If my 17-yr-old self had any idea she'd end up excited about the plans we're making and the changes we're embracing....well, she'd be FURIOUS! Indeed the news I'm happy to share with you embodies several of my "never" statements. I mean, seriously, I really should have known this was coming...
After 2 years of adventure in Seattle, we're excited to announce that God is calling our family to a new experience. Shawn has accepted the position as Director of the Bishop Hodges Pastoral Center for the Diocese of Wheeling-Charleston in West Virginia...seriously, could somebody convince my husband to some day get a job that doesn't have the longest title ever? Anywho...I digress. Thankfully, a colleague who's there now had the insight to see that Shawn might be a really great fit for them and invited us to prayerfully discern. We're so glad he did and SO looking forward to this new opportunity that will allow Shawn to use his gifts in a more hands-on way once again as he leads the staff and teens who attend their retreat center and summer camp programs, as well as hopefully have a large role in starting a newly-developing mission trip program that will be hosted from this facility and reach out to the good people of WV who are in great need of assistance.
As for family life, we're all incredibly excited to be returning to on-site retreat and camp life. This is one aspect of life we have greatly missed since moving here--who would have guessed we'd miss it enough to now not only choose a rural life again, but one that still isn't all that close to the vast majority of our family in friends. Crazy! I personally am also looking forward to the chance to serve in ministry together with my husband again, another aspect of life that we haven't been able to see fulfilled here. Doing ministry together is TOUGH, but is certainly so very good for our relationship with each other and with our Lord! I've missed having a role in that world and have seen through being unable to be a part of it here that I have a deeply-rooted passion for camp and retreat ministry and find great joy in being God's instrument for conversion of hearts through these experiences--watch out teens, here I come!
Of course, and here comes another huge "never", I'll have to find some solid balance between potential work and the needs of my children since, as a part of this move, we've chosen to also embark on the homeschool journey! WHOA. Seriously, there was once a time I thought there was nothing worse you could possibly do to your children and now I'm so thrilled that while I've felt my heart softening to it for quite some time, I'm blessed enough to hear the Holy Spirit's voice whisper to me that now is the time. I get to embrace, in that really special way, the full embodiment of being my children's primary educator. So cool!!
I'm running low on writing steam and want to get this posted today. That said, I'd be remiss to put it up and not express my great sorrow as well for the friendships we've made here that will take on a new incarnation now. There are some truly amazing people in western WA who will always have a piece of my heart, all of you for a variety of reasons. During our time here we've been incredibly blessed to always have the support we needed and people to keep us going in the tough ministry world that exists here on the west coast. It was such a hard decision to be able to let go of the compulsion to want to stay here and keep fighting the good fight because I love you all so much that I felt like walking away would mean that we personally are letting you down. Through some key conversations that gave good perspective to what the work here has been and would continue to be, and through lots of prayer and serious discernment, I've come to realize that if we're following the voice of God--and I believe with unwavering certainty we are--there is no way in which that can be a failure. I see now that the good work Shawn has done here is a huge blessing to all the aforementioned people whom I care so much about, but that now is also the time God has chosen for us to move on. My many thanks and much love to all of you! You'll be in our prayers and hearts.
Here's to Living the Never--I have a feeling it's gonna be good!
Peace be with you,
Anne
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Where, oh where did you go?
We're 3 weeks in to school now, and I was just curious if anyone could tell me where my summer went? I'm still baffled that it's over! Back in early June, we had a dinner conversation that centered around how we would fill the days spreading out before us. You see, for a family used to having summer consumed by the joys--and challenges--of living the summer camp life, we still don't know what to do with a "typical" summer. Do people really lounge on beaches and around pools, do people really stay in their pajamas all day, do people really take impromptu day trips? As it turns out, in the end I still can't say what other people do; I just know we had a blast doing very little of those things.
