it’s why my kids help me make things.
they like to have their fingers in everything.
sometimes clean. sometimes not.
the other day the baby made his sister a glass of strawberry lemonade and i happened to mention: did you remember to wash those strawberries first?
and all i heard was a quiet: oops.
horrified at this culinary faux pas, she didn’t finish said glass of strawberry lemonade.
she didn’t finish the sweetness.
because the bitterness of what might be in there was too much to swallow.
if i must glory i will glory in the things that concern my weakness…that the power of CHRIST may dwell in me.
those words leapt off the page and into my heart during mass.
they reminded me of his sweet little offering.
and our intentions.
and i can relate.
because lent is coming.
am i ready?
yes and no.
i feel a lot like the baby.
like i have something to offer.
but my hands are dirty.
and i am too weak to head into the desert of contemplation.
for forty whole days.
whole being the key word.
but that is really the reason for the journey, is it not?
that we will be made whole.
the Church in her wisdom knows we’ve been feasting too much. and not exercising enough. and there is no glory in that.
that doesn’t make us full.
life and things are so easily muddied. and muddled.
a mess of dirty offerings.
they’re all i have.
flustered. i find myself reaching through walls as they leave.
some literal. others figurative.
to give a blessing.
in the Name of the Father. and of the Son. and of the Holy Ghost.
they can’t see me.
is it still effective?
this hidden, imperfect blessing of mine?
sometimes settling is all one can do.
when circumstances and obstacles seem overwhelming.
resting assured that those same circumstances and obstacles are not accidental.
i taste and see His goodness constantly.
He is THE sweetness that never ends.
a free sample if you will.
for our grubby fingers to partake.
HE is unimpaired. undiminished. perfect. complete.
and i can be those things too.
in spite of the millions of oops that are mine. (some quiet. others not so.)
daring to grasp and to finish that sweetness.
even if it means swallowing some of the bitterness too.
standing myself on the outside waiting for an unseen blessing.
because the power of Christ dwells in me.
and you too.
happy monday, friends!