Archive for April, 2006:
Mortification, motherhood and the will of God
I have thinking a lot about mortification lately, and this beautiful entry over at Castle of the Immaculate got me thinking more about it this morning. This is the season for it after all and as we approach holy week it looms even larger in my mind. So while riding in the car with my dh the other day I had a startling and admittedly happy realization. The realization that because I am pregnant I am not obliged to fast on Good Friday! OK I’ll admit it, I am not very good at fasting and this was quite the happy thought for me. But you know, it was almost as if I could hear God chuckle and whisper quietly “Oh don’t worry, I’ll give
you plenty of things to offer up”. And He already has! I’m tired, I feel queasy at any given moment, I’m already experiencing the muscle aches and legs cramps I commonly get in pregnancy and suddenly all my clothes feel uncomfortably restrictive. And I know full well that this is only the beginning! Oh but I’m not complaining. I know this all part and parcel - part of the baby package 
and I wouldn’t trade it for anything . . . certainly not one fast day. But it’s funny isn’t it? Funny how God gives us just what we need. Well no, not funny, merciful. My prayer this lent has been “Lord make me holy” and His answer, “I’m working on it”.
Subscribe to the comments for this postA unexpected blessing
I made a joke last week about either having spring cleaning fever or being pregnant because I came home from Memphis and cleaned my kitchen from top to bottom. Well it may be spring cleaning fever but as it turns out, I am pregnant! It wasn’t planned but it’s certainly welcomed. The funny part is that we found out on April 1st and all the children (except the oldest - clever man) thought it was an April fool’s joke! But it’s most definitely not a joke and now I can look back over the last few weeks and suddenly make sense of seemingly random things. Like how I keep dropping things, why I’m so tired all the time, why smells have become so much more noticeable and why I burst into tears when I got lost in Nashville last week and nearly burst into tears again later when the hostess at Cracker Barrel asked me how my day was going (poor girl).
Funny story: Last week dd Maggie (who is 6) told me she wanted us to have another baby and said “this time I think it would be really neat if we had a Chinese baby.” Trying very hard not to burst out laughing I explained to her that to have a Chinese “tummy” baby either mommy or daddy would have to be Chinese…and we’re not. She was clearly disappointed and replied “Oh, I was hoping the baby could teach us Spanish”. Again, trying not to laugh I said “do you mean Chinese?” Realizing her mistake she said “Oh yes that’s what I meant!” and then I had to disappoint her again and explain to her that babies aren’t born knowing how to speak the language of their ethnicity. It really was adorable!
And now I’m going to go take a nap.
What Type of Writer I should be
Tipping my hat to the Bookworm, I too
couldn’t resist finding out What Type of Writer I should be.
The result …
You should be a Poet
You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways.
And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery…
Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever.
You’re already naturally a poet, even if you’ve never written a poem.
Well it’s certainly right-brained.
