First Day of Senior Year!

God's Boys will be good boys! Yesterday was the prestarter. Looking into the porthole into life is a breathtaking experience, isn't it. The counsellor says, what do you think you want to do? A piercing question, like the pain of pieced ears. I have thought about it, but there is no real solid penetration like a stranger asking the question. You are on record, it feels like. Is everything we say so recorded? I feel like I would like to preach. That may be. Well, here we go, jumping into the pool of preparation. Jumping into the porthole into real manhood. Childbirth for men, or as close to it as men will get. There is change, there is pain and then you are there, in manhood, responsible, taking care of yourself and others. Leading people to heaven? Giving of yourself? Follow your father, that is the real "legit". The legitimacy that my father was always dreaming of. The freedom to see your own father and put your foot into his shoeprint and walk. "Now, You do it!"

Being a man means representing God's strength in crisis

God's Boys will be good boys! It was a beautiful picture of God's strength to see the officers and officials representing order, amidst the chaos of tragic events. Womanhood has its place. There is comfort and strength in womanhood. The stalwart nature that God has invested to men is a trust. The line has been blurred, but the representation is still the same. The eyes pan the landscape for a representation of stability. The men that are around represent that, for God. God has deposited a little of Himself in the strength, large or small. Their eyes and their standing in times when the rest of us are collapsing. Tears may fall, or they may have the measure of strength to keep their tears when the world seems to be falling. God can use that. There is a place for the empathetic tear to fall and there is a place for the strength of place that calls everyone to order. Like my coach, Mr. T. whose pointer finger is indellibly in my minds eye when there is a task beyond to attend to. I can't, I said so many times. My knees are knocking together and I don't know how to keep it together amidst this. The whistle has blown and you will do what you have practiced. Sure enough, his strength was enough to stand on, when the whistle blew. Men are that for so many around that they do not know. I pray that God will strengthen you to be that for others as well.

Do the butterflies sense breaks? What, My Son?

God's Boys will be good boys! Yesterday, it was a moth that was banging its head on the window of our counseling meeting. When Elyse broke her arm, it was a butterfly banging on the window at Aunt Jackie's house. She seemed to want to tell me about the break of my child's arm. Jackie, I said, why would that butterfly want to come in the house so fiercely. She didn't humor my craze, then or now. Yesterday, it was a moth. What is broken, my son? Is it heart or head? I can hear my dear departed Dr. asking pain or pressure? It is amazing how in touch creation is to the people that are around them. I want to help in the healing of the break, but I am broken myself. When I was most sensorious of my brokenness a butterfly came and sat on my shirt while I was walking. I wonder if they smell it, like a flower? Are we more humble? Are we groaning inside and calling them?

Healthy Foods, Healthy mind

God's Boys will be good boys!

God is in Control?

God's Boys will be good boys!




When we are discouraged, disappointed, "disaffected" with life and providence, that is when our faith shines in the distance.  Who made you?  The catechism asks us.  Our reasoning, after many years of pondering this says, Yes,  God made me.  I didn't make myself.  The things that are out of my control,  ie. My mind,  my heart, my situation, my discouragements, etc. are not outside of my God's control.  "He is just and the justifier of those who come to God, in Christ Jesus." 
I am not at home yet.  I am not in His Holy presence, where all things will be put right.
He gives us His Word, His Worship,  His People as a kind of Mother's kiss on our cuts and scrapes and pains.  He takes our brokenness,  our broken hearts and bodies in His Holy Hands and cleanse them, using the means of grace and He stoops to kiss.  With a reminder that the distance between us is bridged, by His Holy Church and His Truth, until we see Him face to face.

The Rainbow Connection

God's Boys will be good boys!

Everybody was there in the room with us, in counselling

God's Boys will be good boys!

I learned so much about my boy, this week's session.  I have been a mother for over 25 years, but this week, it feels that I learned the most.  I felt like Ma and Gramps were with me in the room, observing the behavior of my son, in counselling.  We see improvement.  But the key word for me, was "shut up!".

Gramps said, do you see why I reproved you so sharply that day.  There, as plain as day was the same situation with Jo, magnified by 100.  I realized that my eldest boy is my 4th child.  He talked like Jo and moved like Tone.  I bit my lip and watched this unique combination.   Gramps and I had dealt with this personality conflict of mine.  The one and only time that he yelled at me.  I like directness.  I like clarity and all of this talk around and around was not a smoke screen, as I had earlier thought, but and uncovering.  4th children have to cover themselves with communication for the older people in their lives.  Ma pinched me on the lip and Gramps held me up, as we learned the lesson together of communication and love.  Let Him Talk!  I have probably stifled this delicate personality, with my abrasivity.   He would do better with a combination of Aunt Gloria {light} and Grandpa {carefree}.  I am sure that I will have a hard time lightening my grip.