"All shall be well, and all shall be well, and every manner of things shall be well."
Julian of Norwich
I found a new blog this morning and spent far too much time perusing the lovely words which were written there. I was quite easily lost. Suddenly, a glace at the clock warned me that time was running out and I had better get a move on if I wanted to get the kids to school on time.
As I stood at the mirror applying the face paint and scowling at the wrinkles, my mind anxiously ran through the day to come...
I have been struggling to feel the presence of God in these last few days. I've been so busy and so stressed. My prayer has been limited and dry. And today, no Mass for me. The time had been bumped back for an all-school Mass as it is the last day of school before Christmas, and it is a work day for me. Unfortunately, it will not be a normal work day. I will go to work earlier than usual today to pick up a coworker and we will drive for an hour (in the snow) to attend the funeral of our friend's husband. I wonder why I'm bothering with the mascara as it will most likely be running down my face in an ugly mess at the funeral. I grimace as I pull my high heels onto my feet. Any other day I would be wearing pants and boots in the snow. After the funeral my coworker and I will drive an hour back to work (they are predicting an all day snow), where the clinic will be exceptionally busy with clients who are anxious to pick up their WIC vouchers before the clinic closes for the Christmas holiday. I was feeling the knot in my stomach tighten at the thought of the stress and sadness that is lying in wait for me.
Then, I heard the sound of someone pushing a shovel outside the window. I hadn't heard any of the kids go outside. In fact, it seemed unusually quiet on the home front. Our early morning hours are usually fraught with rushing, fighting and cries of "I can't find my uniform!" I looked out the back door to see Justin hard at work. The same Justin whom I complained about in yesterday's re-post.
Ah, it was another moment of grace. God is with me. He shows his love for me through my son who sees a task that needs to be done and attends to it without being told. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders a bit. All is well.