Although school here doesn't get out until the middle of June, I really felt like our summer adventures started in May when Shawn's parents, brother, and niece all came for Ellie's First Communion. It was an incredible weekend, most especially because of the Sacrament itself, and then also because we got to show them around the Seattle metro area and then go on an overnight to Whidbey Island (including a whale watching trip). That was our second time there and both times I've been struck by how completely I feel the pacific northwest "vibe" when we're there. The combination of forests, oceans, and general atmosphere are wonderful. While we were there we also went to Sunday Mass, and having Ellie walk up with us and receive the Eucharist on that "ordinary" Sunday was a striking reminder that this weekly miracle we get to partake in is always EXTRAordinary.
Just after school got out, Shawn's family came back (parents and brother's whole family) and while the weather wasn't super cooperative--go figure, right?--we had a fantastic time. Again we explored the metro area and such, but then...we took our first trip to Vancouver, Canada! It's really fun living so close to the border and being to take our children on an international trip. That said, it's so hard to accept that to them it seems like just another weekend trip--a cool one, mind you, but still a just short trip from home. I wonder if years from now they'll understand how crazy awesome our adventures have been these last couple years because they're so easy to take, or will they have forgotten? Or, will we still live here and they'll take it all for granted, finding awe instead in the rolling fields and thunderstorms of the midwest?
After that, we spent several days coming and going from camp, where we had the blessing of getting to hang out with friends who said yes to growing the mission this year. We are so grateful for these families who said yes to living the camp life because they love Jesus so much and want to share that love! It was also during this time that we celebrated Independence Day, played a bunch of Kuub, enjoyed our neighborhood beach and park, let go of Ellie for a whole week of camp, sent the girls to day camp, and waffled constantly about whether or not we were really going to make a trip to KS this summer.
In the end, WE DID! We made the final decision just 24 hours before we loaded in the van and left--yes, that's what I said--we drove from Seattle to KS this year. And, believe it or not, getting there was half the fun. We saw all the beauty and grandeur our national hymns refer to, we woke up in Big Sky, MT and spent a day in Yellowstone, we saw Mount Rushmore and meandered through the Badlands (while listening to Rich Mullins sing about it), we drove through a crazy storm, we wondered how we were going to get through a particular cliffwall that didn't appear to have a pass and then discovered a series of crazy serious switchbacks that took us to the top, drove across a 60+ mile plateau, and then took an even scarier series of switchbacks down again (this time in the dark). And all of this before even reaching our destination! Waiting for us in KS were some of the most wonderful days ever, including hanging out with cousins, going to the water park with Grammar and Aunt Josie, spending an evening with close friends, attending the Camp Tekakwitha reunion that my girls still haven't stopped talking about, etc, etc. And, to top it all off, we left on a Saturday night at 11:00 pm, drove straight through 30 hours (truly stopping only for potty breaks, lunch, and dinner), and got home at 3:00 am Monday morning exhausted but happily safe--I emphasize the happy part because I'm still SO grateful for how easily we all handled that day...seriously, the girls were WONDERFUL!
Looking back at early August, I remember losing 2 miserable weeks to a couple of really bad rounds of Hand, foot and mouth disease. On the other glorious hand, however, I also remember celebrating our 10th anniversary with the man of my dreams! While I completely enjoy seeing everyone's re-declarations of love on such days through FB and other media (thank God for holy, lasting marriages!), it was also such a gift to feel like a thief secretly stealing that weekend away to keep just for ourselves. We had a friend offer to keep the girls, so we got to enjoy a weekend of being deliriously in love--we went out to dinner, did some shopping, and then came home. Who knew being at home--without kids--could be such a fantastic gift on your 10th anniversary! We shared gifts and talked memories that, sorry folks, I still just want to cherish just in my heart, renewed our commitment to the future, and spent time remembering how great it is to be married to your best friend. I am so grateful for that weekend that got to be just ours and that I know I'll never forget.
