This post is a little untimely. Last Sunday was one of my most favorite Gospel readings. I mean, of course, it involved a wedding celebration and wine - some of my very most favorite things. What's not to love?
But there was also a miracle. The first public miracle in Jesus' adult life. And He chose to perform this amazing task. We all know how much preparation goes into making wine - it's not an easy thing to do. It starts with a seed, my friends. We're talking years and years and years. And for the good stuff - even more years. But Jesus, that day, He just, well - BAM - God's time.
Mike drop and out.
My mom says this often, "What's time to a duck?" And it's typically when my kids are dragging their boohonkasses when we've got somewhere to be. Like five minutes ago, and we are beyond late.
We very often get caught up in schedules that make our lives so crazy. If you look at my calendar on my computer, that's synced to my phone, that's synced to my children's school calendars, that's synced to Google's holidays, and on and on, it's crazy full. I mean, there's not even enough room on most days to add one. more. thing. And it's insane. The days drag, but the weeks fly, and soon, my good-night kisses will lessen by one, two, then three. And it breaks my heart more than anyone can imagine. And all of this - this absolute whirlwind of raising a family - is just a blink of an eye in God's time.
I find that when I have a glass of wine on the weekends, though - time slows down for a minute. I sip it slowly. And I stop at one, that's all I need. Ok, so maybe sometimes I'll get a refill, but like I said before - I only have so many of those goodnight kisses left, and the time with my kids during those sweet goodnights is something I will infinitely treasure. We talk about lots of things. And we talk about nothing. It keeps me in check with them, and we each get a few minutes of uninterrupted moments. Just one and me. And I love it.
And our time - it's soaring faster than I want it to, but I have been given these little glimpses of a beautiful eternity along the way. I sometimes force myself to stop and try to etch into my mind the way my children's little hands feel in mine. I bless them nightly, the little cross I trace on their foreheads is a reminder of who they belong to and my responsibility for their care in the direction toward Him. It is also a sweet nod to their Baptism - knowing they are perfectly imperfect and human, just as I am. And for a little while each night, all the world seems right.
Life is great. We have lots of hiccups. But it really is great. And that wine at the wedding - the head waiter said that the wedding party had saved the best for last. Perhaps it's just a little bit of foreshadowing that beyond this blessed life, beyond this exquisite chaos is something far greater than we could ever imagine. And it's tough for me to think that it can get any better than this. I love my simple, complicated, beautiful life.
I hope that I can give the kids my faith. I hope they can get through whatever is thrown their way. Everyone has struggles, but it's simply amazing. And amid the hate that is so rampant in our current world, beyond the comments and condescending words spread on social media, past the judgmental calls based upon misunderstanding and misguidance, I wish the world would just follow some of the very few words recorded by Mary, and just
Do as He says. The best is yet to come.
But there was also a miracle. The first public miracle in Jesus' adult life. And He chose to perform this amazing task. We all know how much preparation goes into making wine - it's not an easy thing to do. It starts with a seed, my friends. We're talking years and years and years. And for the good stuff - even more years. But Jesus, that day, He just, well - BAM - God's time.
Mike drop and out.
My mom says this often, "What's time to a duck?" And it's typically when my kids are dragging their boohonkasses when we've got somewhere to be. Like five minutes ago, and we are beyond late.
We very often get caught up in schedules that make our lives so crazy. If you look at my calendar on my computer, that's synced to my phone, that's synced to my children's school calendars, that's synced to Google's holidays, and on and on, it's crazy full. I mean, there's not even enough room on most days to add one. more. thing. And it's insane. The days drag, but the weeks fly, and soon, my good-night kisses will lessen by one, two, then three. And it breaks my heart more than anyone can imagine. And all of this - this absolute whirlwind of raising a family - is just a blink of an eye in God's time.
I find that when I have a glass of wine on the weekends, though - time slows down for a minute. I sip it slowly. And I stop at one, that's all I need. Ok, so maybe sometimes I'll get a refill, but like I said before - I only have so many of those goodnight kisses left, and the time with my kids during those sweet goodnights is something I will infinitely treasure. We talk about lots of things. And we talk about nothing. It keeps me in check with them, and we each get a few minutes of uninterrupted moments. Just one and me. And I love it.
And our time - it's soaring faster than I want it to, but I have been given these little glimpses of a beautiful eternity along the way. I sometimes force myself to stop and try to etch into my mind the way my children's little hands feel in mine. I bless them nightly, the little cross I trace on their foreheads is a reminder of who they belong to and my responsibility for their care in the direction toward Him. It is also a sweet nod to their Baptism - knowing they are perfectly imperfect and human, just as I am. And for a little while each night, all the world seems right.
Life is great. We have lots of hiccups. But it really is great. And that wine at the wedding - the head waiter said that the wedding party had saved the best for last. Perhaps it's just a little bit of foreshadowing that beyond this blessed life, beyond this exquisite chaos is something far greater than we could ever imagine. And it's tough for me to think that it can get any better than this. I love my simple, complicated, beautiful life.
I hope that I can give the kids my faith. I hope they can get through whatever is thrown their way. Everyone has struggles, but it's simply amazing. And amid the hate that is so rampant in our current world, beyond the comments and condescending words spread on social media, past the judgmental calls based upon misunderstanding and misguidance, I wish the world would just follow some of the very few words recorded by Mary, and just
Do as He says. The best is yet to come.
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