Coming Together, part 2

Saint Augustin et Sainte Monique

Saint Augustin et Sainte Monique (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Watch, O Lord, with those who wake, or watch, or weep tonight, and give Your angels and saints charge over those who sleep.
Tend Your sick ones, O Lord Christ.
Rest Your weary ones.
Bless Your dying ones.
Soothe Your suffering ones.
Pity Your afflicted ones.
Shield Your joyous ones, and all for Your love’s sake. Amen.

~St. Augustine

If you would like resources in helping the victims in Oklahoma, you may go here.

Coming Together

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I just read about the sad, sad, loss of crafting and life adventurers, Kathreen, ( founder of Whip Up) and her partner Robb. Their two beautiful children are with relatives right now and a fund has been set up for them. I have placed the button on my side bar for any who would like to contribute. More information is available here.

Let’s come together in love for this family.

Blessings and love to them and to you.

Mary Undoer of Knots

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Besides my wedding ring, there is only one piece of jewelry that I never take off.

I became familiar with the devotion to Mary Undoer of Knots several years ago when I was working in the wonderful bookstore that I wrote about here.

I was so taken with the image of Mary helping to untie the knots of our lives that I begin to implement the prayer. I can tell you without a doubt that it made a difference. I purchased the ring and booklets from here  as a reminder that the yarn of my days is never tangled beyond divine help.

I was quite interested to learn that the new Pope Francis was responsible for promoting this prayer which is now widespread in parts of South America.

I also truly enjoyed  these reflections by Ignatian author and editor of Loyola Press, Jim Manney:

“I love this devotion.  No jaw-dropping miracles; no thunder and lightening; no feats of spiritual heroism–just the patient, painstaking, dogged untying of knots.  That’s what Francis is going to be doing as pope.  That’s what all of us do every day.”

Amen to that!

Are there specific prayers or images of the divine that have been helpful to you along the way? Please share them!

Have a wonderful and knot-free weekend,

Emmie

The way we use our words

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I read the above quote today at Clover Lane and it gave me the nudge I needed to write this post. I had been deliberating on whether or not it was too heavy, but ultimately decided that it seemed important to share it.

 I am not known for being someone who enjoys confrontation, in fact I would say I am just the opposite. My personality and life experiences have led me to shy away from entering into any lion’s den. That is, except where children and their safety are concerned.

This afternoon, my daughter and I were grocery shopping. As I was doing the usual evaluation of what was needed for the week and price checking, I heard some very escalated adult voices in the next aisle and a screaming toddler. When I say escalated, I mean the tone and language being used with this young child was truly frightening. I thought I would just circle around near by and let the mother know that someone was watching. Sometimes people will be nicer to their children if someone is observing them. In this case it didn’t work. These two young women(I believe that one was the mother and one was the aunt) proceeded to continue screaming in the child’s face, while one grabbed her and spanked her with a visceral anger. Talk about two against one.

I waited, thinking of what to do, and the young mother looked at me defensively. I said as quietly and steadily as I knew how, “Please calm down, she’s just a child.”  She was naturally quite unhappy with me, and I walked down the next aisle, thinking that I would get a manager to intervene if it continued.  The yelling stopped, and the tone changed a bit. I am fairly certain that I did not make any huge changes in the heart of the mother by speaking to her about this issue. But for the moment, at least, the child was safer. I wish I always knew the perfect way to respond in these situations.

As I was checking out, the woman in front of me said “I agree with what you said. I wanted to say something myself, but I was too scared.”

If two grown women were that afraid of the level of anger that was being displayed, can you imagine what the child felt?

I know that sometimes  mamas get tired and frustrated. And that is okay. But when being frazzled leads to behavior that is scaring or damaging a child, a line has been crossed and something needs to be addressed.

I am thankful for parent educators that are working diligently to teach skills that have already led many to parent  with compassion and true understanding. Carrie at Parenting Passageway has so much wisdom to share in handling negative emotions so that they do not harm our children. Another powerful post on the issue of gentle parenting  is this one from Amy at to love.