Think I'm done? Ha! If so, you must not have ever read my other blog posts. ;-) For our final hurrah, we had the joy of having a dear friend come stay with us for over a week. We played many games, had ordinary dinners at home, and (with a bit of hesitation for the inevitable coming season) set about the process of going through the back-to-school motions. Funny, though, how these things are always more fun in the presence of a great friend! We also took another trip to Vancouver and explored new adventures there, as well as revisited some we'd enjoyed before. But for me, the best part came on the last weekend he was here, when we took a trip to the coast. Living on the Puget Sound is very cool, don't get me wrong, but ever since moving here I've wanted to go out to the edge and stand where I could see nothing but ocean spreading out to the horizon--and finally going was SO worth it! We arrived just in time to watch the sunset., which was amazing. The pavement literally just ended at the sand, and given that according to WA state law coastal beaches are literally state highways, we just kept driving. We parked our car facing west and drank in the view. That was nothing, though, compared to the first moment we opened the car door and got a that first taste of fresh, ocean air...so amazing! Thanks to Ellie and our friend, we found a perfectly whole sand dollar, which is one of those silly little secret dreams I've always had and never really thought would necessarily happen. We walked through sand dunes from our hotel to the beach, we flew kites, we made sand castles (Gianna and Ellie were the flags), we walked miles of beaches collecting shells, we climbed the rocks of a jetty (being ever so careful not to disturb the anemones living in the crevices between), found a great, quaint interpretive center, and just had a generally great time.
Just after school got out, Shawn's family came back (parents and brother's whole family) and while the weather wasn't super cooperative--go figure, right?--we had a fantastic time. Again we explored the metro area and such, but then...we took our first trip to Vancouver, Canada! It's really fun living so close to the border and being to take our children on an international trip. That said, it's so hard to accept that to them it seems like just another weekend trip--a cool one, mind you, but still a just short trip from home. I wonder if years from now they'll understand how crazy awesome our adventures have been these last couple years because they're so easy to take, or will they have forgotten? Or, will we still live here and they'll take it all for granted, finding awe instead in the rolling fields and thunderstorms of the midwest?
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| Fact: When you go anywhere in Seattle with this many children, you definitely get a TON of double takes! |
In the end, WE DID! We made the final decision just 24 hours before we loaded in the van and left--yes, that's what I said--we drove from Seattle to KS this year. And, believe it or not, getting there was half the fun. We saw all the beauty and grandeur our national hymns refer to, we woke up in Big Sky, MT and spent a day in Yellowstone, we saw Mount Rushmore and meandered through the Badlands (while listening to Rich Mullins sing about it), we drove through a crazy storm, we wondered how we were going to get through a particular cliffwall that didn't appear to have a pass and then discovered a series of crazy serious switchbacks that took us to the top, drove across a 60+ mile plateau, and then took an even scarier series of switchbacks down again (this time in the dark). And all of this before even reaching our destination! Waiting for us in KS were some of the most wonderful days ever, including hanging out with cousins, going to the water park with Grammar and Aunt Josie, spending an evening with close friends, attending the Camp Tekakwitha reunion that my girls still haven't stopped talking about, etc, etc. And, to top it all off, we left on a Saturday night at 11:00 pm, drove straight through 30 hours (truly stopping only for potty breaks, lunch, and dinner), and got home at 3:00 am Monday morning exhausted but happily safe--I emphasize the happy part because I'm still SO grateful for how easily we all handled that day...seriously, the girls were WONDERFUL!
Looking back at early August, I remember losing 2 miserable weeks to a couple of really bad rounds of Hand, foot and mouth disease. On the other glorious hand, however, I also remember celebrating our 10th anniversary with the man of my dreams! While I completely enjoy seeing everyone's re-declarations of love on such days through FB and other media (thank God for holy, lasting marriages!), it was also such a gift to feel like a thief secretly stealing that weekend away to keep just for ourselves. We had a friend offer to keep the girls, so we got to enjoy a weekend of being deliriously in love--we went out to dinner, did some shopping, and then came home. Who knew being at home--without kids--could be such a fantastic gift on your 10th anniversary! We shared gifts and talked memories that, sorry folks, I still just want to cherish just in my heart, renewed our commitment to the future, and spent time remembering how great it is to be married to your best friend. I am so grateful for that weekend that got to be just ours and that I know I'll never forget.
