I hear him stir. Oh, maybe he’ll fall back to sleep. The tiredness weighs upon my entire body. A few seconds later, I hear his little cry. He needs me. As much as I love my sleep, I have to remember what I’m here for. Why I’m needed. Who it is that needs my help, comfort and love. What a blessing! How humbling! That this child doesn’t need just anyone; he needs me. I pull myself out of the coziness…
There are so many beautiful quotes by St. Therese of Lisieux, aren’t there? Here’s one that was e-mailed to me today: Receive Communion often, very often … there you have the sole remedy, if you want to be cured. Jesus has not put this attraction in your heart for nothing … When I was praying this morning from my Magnificat, many of the Scripture passages that were quoted pertained to children, which makes perfect sense, since St. Therese often is…
Our day started out rough. I was tired. I went to bed way too late for the time I need to rise. You see, it is in everyone’s best interest if the mom of this family wakes up and gets ready (including coffee and prayer) before the kids. So, I did it anyway, despite my tiredness. I appreciated this explanation of the act of rising being a mortification of sorts. I had not thought of it like that before, and…