Happy New Year friends! Normally, I’m not really into the whole resolutions thing...it seems like setting myself up for failure to decide that, once and for all I’m going to quit hitting the snooze button. Let’s be honest, I’m an addict. I do have a few thoughts/hopes for the year though. For one, I started this blog(woohooooooo,) and for another, I want to grow in my faith. I love writing, and I love being Catholic, so I figured, why not do both in one place?? I also want to focus on reading more. Like, actual, good quality books. Not like, I can’t sleep so I’m about to read this brain candy for the millionth time book. Not recommending that, but if you ever do need suggestions, hit me up. I’ve got a shelf full.
Today is my final day of vacation from work, and I don’t want to waste it. Normally, today is a Holy Day of Obligation, but thanks to people not wanting to be bothered to go to Mass two days in a row(come on people,) the Bishops in our area tacked it on to yesterday’s Sunday Mass. Anyways, since I need all the brownie points I can get, I went anyway. Side note: brownie points, not actually a thing. God isn’t really into keeping score like that. In all seriousness though, Mass at the beginning of my day keeps me grounded. I wish I had a chance to go more often during the week, but hey, someone’s gotta pay my bills, and no one else seems to be volunteering. I'll be adding a contact form if anyone is interested!
After Mass, I started my first book of 2018...killing those resolutions. The title is, Chiara Corbella Petrillo, A Witness to Joy. I’m only one chapter in but, y’all. Go get it. This incredible woman is on her way to sainthood. Short synopsis, she gets married. Delivers two babies who both pass away soon after due to medical conditions. Finds out she’s pregnant a third time with a healthy baby, but that she has a tumor. To treat the tumor would put the baby in danger, so she doesn’t. Delivers healthy baby, Chiara dies soon after. Tears. Seriously, crying after the first chapter at the amazing courage and joy this woman possessed. The value which she placed on her vocation of motherhood, rose above all else, including her own well being. I’m not a mother, so I can only imagine the level of sacrificial love it must take, to put that little life above her own.
In the midst of reading Chiara’s story, my mind kept wandering to our Blessed Mother. She continually said yes to God’s call, even in the most incredibly difficult situations. With the Christmas season still going strong over here in Catholic world, let’s think about this for one second. You’re 13. You’re about to deliver a baby. In a barn. I know she had loads of grace to get her through, but seriously. Talk about a rough day. Then, as soon as said baby is born, who by the way, happens to be the Son of God, you have to get back up on a mule, and flee to Egypt. I’d rather not. But, lucky for us, Mary was a LOT holier than me, so she said yes. And look at what her “yes” has allowed. Salvation, for us. I wonder, if Chiara thought about Our Lady when she gave her own yes. When she agreed to give her child the best chance at life, and risk her own life in the doing.
I’m challenging myself today, to try to say yes to God more. Like, letting him do His thing, and stop getting in the way so much. I’m going to try my best to stick with my resolutions. But in the end, if I make it to December 31st 2018, and I’ve trusted His plan even a little bit more this year, I’ll consider that a win. Meanwhile, still over here just hitting that snooze button...