I know that this is a sensitive issue, but this is me on my soap box just once imploring us as mothers to allow ourselves to be made by the Spirit into the most whole human beings that we can be. This doesn’t mean perfection, but moving every day toward more love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. (See Gal. 5:22).

And to have the courage to speak up when necessary.

A little walk

“Walking is man’s best medicine.” ~ Hippocrates

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My daughter recently has begun approaching me several times a day, holding out her hand, and asking “Walk?”

Usually, after I put my hand in her chubby little outstretched one, we walk around the kitchen and the living room, then to the front door, out to the porch, down the steps, and into the beautiful outdoors.

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She loves walking into our neighbors inviting flower garden. He is a wonderful neighbor, and doesn’t mind(I don’t think!)

Our walks also consist of checking on our chickens, or “chich-ies” that she loves so much.

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Her small request is such a gift to me. May I always say “YES!” to the walk.

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And really, how could I resist this face?

Wishing you a Mother’s Day weekend full of walking,

Emmie

Motherhood and Worry

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I confessed to a friend last weekend that I had been(again) struggling with some  anxiety concerning my children. My friend seemed truly surprised that I suffered from worry. She has seen me go through many difficulties, and she said that I always appeared to her to handle even disaster calmly. But I don’t.

I have written here about my desire to change this  aspect of my way of being and have had varying degrees of success. I am learning. And re-learning. Because as the mother of a very active toddler, a shy teenager, and a young adult who is working to carve out his own life, my heart feels like it is all over the map sometimes.

This was a particularly challenging week for me as a mother. Each one of my children had challenges in one way or another and  Hoodie got called out of town unexpectedly for work. In the midst of some chaotic circumstances I was trying to practice my commitment to lean into God, take one thing at a time, and trust my intuition instead of getting swallowed by the unknown.

So let me share things that have been my life lines this week.

1) Community, both where I live and some life changing connections that I have made in the blogosphere. Notes of encouragement at just the right time letting me know that I am not alone in this parenting journey. I am especially grateful to Sheila this week for being a “hub” of bringing people together. Love you, friend.

2)Doing my best to bring my children through prayer into the love of God and trusting that God really can do more than I ask or imagine.

3) Finding books and blogs written by people who have “been there.”  This book and this one have been helping me a good deal to pray through the worry concerning my eldest. If you have a young adult child, you know that the opportunity for worry does not stop at a certain age. The content just changes. So we must find ways to process areas of concern and bring light into the spaces in our hearts where we hold our children. If we have any interest in ever sleeping again, that is:)

4)Last, but definitely not least, is the ability to talk about anything to my husband. From decisions about our upcoming homeschooling journey to our daughter’s current sleep issues, he is an amazing listener. I never feel rushed or placed on hold by him. I know that I am truly blessed.

Any wisdom to share in handling the worry that sometimes attaches itself to parenting? How do you move through it? I would love to know what you have found helpful.

Lightly held moments from the week

“Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This day is all that is good and fair. It is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on yesterdays.”

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

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This week has been a full one, but for the most part happy. We participated in our 4-H club’s service project which was cleaning up a local park.

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A trip to the strawberry farm next door to the school yielded 50 quarts. More than half of these were donated to a local soup kitchen. I love this heart shaped strawberry that one of the students found.

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blueberry apple crumble pie

I made a blueberry-apple pie with a crumble top. I have switched to using King Arthur flour for my crusts and it makes a tremendous difference in the quality. I am not paid to say that, honest!

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My church had its spring yard sale and I bought this 1940′s monk cookie jar. I don’t know if you can see the writing, but it says “Thou shalt not steal.” Isn’t he wonderful?

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This glass was given to my husband by a co-worker who is a true collector. He often goes on “expeditions” to a nearby channel after it has been dredged. He has an incredible assortment of glass dating back to the 1800s and before. I have always loved old bottles. I like to think of what they were used for previously and by whom. I don’t know yet what use I will find for these, but they brought a big smile to my face. Partially because I am appreciative that my husband understands and shares my love of this type of “treasure.” We have already spoken about joining his friend in a future glass hunting adventure.

Hoping that your week has been one filled with many beauties and much love.

Peace,

Emmie