During the Saturday afternoon rush to ready my house for guests, I walked into a wall with a table. The result was a fat lip which was far too tender to attempt to cover up with lip color. My looks were blessed with wild hair today rounding out the look. Do you know what?
Our daily bread
In childhood, my parents taught us to say grace at the dinner table before taking our first bite. It was always the same: “Bless us, O Lord, and these Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord. Amen.” In adulthood, my view on the prayer is that it is too routine, impersonal, and just feels unnatural to me.
There are some occasions where one person might say a less routine prayer of thanks on behalf of the entire group. Again, my level of comfort with this varies depending on who is sitting around the table with me. How can I speak for everyone’s thankfulness? So, I’ve opted to skip grace on most days and say it only when it feels right. On those occasions it has been more of a collaborative effort with me starting it off and YaYa contributing to the list when I have finished. That seems to work much better — for me at least.
With guests coming for YaYa’s sacraments and Easter, I would like to come up with a solution that works for not only me but everyone. I am thinking of starting it off with what “I” am thankful for (1-2 things) and then ask for each person in turn to add 1-2 things that they are thankful for. If it works, I’ll have much more to be thankful for; I’ll have something to carry forward.
Whether or not our daily bread is taken with grace out loud or internally to ourselves, I think the new approach will be a nice option to have.
Can you have your cake and eat it too?
When my son says “Oh Mom, we need to go shopping” it’s a sign that a long night is ahead. After I was presented with his mock up for his edible cell — involving cake, jello, and other various candies — I basically freaked.
Sadly, it’s true. I completely lost it. The whole way home, my mind entertained thoughts of how much easier the homework load was in our old public school.
Tell me…
To those who are up at o’dark thirty and out the door running, please tell me how you do it. I’ve got the get up part down. It’s the out the door part that I can’t seem to manage.
When my alarm sounded this morning, I was out of bed in seconds. It took only one glance out into the darkness for me to shake off the idea.
I DO need a run. I’m in the peak of training and my running has fallen off course due to life happening.
I’m not complaining — really. Who complains when family comes from afar for visits? Not me. I also don’t complain when old friends roll into town and make time to see you during your lunch hour.
I just need to figure out how to manage it all and still keep my kids as my priority.
I’ve got my first 20 mile run scheduled this weekend and I MUST make it happen. The question is: How? And when?
just saying
There are sayings that come out in times of difficulty. Things people say to offer up comfort. Pretty much, they all are a bunch of bologna.
While “he’s in a better place” might comfort some, it never did a thing for me – aside from bring on a rush of anger. Of the 5 in my grief support group, none of us were comforted by this saying.
Then there is the saying offering that God wouldn’t give you more than you could handle. Yeah, whatever. Even if it is true, where’s the comfort in that. Is this all to say that if you drop your coping ability nothing bad will happen to you?
Finally, there is the saying that “things happen for a reason.” This statement may give some hope but for me, uh, not so much. On the other hand, if you were to tell me that saying in something as worrisome but correctable as receiving an insufficient funds notification, then…okay, it may have some meaning. It may be saying, “Get a clue Julie. After spending $10K on a new roof, you need budget.”
Argh! Thank God I’ve got funds in another account.