station keeping
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.
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Thank you for such a faith-filled post.
Your pictures brighten my day, because I am staring out my window at a winter storm. Or would it be called a spring storm, even though it is snow?
Thank you for the beautiful reminder of the power of prayer. I am often ashamed of how often I need to be reminded, but thank God His grace is sufficient and He lets me start over and over and over again!
You so inspire me, Regan. It’s so hard to know if our efforts are bringing us closer…what would that look like? Would a ray of light shine down on our heads? What if we feel spiritually dry, but we do try and pray?
I feel like singing I don’t know how to love Him….
Much to ponder here … Sometimes I feel like I need a longer Lent, like perhaps all.year.long. Maybe then I would feel like I am getting closer to Jesus, closer to Heaven. But I guess it’s not about “feeling” or “getting it just right” or “being perfect.” It’s about being faithful! Getting up when we fall, over and over again … And I am just so grateful for His mercy. He shares His love, even when we don’t deserve it. I do love Him, but I just hope to continue to love Him more, the way He deserves to be loved by me … A very blessed and holy week to you, friend!
Lovely pictures… thoughtful post! Have a beautiful weekend.
I always seem to read just what I need to hear here Regan. Beautiful profound words. Thank you.
T’is a joy to read this post. You are correct: we do not deserve Easter, but it sure is a lovely GIFT. Love you, girly!!