If it’s Saturday, it must be…snow!
I’m not a snow person, period. Snow as an adult means digging out parking spots, seeing tacky chairs or cones hold a spot (people, we live in ROW homes! Buy a house with a driveway for guaranteed parking!!!!), and the possibility of sliding into another car while driving.
But Saturday also means scouts. We sent a message to the parents: use common sense. If it’s dangerous to you, then stay home. If you can make it, see you at the church.
A handful of scouts showed up and they helped dig out the church. Then we played dance tag and steal the bacon.
A few of my Twitter friends asked why wasn’t it cancelled. The Mister and I thought this way:
If this was a JOB, the boys couldn’t not come because of snow. They’d have permanent snow days. So why let a little bad weather deter our meeting?
Then we visited the St John Neumann shrine. The Boy has a report due on him and had been asking to go to the shrine. We made the trip and got there in time to attend mass. Mass is different from a funeral. First, it’s shorter. Second, there’s no incense, and third they do a
shake down collection. As I knelt on the pew during the final prayer, I began to cry. I’ve been tearful a lot since this new year started, but this service touched me in ways I didn’t expect. Earlier this week I spoke with a cop who advised me to pray Hail Mary Full of Grace. I did, but felt it was just a mumble of words.
The prayer of St John Neumann opened my heart. I felt a little like George Bailey when he’s in the bar praying after Uncle Charlie loses the money and his life seems effed. My life is in a spiral of wackiness, and I feel lost and afraid. Listening to the others around me pray, I was struck by this particular line:
Saint John Neumann, manifest yourself to all who seek your help. Teach us to prefer God in everything we do. Protect us from spiritual and temporal harm. Alleviate sufferings of the poor, the aged and the infirm. Make us realize the importance of truth, humility and patience. Many times you experienced the sorrows of life, and yet you overcame those trials. Show us how to overcome our anxieties and tribulations. We want to grow in faith, hope and love. Never let us forget that we are temples of the Holy Spirit. May we always be worthy of that honor.
I could feel my heart softening a bit. Not much, but more than it has in the last few weeks.
The kids decided to spend part of the afternoon arguing. The Mister and I made a new way to punish them: if The Boy acted up, The Teen got a pop and Vice Verse. This went over not well at all, but it became funny as we chased them through the house to get them for each infraction. THIS was the theme song for the evening, much to the chagrin of The Mister. The kids and I giggled and tried to add our own. (Warning, this page is way gross!).
Sunday was church! Nothing really stood out this week, but it was good to go anyway.
And of course, we sold cookies.
How was YOUR weekend?