Thy Will Be Done

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I wasn’t going to write a blog post today. I have so much to do. I wasn’t even going to read my Magnificat until bedtime. Then something came over me… Slow down. Put God first. Make time for Him… The rest will follow. So in the gold dust that is toddler naptime, I am ignoring the piles of laundry, the toys strewn on the floor and the messy counter top in the kitchen and I am pondering …

Thy will be done

When I was in my twenties, I was a surfer. Not a good one, but I could catch a wave, pop up and wobble on my board for a few seconds before spashing into the sea. Those moments were amazing… catching the wave and feeling like you were going from 0 – 60 in 3 seconds flat. I can still remember the exhilaration. Then, after falling off my board, there was the long, arduous swim back out to where the waves were breaking, swimming against the tide. It was haaaarrrd work. Sometimes I was battered by the waves. And that’s just how life feels sometimes.

Thy will be done

Society tells us we can be whoever we want to be and do anything we want to do. “If you believe, you can achieve”, right? There are women who have it all and do it all. Our culture is instant: instant messaging, instant answers, instant gratification. We have our jobs to do and errands to run and we want everything done, well, yesterday! But sometimes, when we are working through our to-do lists, it feels like we are swimming against the tide, as every possible obstacle life could throw lands at our feet.

Thy will be done

I am not saying if we choose to do God’s will that life will be easy. No way! To live as a Christian in today’s secular world is to live a counter-cultural life. Jesus’ passion, death and resurrection began with His agony in the garden. As the sweat of blood poured down his face, Jesus prayed to the Father,

‘Father, if you are willing, take this cup away from me. Nevertheless, let your will be done, not mine.’

(Luke 22:42)

Thy will be done

I am not going to offer answers. I couldn’t. I don’t have them. But, as I sat down with my Magnificat I remembered the opening lines of the St Teresa prayer,

Christ has no body but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours…

So, as I gather myself to prepare lunch, feed my daughter and call my husband, I remember that I am not doing my will, but God’s. I pray that through my words and actions I will be like Christ to my daughter, my husband, and everyone I meet today.

Thy will be done.

St Teresa of Avila prayer Christ has no body but yours, No hands, no feet on earth but yours, Yours are the eyes with which he looks Compassion on this world, Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good, Christ has no body now on earth but yours. Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world. Yours are the hands, yours are the feet, Yours are the eyes, you are his body. Christ has no body now but yours, No hands, no feet on earth but yours, Yours are the eyes with which compassion on this world.

Making time

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Do you ever feel like life is a treadmill? Like life is a series of events, meetings and endless to-do lists? I am the kind of girl who likes to get to the bottom of her to do list before she sits down with a cuppa so oftentimes, that means I never sit down! There is just so much to do, that if I just keep going, it will get done eventually.

Well, that’s the theory but, as you can imagine, it never pans out that way. Discontent surfaces on two fronts: my unfinished to do list, and never getting round to putting my feet up and unwinding with my husband…

In our fast-moving, multi-tasking, tightly-scheduled lives, the idea of making more time sounds like an impossible dream. But, is it?

If I were able to make more time, I would watch my daughter go to sleep, instead of running through my mental lists while I am at her bedside… I would pick up the phone and call a friend, instead of pinging a text message because its quicker… I would sit down with my husband and immerse myself in his favourite TV show, instead of concentrating on my knitting, and not really watch the show at all.

And what about God? I confess,  I often run out of time with Him too. There are times when I fall asleep while reading my Magnificat. Sometimes, I am so tired I say a very truncated night prayer. Often, I rush through prayer without giving God a chance to say something to me. And spending time with Our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament chapel seems like it’s no longer an option with a one-year old toddler at my side…

How can I make more time? By putting God first; I could forgo a lie-in to read my Magnificat. I could spend that coffee break reading Scripture instead of a magazine. I could turn off the lunchtime news and pray the Angelus. During a jog or a walk, I could pray the rosary before I let my mind wander. I could make an effort to get to daily Mass on a regular basis. I could even co-ordinate nap time with adoration, and sit in silence with Jesus. Making time can seem impossible, but if we are able to make time for God, then He’ll help us handle the rest.

