Decided just to take it up with my priest. I can’t take the torment anymore. And now to add fuel to the fire? Upcoming week has daily activities against my other fave school, Fatima. You know, put the warriors to sleep, etc., but I’m tired of bot being happy and times a’wastin! We are either going to embrace this school that is not our religion or we r goin home Where we
Belong, but I can’t takenit s so that’s that. Really, what do people do on our situation? Do they just lice their religious principles outside of school? Wow. Peace. Know what else I can’t take? Blogging on my freaking iPhone !!!!! 😦
heres my litmus test: if I could send the girls back to their old school on monday, would I? Emphatically, yes. Would they want to go if given the chance? Again, a resounding yes!
K, I’m obviously not over it. When the Holy Spirit is at work, the best thing to do is move aside!!
and so it goes…furniture should be back in place a week from today. You know the drill – iPhone, yadda, yadda…sitting out on this glorious evening, watching 4th grader practice soccer. Daily rosary. Feeling myself losing steam every passing day while new school just isn’t moving up on my favorites list. Meeting with school board yesterday and no one present from school! Wow, dude. Just like this wordpress on my phone has me
survival mode. A pain in the a$$ having to be in survival Mose for more than a couple of days, let alone for weeks!! It’s a term I coined for times in my life when the girls were little and deaf and desperate to communicate. I would call survival mode when my daily goAls involved the basics-clean,fed dressed children…shoes on, teeth brushed. Still on I phone, as you can tell…
So I was just walking down the hall and realized how my life currently follows the house remodel-some parts ugly and torn up, some parts unbelievably beautiful, and some parts totally inaccessible. Feeling displaced at times…in exile…but never losing sight of the fact that God is here and will see us through it all.
Woke up this morning needing to run.
more than anything, I pray for God’s will and for help to be obedient to Him. Yesterday 5th grader was home sick…so she said but we quickly found out it was school related. Won’t get into All the details but I am finding myself still off my axis and simply trying to accept life the way it is now. I hope and pray things change but for now I’m just trying to do what God wants. My prayer life is fervent and we constantly lean on Mary and Jesus to help us do God’s will. Add to the mix the fact that our house is still torn up and yes I’m still on the iPhone for my computer. I haven’t run since last week, altho I did get an unexpected cross-country dash in with one of my daughters. This morning I had the desire to get out in the cool air, but by the time we finished dealing with house issues it was time to go to adoration, which was top of my list for today! So now I’m in line to pick up girls. Hoping and praying for light, happy hearted daughters again…and hoping and praying to return to that state myself…peace…
im sure anyone who reads this is sick of my belly-achin’ about the girls school. If this means you, “x” out now! Cuz I’m still stuck. I haven’t quit praying aNd I won’t stop praying. Oh, still stuck on my iPhone too…I haven’t even been running so you know I’m messed up about something. I don’t like the way I feel and Odontoceti see an end to it I was reading today’s paper and noticed a picture of something submitted by a catholic school. I didn’t recognize the name so I typed it into my phone and it turned out to be in church point! I do so believe in the power of prayer so I won’t give up. As someone very dear to me said, things either have to get better or worse; they can’t stay like this. I know that’s true. I just hate the idea of waking up early in the morning and realizing immediately that it’s the same doodoo on a different day. I miss seeing my girls as happy as they used to be. They used to come home with stories about their friends, what happened during lunch, etc. And now they don’t. They aren’t my light-hearted little sweet things they were . they play with each other a lot more. I’m sad and I wish things were the way they used to be. They are, however, my little saints in training who know that our God does everything for a reason even when we don’t understand.
3 plaid skirts now sit in a dusty office store tied up in plastic. Tried on first by a happy girl with happy thoughts who twirled in front of the mirror in the store when summer was here and we were happy. She didn’t care that they were too long as she twirled barefoot. She was simply happy at the thought of being a prep. Now the skirts sit because mom can’t bear the thought of seeing them without being on the hips of her twirling barefoot beautiful girl. Bring us back.