The Adoration Chapel near my house has a few open slots on Sundays. About six months ago, I signed up to be a substitute. I can't commit to a certain hour every week, but I can sometimes fill in when needed. And today was one of those days.
A couple of three years or so ago, I remember hearing a priest at daily Mass say that we should ask God for the grace to see things as He sees them - especially in regard to our own sinfulness. I thought that was something I'd rather not see, so I didn't pray too hard for that grace.
But things change. Lord, help me to see. And He did. It was a productive "conversation" today at Adoration. I think I was mostly listening. But that's OK. Speak, Lord, I'm listening. He spoke; I took notes.
Spent the rest of the day taking care of odds and ends around the house. Scooped the litter box. Watered the plants. Washed a load of clothes. Sorted the clothes on the top of oldest child's dresser. Downloaded backgrounds to use with my Promethean board. Dear hubby was gone all morning and part of the afternoon, so it was very quiet. *I* got to use the remote and watch a couple of shows that I had DVR'd.
The electricity went off twice. For no apparent reason. Gee, I love our electric provider. NOT! It could be a long summer.
Waited to see if I would hear from the happy campers. News was hard to come by, but at last report, the boys were all tucked in and sleeping.
When I was watering the plants, I saw some more of those very hungry caterpillars on my tomato plants. They are SO hard to see. Even when you are looking right at them, you don't see them. The give-away on most of them was the droppings that they leave behind. You know, what goes in, must come out - and the poop doesn't blend quite so well.
It occurred to me that sin is kind of like that. The attitudes and thoughts blend so well with the ways of the world. When we're sitting there in the middle of it, sometimes - often times - we fail to see it for what it is. Even when we're looking for it - really looking - preparing to do battle by confession instead of insecticide - it is hard to see. Except for the poop - the inevitable consequences. That's the give-away. That and the branches stripped bare by the appetites that can't be satistfied. The hateful words that spring from the need to always be right. The impatience that comes from wanting to be in control. The hurt feelings. The failure to pray for those we don't like. And on and on. Lord, help me to see.
I'm the wife of one ancient man and the mom of two teen beings with Y chromosomes.
I teach middle school special ed, and I'm slightly "touched".
I've always been Catholic, but in recent years my faith has become much more important in my life. Now I'm a "Happy Catholic."