Lights every year of His short life. Can you imagine celebrating the Festival of Lights with the Light of the World standing by your side?
Just thinking about it… takes. my. breath. away.
I am so thankful to have my eyes open enough at the moment to see what a blessing it will be to celebrate the Festival of Lights in our home with my sweet new sister.
Thank You my Light, my Love, my sweet Jesus!
The other morning I fell yet again.
It was the one day of the month when parents can walk their children to their classrooms, see their artwork and help them unpack and get ready for their school day.
The girls were eating slow, laughing a lot and having a ball at breakfast. I interrupted their little party to tell them them to hurry up. It didn’t phase them, they kept enjoying their breakfast and each others company. I rushed them again and again they continued to slowly enjoy their breakfast and their sweet little jokes. Then I continued complaining about the fact that we were leaving 10 min later than I wanted to leave while brushing their teeth, getting their socks on and urging them into their shoes. At one point I asked my youngest to please put her shoes on and she started laughing at me and told me that I had already put them on for her.
When we finally arrived at school, I realized that we had forgotten their folders. My sweet oldest was finally upset. She is so studious and organized and was very upset about coming to school without her folder. I felt so bad, but even in the midst of my guilt I didn’t say the right thing.
After getting them to their rooms, I ran home to get their folders. I then waited at the office while my oldest came to pick up her folder and I finally apologized for being so impatient earlier that morning.
As we hugged she whispered “I forgive you” into my ear.
I think I have finally realized that God did not make me the mother of these three sweet little blessings because of anything I have done, but instead because how strong they are to withstand all of my mistakes and because of everything I still have to learn about patience, goodness, forgiveness and love from them.
God thank You for Your forgiveness every time I fall and thank You for these three blessings in my life who so willingly forgive me as You do!
Please continue to open my eyes to all of their wonderful teachings and keep reminding me to slow down and take everything one moment at a time!
I love any version of the song “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing” by Robert Robinson.
Bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander Lord I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart Lord take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above
For a moment when listening to this part I had an image of my family… they are my hearts! I pray that God will take and seal them for His courts above so that I will not wander, I will not waver off of His path, but will instead follow my loves, my hearts straight home to our one true Love and His courts above.
Jesus please help us to keep our hearts always on You!