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| Ten Years! |
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| My happy place! |
It was a weekend that, even as an adult, was another first for me. We've had so many firsts since moving here that when I think only about those, it's almost as if the last 2 years have been a really extended vacation. What a gift! And yes, there have been some complicated strings attached, but I still readily accept it with gratitude for God's goodness. Alas, school has started again, and I know there will be more time between our adventures for the foreseeable future, but that just makes me all the more grateful for this wonderful summer we've had. Besides, in the words of one very smart Peter Pan, "to live (and die) would be an awfully big adventure." Bring it on, then!
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Here, There, and Yonder
Good gracious, I'm terrible at this whole keeping-up-with-a-blog thing! When I realize the last time I did this was just over 3 months ago and my original goal was to do it on a regular basis delving into daily life, well, I sure wish intentions counted for something!!
Therefore, I offer two thoughts on how so long has passed with no blog post. First, I've come to realize that as much as I LOVE writing, I want to spend time living my role in God's story of salvation even more than I want to write about it. God has given Shawn and me four of the best gifts in the world--I'd even argue THE four best gifts--and I want to be abundant with my energy for them. That means I need to use my "me" time cautiously so I then have that energy, and it means that I wouldn't feel good about taking time away from them to write about life with them. And I definitely wouldn't want to take away from my time with Shawn, which has become something of a precious commodity these days. Alas, excuse numero uno has been made.
Second, I offer to you the following: In February, Shawn and I dropped the girls off in KS and then went on to South Africa for 8 days to visit his sister (and family) who are there for 3-4 years. Although it was one of those trips that will go down in history as a comedy of errors--truly people, let me buy you a drink some time and provide you with a few good laughs--we also made memories for a lifetime, getting to see God's artwork in a totally new setting, and to see his face in a totally new culture. Next, in March I was back in KS to go watch my mom in her first musical ever--she was amazing and inspired me, as she often does, to live fully! I figured that would be the end of my travels for a while, but then the family from Africa decided they would make their one trip back and we didn't want to miss a chance for the girls to see their cousins just once in 4 years so it was back to KS we went for a quick but wonderful Easter weekend. I have much gratitude for the ability to do all that, especially since the vast majority of our travels were opportunities provided to us as gifts.
That said, I was ready to come back and be "normal," whatever that is. Instead, we had one friend from Ottawa come visit both in March and in April (first time for fun, second time b/c she was here for a conference anyway), and then a friend from college was here for almost a full week not too long ago. While we're on the note of visitors, I did the math just a bit ago, and over the course of living here 17 months, we've had family and friends visit here at least 15 times. What?!?! Again, I just want to praise the Lord in his graciousness for knowing how much staying connected to these people is a balm for my longing heart, and for helping me see that as I find great contentment when I'm "finally" in the company of these people I long for, I can only imagine the joy that will be complete when my longings to be in His presence are fulfilled! Some people go with the "deer longs for water" analogy...I say how 'bout give the "Anne longs for her peeps" analogy a try! ;-)
Okay, I digressed, but coming back to the point...we've been here, there, and yonder, and playing catch up in between (remember those things called school, work, and chores?) so blogging got to wait. I really do want to get to a point where it happens more often, if for no other reason than the fact that it's very cathartic for me. However, I find myself getting caught sometimes thinking, "wouldn't that be a great blog post?" or "ooh, I need to get on the computer ASAP and make that my facebook status" and then realizing that by doing so I'd be abruptly ending the moment that's so noteworthy when instead I could continue reaping every possible bit of clarity it brings me. Maybe someday in about 20 years I'll regret not typing out these precious stories, but today I feel Jesus is strongly calling me to get better at writing our story through my life and my actions, and not through my contributions to cyberspace.
I guess maybe I'll be back soon ( one can hope!), but on the other hand, we have family coming to visit again to help us celebrate a birthday, but most especially to celebrate our oldest daughter's First Communion!!! Now there's a story worth writing--and I mean writing by living. Seriously, could there be any greater moment on earth (for a married woman) than to come forward in unity with one's own child, husband at your side, to receive the Holy Eucharist?!?!?! There are simply no words right now to describe how humbly excited I am, so stay tuned...maybe by then I'll have gotten over my current tendency to get choked up just even at the mere thought of it!
