my parents have been stopping by unexpectedly a lot. perhaps because it is the halfway point between their house and my grandma’s.
i love them dearly and have found that one of the ways i can best serve them right now is by having some of their favorite things on hand.
for my dad: ginger green tea. peppermint chocolate bars. and homemade rosemary bread. for my mom: joy tea. a sweet treat. usually some kind of bread like panettone and she likes the peppermint chocolate bars too.
but i was always taught that charity starts at home.
i think we’ve all put on a few pounds.
isn’t it ironic that one of the ways we humans best show our love is by feeding the ones we love.
perhaps it is because it is our God’s way too.
and as His children, we try, in our own feeble way, to do what HE does.
feeding the hungry. giving drink to the thirsty.
when i visit my grammie i always try to take her one of her favorite foods. this morning it was warm sweet potatoes with milk. cinnamon. and brown sugar.
she savored every bite.
i know because i had to feed her.
but it breaks my heart to see that as a fallen away Catholic she is starving for the True Food.
the Bread of Angels.
the Food for her upcoming journey.
it breaks my heart that she never returned to the Church.
and that now her faculties are fading.
i always wanted a grand reversion.(that’s the word i use for people who used to be Catholic.)
a triumphant return to the faith.
for all of the other fallen away family members to see….(
and possibly attribute to my shining example as a faithful Catholic?)
pride is so sneaky.
so subtly sneaky….
i. i. i. i.
i know that what transpires next is between her and God.
i am grateful for the faith that she gave to my mother.
who in turn passed it on to me.
i only wish that she could’ve been afforded the grace. peace.
and comfort of a happy death.
i. i. i. i.
it’s not about me though…
God is merciful.
and we should never stop praying for the ones we love.
“let us never look for the result of our efforts for others. it is good for us not to know it, for if we did, pride in doing good, the most subtle pride of all, might follow. let us entrust to God the prayers, sacrifices, and efforts that we make, without looking back at what we have already done. let us continue to work and act for our brothers and sisters and for the coming of God’s reign in them….a simple human connection can sometime be the best sermon; a spark can ignite a great fire.”
even if we may never know the final outcome.
finally, i am grateful for your sweet prayers and words of encouragement.
maybe someday this blog will return to a less thoughtful spot….
until then, happy. happy. thanksgiving friends.
wishing the best to you and yours.
i’ll definitely be feasting on some humble pie these next few days…..