daisy chains on lampshades. blooming flowers and marshmallow atoms. a few frivolities from this past week. things that didn’t go unnoticed by this tired mama.
i had a hundred things on my mind. but now as i sit here i can’t remember any of them.
i could brag about how clean my kitchen is and how i am caught up on my laundry. but i can’t take credit for such sweet successes. because those organizational feats, friends, are truly just the fruits from the power of praying the rosary. no matter how busy we were this week i made sure we fingered those beads every chance we got.
in fact i clung to them.
hanging on for dear life.
because there is peace of mind that comes from the gentle repetition of those prayers making the yoke easier and the burden lighter.
the spirit of those prayers is the same spirit that gave mary the grace and the strength to stand at the foot of the cross. her station keeping.
but not only did she stand there she walked. she prayed. she wept. she consoled her tender Child.
close to Him to the last.
lent is almost over and i don’t know if i am any closer to Jesus. there were certain habits of mine that i worked on. crushing my own will being one of them. and let me tell you, it’s not easy, this path to holiness thing. the consistency. the dedication.
but if sanctification through loads of laundry and piles of dishes is where i am to keep station, then who am i to complain?
i don’t deserve easter. i don’t deserve heaven either.
none of us do.
but it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t keep trying.
and encouraging each other along the way.
veronica wipes the face of Jesus.
because all of it is easier said than done.
our crosses are often heavy.
simon helps Jesus carry His cross.
but we should never lose sight of those words…close to Jesus to the last.
that is definitely where i want to be.