Peace be with you,
Anne
:) * +
Therefore, I offer two thoughts on how so long has passed with no blog post. First, I've come to realize that as much as I LOVE writing, I want to spend time living my role in God's story of salvation even more than I want to write about it. God has given Shawn and me four of the best gifts in the world--I'd even argue THE four best gifts--and I want to be abundant with my energy for them. That means I need to use my "me" time cautiously so I then have that energy, and it means that I wouldn't feel good about taking time away from them to write about life with them. And I definitely wouldn't want to take away from my time with Shawn, which has become something of a precious commodity these days. Alas, excuse numero uno has been made.
Second, I offer to you the following: In February, Shawn and I dropped the girls off in KS and then went on to South Africa for 8 days to visit his sister (and family) who are there for 3-4 years. Although it was one of those trips that will go down in history as a comedy of errors--truly people, let me buy you a drink some time and provide you with a few good laughs--we also made memories for a lifetime, getting to see God's artwork in a totally new setting, and to see his face in a totally new culture. Next, in March I was back in KS to go watch my mom in her first musical ever--she was amazing and inspired me, as she often does, to live fully! I figured that would be the end of my travels for a while, but then the family from Africa decided they would make their one trip back and we didn't want to miss a chance for the girls to see their cousins just once in 4 years so it was back to KS we went for a quick but wonderful Easter weekend. I have much gratitude for the ability to do all that, especially since the vast majority of our travels were opportunities provided to us as gifts.
That said, I was ready to come back and be "normal," whatever that is. Instead, we had one friend from Ottawa come visit both in March and in April (first time for fun, second time b/c she was here for a conference anyway), and then a friend from college was here for almost a full week not too long ago. While we're on the note of visitors, I did the math just a bit ago, and over the course of living here 17 months, we've had family and friends visit here at least 15 times. What?!?! Again, I just want to praise the Lord in his graciousness for knowing how much staying connected to these people is a balm for my longing heart, and for helping me see that as I find great contentment when I'm "finally" in the company of these people I long for, I can only imagine the joy that will be complete when my longings to be in His presence are fulfilled! Some people go with the "deer longs for water" analogy...I say how 'bout give the "Anne longs for her peeps" analogy a try! ;-)
Okay, I digressed, but coming back to the point...we've been here, there, and yonder, and playing catch up in between (remember those things called school, work, and chores?) so blogging got to wait. I really do want to get to a point where it happens more often, if for no other reason than the fact that it's very cathartic for me. However, I find myself getting caught sometimes thinking, "wouldn't that be a great blog post?" or "ooh, I need to get on the computer ASAP and make that my facebook status" and then realizing that by doing so I'd be abruptly ending the moment that's so noteworthy when instead I could continue reaping every possible bit of clarity it brings me. Maybe someday in about 20 years I'll regret not typing out these precious stories, but today I feel Jesus is strongly calling me to get better at writing our story through my life and my actions, and not through my contributions to cyberspace.
I guess maybe I'll be back soon ( one can hope!), but on the other hand, we have family coming to visit again to help us celebrate a birthday, but most especially to celebrate our oldest daughter's First Communion!!! Now there's a story worth writing--and I mean writing by living. Seriously, could there be any greater moment on earth (for a married woman) than to come forward in unity with one's own child, husband at your side, to receive the Holy Eucharist?!?!?! There are simply no words right now to describe how humbly excited I am, so stay tuned...maybe by then I'll have gotten over my current tendency to get choked up just even at the mere thought of it!
Peace be with you,
Anne
:) * +
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
A Year of Gratitude
Tomorrow is my 31st birthday and as I contemplate the time between now and when I turned 30--which was supposed to be a landmark--I feel myself more in awe now than I did then. You see, it's been just over one year since our Seattle adventure was beginning and as I look back, we have so much to be thankful for. As I look forward, I find myself waiting as patiently as possible to see what another year here will hold, to see what God's vision for our family is. As I live in the here and now, I *try* to take each moment as it comes and not get caught up in either remembering what's been or seeking for answers to what will be--some days I live this better than others.