This post is part of the Blessed Is She link-up on the theme of making time. Head over there to read more posts in the link-up.

Baptism

Baptism

Do you remember your baptism? Cradle Catholics, like me, have no memory of this special day, when they were initiated into the Catholic Church.

Last year, I gained a new perspective on baptism when my daughter, Teresa, was baptised. The joy I felt on that day will stay with me forever. Words cannot describe the happiness I felt in my heart. As the holy water trickled over her newborn head, my baby was being born anew through the sacrament of Baptism.  She entered the gateway to life in the Spirit and became a member of the body of Christ.

Through her baptism, Teresa now bears a permanent and lasting spiritual mark on her soul. This mark reveals that she belongs to Christ. Because of this, baptism cannot be repeated, even if she should choose to convert to another Christian denomination. Through her baptism in the universal Church, Teresa is now a daughter of God.

Jesus instructs us;

Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you (Matt 28:19-20)

With baptism comes great responsibility for parents, godparents and family. The Vatican II document, Lumen Gentium, exhorted believers with the universal call to holiness. When Pope Benedict XVI visited the UK, he reminded a gathering of school children of God’s desire for them to be holy. Benedict invited the children to become saints of the twenty-first century.

Our job as parents, godparents, grandparents, aunties, sisters, spiritual mothers and friends is to hold our childrens’ hands tightly on the path to holiness; teach them, provide them with role models and above all, to pray with them and pray for them, that they may one day be welcomed into the loving embrace of their heavenly Father, hearing those longed-for words: “Well done, good and faithful servant”.

This post is part of the Blessed Is She link-up.

The Beat of the Heart

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I will never forget hearing my baby’s heart for the first time. It was at my first pregnancy appointment with my doctor, around 10 weeks. “Let’s see if we can hear the heartbeat”, the doctor said, reaching for her doppler. Huh? I hadn’t expected to be able to hear my baby’s heartbeat so soon. I lay down nervously and anxiously. What if there was no heartbeat? The doctor searched for a few moments, which seemed like ages, with her listening device. Dumdumdum. A flicker of a heartbeat was amplified by the doppler. The doctor put the doppler back on that spot. Dumdumdumdumdum. That was it. That was my daughter. Dumdumdumdumdum. Throughout the pregnancy, that became a familiar sound at check-ups with my doctor. As the months went by, my nerves subsided and I looked forward to hearing our baby’s heart beat away, getting stronger and louder each visit.

Baby T was born last spring. Happy, healthy, tiny. So tiny. I look at her. I think of her beating heart. Did you know that your heart is about the same size as your fist? Her fist must have been the size of a small strawberry… Life is truly a miracle.

Recently we celebrated the solemnity of the Sacred Heart. I regularly listen to Catholic radio and on this day, there was an interview with three medical doctors who had recently visited Lanciano and had viewed the Eucharistic miracle.

I had never heard of the Eucharistic miracle of Lanciano before. The miracle dates back to the year 750. A monk, who doubted the real presence of Jesus, was saying Mass. During the consecration, the host miraculously changed into heart muscle, and the wine turned to blood. The heart can be seen to this day in the cathedral in Lanciano. Studies have confirmed that the flesh and blood is of human origin. The blood type is AB, which matches the blood type on the Turin Shroud. Of course, believers should not need proof. This miracle is a reminder of what happens every time Mass is celebrated.

The host elevated at the consecration. I have a new perspective. I see Jesus Christ’s Sacred Heart. I hear the dumdumdum of a human heartbeat. I look up. Jesus I love you. Thank you for your sacrifice on the cross for our salvation.

This post is part of the Blessed Is She link-up on the theme of heart.