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on December 02, 2019

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Reset When You Have To

There are times when the busyness of life interrupts the daily routine. Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% what you make of it. What do you do when your routine gets interrupted? You hit the reset button. There are mornings like this morning when just looking at my house is depressing. Unfinished projects are everywhere. Rome wasn't built in a day...neither was this mess. I realize it will take more than one day to get out of this hole. I try not to get overwhelmed by the fact that I return to work tomorrow. My vacation last week was my moment to reset, and while I got some things done, I didn't get others accomplished...and still more pile up. And then life happens...hormones, menopause, depression, body aches. At some point it all becomes madness. I shut down for about 24 hours. It's nice to have peace and quiet, and after a little extra sleep, I work for the rest of the day to get things accomplished. And always if I just get that one box at the end of my bed comple

It Takes a Community part one

There are a lot of us single parents out here. I probably know of more absent moms than anything. It is just so sad that these kids don't have what my girls have, but at the same time, my girls have missed a whole lifetime without a dad, so they've missed a lot too. I think it's a God-given responsibility when you are blessed with a boy. You have been given the opportunity to turn him into a Man. A man that will create more men and carry on the family line, but also a man who will lead his family, and hopefully, as God intended it--lead his family into a relationship with God, and ultimately heaven. I could go on a whole week about where are the dads and why are kids staying kids and not learning responsibilities, etc... but I digress. This week was a fun one. This is where the community comes in. One of the coaches, realizing that Lynn was struggling with remembering his plays, pulled Meghan aside and asked her to help him study them. Meghan took her task to heart and

The Little Things Mean the Most

This morning I was reminded of the little things. For example, the linen cloth that is used on the altar during mass at Ordinary Time. It is a white cloth with green trim. It's a simple cloth that maybe no one else really recognizes but me. It looks like something that would be in a quaint small Irish chapel somewhere. I find myself wishing the floors were made of stone. I arrived early by mistake and I was in time to pray the rosary in the small group that prays right before morning mass each day. We numbered 6 in the group, and a few more trickled in as we went. The Cuban grandma in the front, the Creole grandpa in the back who still says the parts of the mass in Latin, the few of us in between. I was filled with the Holy Spirit as we said the prayers of the mass. I missed that simple draw of the Holy Spirit in the quiet of the morning. I realized that my life had become too busy again, and I didn't like it. Then someone comes out with a movie that brings it all back to

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GRITS and kids

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