First, my litany of things for which I've developed a renewed, more keen appreciation over the past year. I think I have to lead off with thanking God for the beauty of the foundation set for Shawn and I in our married life. To have come from solid families, to have met each other at a solid Catholic college (go BC!) where we made solid Catholic friends, and then to be so very blessed to spend the first 8 years of our marriage at Prairie Star Ranch...a person couldn't ask for much more. I can say with honesty that for the most part we also took time to appreciate those things as they came, too, but now I can appreciate them in a different way as I wonder if I'd be strong enough to gracefully handle our current life if it wasn't for all the many ways our family was formed by our initial life. I hope and pray that the work we're doing here will develop in Seattle a community of believers set vibrantly on fire, but in this absence we're currently living of such a community as I know is possible, I am ever more grateful to draw on our previous years for strength. For many Masses, concerts, rallies, etc, etc, that gave my children a love of Christian music that lives on, even if the only place they hear it very often is the radio and me singing the songs running through my head. For the wisdom of really holy couples with more experience leading Shawn and I by example. For the opportunity to have our whole life wrapped up in ministry both through PSR, Camp Tekakwitha, and Sacred Heart YM that has set a precedence for how we want our life to look and how wonderfully the Holy Spirit will move when you allow it. For our past, I am most definitely grateful.
Now, however, to reflect on the gratitude I have not only for what's been, but for what IS. First, because this year has confirmed my belief in a God who IS. Period. Gratitude for a God who's divine plan is not just to create, but to tend His creation with abundant love and mercy. I've seen this many ways this past year. I humbly, then, offer to my caretaker, all my gratitude for a sense of contented peace that was seriously lacking one year ago. At that time, I was just pleased for each day that I didn't feel like I was sinking, for when the smallest victories outnumbered the major setbacks. Today, I celebrate the feeling that I can actually tread water and sometimes even swim through our daily life--mind you, I am keenly aware, this only occurs by the grace of God!
Over the past year, we've made more friendships than I could have ever hoped for, and with people in so many different walks of life that I feel each unique relationship feeding different parts of my soul that were longing for nourishment one year ago. For other moms to pray rosary with, for their families to celebrate Church feast days with, for other parents of preschoolers to laugh at toddler antics with, for other young adult friends who bring me balance and remind me I'm only 31 when most of these other friends are 5-20 years older than us--for all of these people and more, I'm beyond grateful.
Added to this, I want to reflect on the journey of going back to being a stay-at-home mom. Said journey has definitely felt a bit like being on a roller coaster, with high points and exhilaration from fulfillment in being so involved with my children and running our home, but also with times when it felt like I was slowly climbing inches only to then feel like the bottom had dropped out as I struggled to be me, to recognize who I, as a daughter of God, am--to be my unique self and not just "wife" or "mom". Yet, when I step off the ride for this moment and reflect objectively, I have zero doubt that it's the best ride ever and I can't wait to get back on. Thank you, Lord Jesus, that for now at least, I'm able to do just that!!
Next, I couldn't not offer my gratitude for our new parish and school, St. Monica's. It is--as is any parish--imperfect, and it does--as does any parish--have it's own dramas unfolding at any given time. That said, the open arms of hospitality offered to our family when we desperately needed it has brought me a renewed hope for the Catholic churches and schools of western WA. For 3 brief weeks, we were actually a proclaimed home-school family for this year because we were so tired of schools that were nominally "Catholic" but in actuality were focused on being private. We were at a loss for church itself, since we were struggling to find a home that was both orthodox AND vibrant (I know, I know we're picky....). That said, announcing our intent to home-school became an issue not because of other's judgement about that plan, but because our own feeling of unease was too much to ignore. Now, my children attend a school where our Catholic faith is proclaimed and lived as a much more primary focus, they're in classrooms where all the children interact because their parents aren't creating nasty cliques, and they are satisfied and settled with life in general. We go to Mass on Sundays at a parish where they get to see all of these same people--who, I should note, almost all stick around every single week for the biggest donuts and coffee gathering I've ever been a part of. While at this Mass, we sit in the midst of families whose children may or may not be making just as much noise as our own and we all try our hardest but feel grateful that even in the stickier moments people aren't pushing us to shoo our children off to the nursery, but rather to include them in the liturgy and help them grow up in that setting. And, believe it or not, in such a setting, my children have become the most well behaved they've ever been in Mass--go figure! ;-) To cap a short-story-made-long, let's just say I'm grateful for a parish and school community that feel like they could be home for a while if God so chooses for us, and not just a place to pass some time until we can find something better.
