Good Friday Musings

Life is soooo busy at the moment. Let's see the list.

• Weekend before last, brother got married. That involved me helping a lot, because I LOVE helping with weddings. The day after, my other brother came home from Afganistan and entailed a trip 5 hours away to welcome him home.
• Been working like crazy to get medical appointments done to get medical clearance for Germany.
• Got the brochure of information for our trip to Rome in December for Brother-in-law's priestly ordination. Sent in deposit and our plans to travel agent.
• Been trying to work out or take the kids to the pool so i dont lose my membership at the gym.
• Making sure to take the older two to preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
• This weekend, heading to GA for my grandmother's yearly family reunion, which I havent been to in probably 8 years.
• Monday the zoo with my best friend and she's going to finally meet my older two.
• Tuesday Zach is getting his tonsils and adenoids removed.
• About two weeks after that, all three kids start swim lessons.

Somewhere in there, I was suppose to be remembering it's Lent, suppose to be sacrificial and give up something or take something new on. I tried. It didnt last long.

Someone suggested to me that I give up Lent for Lent. I never really planned to, but, well, that's what I ended up doing. I did manage to not eat meat most of the Fridays, but otherwise, I didnt even come close. In fact, I think I missed mass more this Lent than I have in the three years I've been Catholic, if not, it was close. I had downloaded an audiobook to listen to in the car when driving. I got about one chapter, then gave up because the language content was so over my head, I couldn't grasp any of it.

I'm not sure if this is bad and "unCatholic" of me or not. I'm not sure if it's one of those things I should confess or not. But, I'm pretty sure that God understands that as of lately, i'm just BARELY hanging on. I'm sacrificing a lot already. Maybe it's not in the name of Christ, but it's in the name of my children, and Christ has given me the task to raise them, so by default, maybe that is in the name of Christ. Either way, I know God looks on the heart. I know I tried. I know that I have nothing else left to give. and by this, I'm reminded of how we are to strive to be like Christ. I by no means am even close, but on Good Friday, almost 2000 years ago, HE gave it all. I can continue to give all I have to my children until my helpmate returns and helps me carry the cross. This is the small amount of hope I've found in this Good Friday.