I didn’t want fine. I went to some trouble and wanted a ‘wow!’ I rearranged the room to set it up like the Last Supper, brought in a chalice, paten, candles, pictures of the Last Supper, and even sticker sets for each child to create their own Last Supper. We didn’t get to the sticker sets—yes, the fun bit. Ran out of time. Sigh.
Of course we’ll use it next week. The children were fairly attentive and responsive. It just left me a little flat. This, on top of some other writing-related frustrations, left me low.
In other words: c’mon God! High five me or something! I’ve been praying. I’ve been asking.
I was given insight, if not direct messages today. Here is what I heard at Mass based on some excerpts from the readings:
In the Responsorial Psalm 27: 7-8,13-14
“Hear O LORD, the sound of my call;
have pity on me, and answer me.
Of you my heart speaks; you my glance seeks.”
I’m calling, but is my heart speaking of God or looking for glory? Hmmm. Do I want God to look good, or am I more worried about me? Guess.
“Wait for the LORD with courage;
be stouthearted, and wait for the LORD.”
I am waiting… Sigh. I know. I’m really just being impatient. And selfish. It’s not about me. And God, I do know you’re not on my time. Though I do keep forgetting that.
Then Paul’s letter to the Philippians 3:17-4:1
“…many…conduct themselves as enemies of the cross of Christ.
…Their minds are occupied with earthly things.”
Like recognition? Reward? Achievement? (You talkin’ ta me God?)
“But our citizenship is in heaven
and from it we also await a savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.
…stand firm in the Lord, beloved.”
Boy, I’m glad you speak to me Lord. Thank you for reminding me what is important and loving me even though I forget, often. Strengthen my faith so that I may stand firm in your ways and live humbly in your name. Amen.