On a different venue, I can't help but take pause to mention how totally filled with joy my heart is when I think back on the many new experiences we've had this year. I LOVE MOUNTAINS...I do, it's true. Wandering through deciduous rain forests nestled high within them, watching the sun rise and set over them when coming to and fro our new school, sharing the memory of when we got caught in a blizzard while driving the pass between a few of them, camping atop them with friends, sledding with their peaks for a backdrop, marveling at their ability to hide behind cloud cover...they. are. so. great. So, while I can't help but for part of me to wish that maybe someday God will call us back to KS, I wonder if maybe some how we could bring them with us, as they've moved towards the top of my list of things that easily remind me of His majesty. Also: fish market, space needle, ocean, boat locks, quaint Bavarian mountain village, ancient trees, aquarium, ferry rides, etc, etc, etc....I could list so many more, but we'd all get bored. Let's just say it's been a year of new, and it's been fun!
Last but not least, I most especially know that there is no greater birthday gift on earth than to be with Shawn and the girls as we wait together in joyful anticipation of the heavenly life that's been promised to us when we'll get to party with Jesus, Angela, Hilary, and all the saints, Saints, and angels. Our nuclear family has taken on a much great significance this year as we've often had only each other to rely on, and I've got to say...these are some VERY cool people I'm livin' with! Laughing together at our own silliness, overcoming fears together, caring for one another, praying together, learning to ride bikes and swim, becoming a diaper-free house for the present, moments of magnitude and miracle, but also moments of minutia or uncertainty...for each and every one I am grateful because through it all I have a God who loves me and who never leaves me. What more could a 31-year-old girl ask for?
Peace be with you,
Anne
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First, my litany of things for which I've developed a renewed, more keen appreciation over the past year. I think I have to lead off with thanking God for the beauty of the foundation set for Shawn and I in our married life. To have come from solid families, to have met each other at a solid Catholic college (go BC!) where we made solid Catholic friends, and then to be so very blessed to spend the first 8 years of our marriage at Prairie Star Ranch...a person couldn't ask for much more. I can say with honesty that for the most part we also took time to appreciate those things as they came, too, but now I can appreciate them in a different way as I wonder if I'd be strong enough to gracefully handle our current life if it wasn't for all the many ways our family was formed by our initial life. I hope and pray that the work we're doing here will develop in Seattle a community of believers set vibrantly on fire, but in this absence we're currently living of such a community as I know is possible, I am ever more grateful to draw on our previous years for strength. For many Masses, concerts, rallies, etc, etc, that gave my children a love of Christian music that lives on, even if the only place they hear it very often is the radio and me singing the songs running through my head. For the wisdom of really holy couples with more experience leading Shawn and I by example. For the opportunity to have our whole life wrapped up in ministry both through PSR, Camp Tekakwitha, and Sacred Heart YM that has set a precedence for how we want our life to look and how wonderfully the Holy Spirit will move when you allow it. For our past, I am most definitely grateful.
Now, however, to reflect on the gratitude I have not only for what's been, but for what IS. First, because this year has confirmed my belief in a God who IS. Period. Gratitude for a God who's divine plan is not just to create, but to tend His creation with abundant love and mercy. I've seen this many ways this past year. I humbly, then, offer to my caretaker, all my gratitude for a sense of contented peace that was seriously lacking one year ago. At that time, I was just pleased for each day that I didn't feel like I was sinking, for when the smallest victories outnumbered the major setbacks. Today, I celebrate the feeling that I can actually tread water and sometimes even swim through our daily life--mind you, I am keenly aware, this only occurs by the grace of God!
Over the past year, we've made more friendships than I could have ever hoped for, and with people in so many different walks of life that I feel each unique relationship feeding different parts of my soul that were longing for nourishment one year ago. For other moms to pray rosary with, for their families to celebrate Church feast days with, for other parents of preschoolers to laugh at toddler antics with, for other young adult friends who bring me balance and remind me I'm only 31 when most of these other friends are 5-20 years older than us--for all of these people and more, I'm beyond grateful.
Added to this, I want to reflect on the journey of going back to being a stay-at-home mom. Said journey has definitely felt a bit like being on a roller coaster, with high points and exhilaration from fulfillment in being so involved with my children and running our home, but also with times when it felt like I was slowly climbing inches only to then feel like the bottom had dropped out as I struggled to be me, to recognize who I, as a daughter of God, am--to be my unique self and not just "wife" or "mom". Yet, when I step off the ride for this moment and reflect objectively, I have zero doubt that it's the best ride ever and I can't wait to get back on. Thank you, Lord Jesus, that for now at least, I'm able to do just that!!
Next, I couldn't not offer my gratitude for our new parish and school, St. Monica's. It is--as is any parish--imperfect, and it does--as does any parish--have it's own dramas unfolding at any given time. That said, the open arms of hospitality offered to our family when we desperately needed it has brought me a renewed hope for the Catholic churches and schools of western WA. For 3 brief weeks, we were actually a proclaimed home-school family for this year because we were so tired of schools that were nominally "Catholic" but in actuality were focused on being private. We were at a loss for church itself, since we were struggling to find a home that was both orthodox AND vibrant (I know, I know we're picky....). That said, announcing our intent to home-school became an issue not because of other's judgement about that plan, but because our own feeling of unease was too much to ignore. Now, my children attend a school where our Catholic faith is proclaimed and lived as a much more primary focus, they're in classrooms where all the children interact because their parents aren't creating nasty cliques, and they are satisfied and settled with life in general. We go to Mass on Sundays at a parish where they get to see all of these same people--who, I should note, almost all stick around every single week for the biggest donuts and coffee gathering I've ever been a part of. While at this Mass, we sit in the midst of families whose children may or may not be making just as much noise as our own and we all try our hardest but feel grateful that even in the stickier moments people aren't pushing us to shoo our children off to the nursery, but rather to include them in the liturgy and help them grow up in that setting. And, believe it or not, in such a setting, my children have become the most well behaved they've ever been in Mass--go figure! ;-) To cap a short-story-made-long, let's just say I'm grateful for a parish and school community that feel like they could be home for a while if God so chooses for us, and not just a place to pass some time until we can find something better.
On a different venue, I can't help but take pause to mention how totally filled with joy my heart is when I think back on the many new experiences we've had this year. I LOVE MOUNTAINS...I do, it's true. Wandering through deciduous rain forests nestled high within them, watching the sun rise and set over them when coming to and fro our new school, sharing the memory of when we got caught in a blizzard while driving the pass between a few of them, camping atop them with friends, sledding with their peaks for a backdrop, marveling at their ability to hide behind cloud cover...they. are. so. great. So, while I can't help but for part of me to wish that maybe someday God will call us back to KS, I wonder if maybe some how we could bring them with us, as they've moved towards the top of my list of things that easily remind me of His majesty. Also: fish market, space needle, ocean, boat locks, quaint Bavarian mountain village, ancient trees, aquarium, ferry rides, etc, etc, etc....I could list so many more, but we'd all get bored. Let's just say it's been a year of new, and it's been fun!
Last but not least, I most especially know that there is no greater birthday gift on earth than to be with Shawn and the girls as we wait together in joyful anticipation of the heavenly life that's been promised to us when we'll get to party with Jesus, Angela, Hilary, and all the saints, Saints, and angels. Our nuclear family has taken on a much great significance this year as we've often had only each other to rely on, and I've got to say...these are some VERY cool people I'm livin' with! Laughing together at our own silliness, overcoming fears together, caring for one another, praying together, learning to ride bikes and swim, becoming a diaper-free house for the present, moments of magnitude and miracle, but also moments of minutia or uncertainty...for each and every one I am grateful because through it all I have a God who loves me and who never leaves me. What more could a 31-year-old girl ask for?
Peace be with you,
Anne
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