Sunday, December 2, 2012

Together in Love

Today my heart feels an incredible urgency to take my babies in my arms and live in the moment...from here on out.  I get so wrapped up in myself and what is next on the agenda...I forget the importance of being together in love.
 

Soak up the simplicity.  Let the roar of "busy" go somewhere else. Calm down.



Remember who we are and why we are here.  That needs to be a habit.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

I complain about cleaning.




"The conditions in which the poorest of the poor lived in Calcutta at that time, and still live today, are unimaginable.  The air in the city was so polluted that if you went out onto the street in the morning in a clean shirt to buy the Calcutta Herald Tribune, you returned with your sleeves and collar all dirty.  The heat, the humidity, the dust and the dirt stirred up by the passing cars were indescribable.  It was especially abd when there was no wind. Then the many, many burning garbage heaps produced smoke that hung over Calcutta as in a bell jar.
Cleaning was therefore part of the Sisters' daily life.  They cleaned not only their own house, but also the houses of the poorest of the poor when they went to visit them.  They cleaned ceaselessly.  When they came home after a "cleaning project", the first thing they had to do was wash their own saris.  All this dirt made it quite clear that cleaning can also be seen as the work of the Holy Spirit.  Why?  Because it preserves life.  In a city like Calcutta, life dies if you do not keep cleaning.  Life becomes sick and ugly - and dies.
Cleaning is life-sustaining.  And everything that sustains life comes from the Holy Spirit.  So by cleaning we encounter the Holy Spirit in our everyday lives!

Taken from the book:  Mother Teresa of Calcutta by Leo Maasburg

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Opening my eyes

Matthew 21:6-11

The disciples went and did as Jesus had directed them;  they brought the ass and the colt, and put their garments on them, and he sat thereon.  Most of the crowd spread their garments on the road, and others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road.  And the crowds that went before him and that followed him shouted, "Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!  Hosanna in the highest!"  And when he entered Jerusalem, all the city was stirred, saying, "Who is this?"  And the crowds said,  "This is the prophet Jesus from Nazareth of Galilee."


Distracted. Looking around with tired eyes. Is she doing okay, I wondered?  I glanced at our 6 month old in her daddy's arms.  People hustle bustling around us to get a seat in the convention center.  My eyes looked this way and that at what everyone was wearing. Shifting my weight...wondering how late we would be up tonight.

And then my heart was stirred (Matthew 21:10).  My full attention was suddenly turned and my heart skipped a beat.  Walking right toward me was the Eucharistic Procession.  About 10 priests in two lines with the monstrance held high with Jesus being  carried for everyone to see.  I watched as everyone in the convention center, like a wave, lowered to their knees.  A silence followed and it seemed as all eyes were trained on the most precious host.   A lump formed in my throat.  THIS is Jesus! THIS is what we have been waiting for!  My thoughts turned to the story in the Bible. "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest!" 

As I participated in my first Eucharistic Procession I felt my spirit come alive for the first time in a long time.  Little girls with baskets were spreading flower petals all along the path....("most of the crowd spread their garments on the road and others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. Matthew 21:8)  Kneeling there in front of the Eucharist in the grass with hundreds of others singing worship songs to our Lord and Savior was uniting, freeing, strengthening. 

Lord, thank You for opening my eyes.  Please help me to continue to see You in every mass. 

Saturday, June 23, 2012

courage.

Usually we have to grow up to truly appreciate our mothers. A child (much like myself) will test the waters of her mother’s love…sometimes with just a wiggling big toe and other times splashing and laughing neck deep.
I have grown into a new love for her, Brenda Leebrick, my mother. Her name means “sword” or “torch”. She probably doesn’t feel much like a piercing sword or a flaming torch…but sometimes we have to point out the obvious.
She grew up big city. Nice house, nice cars, tanning by the pool with her girl friends most days of the summer (seeing who could get the darkest of course!), and very little work was done around the home for her parents. Often times their family would make trips out to their relatives who owned a small farm. She embraced that kind of life and soaked up every moment while she was there. The fresh air, the livestock, going fishing, the simplicity of life! This was her dream!
Her dream come true farmer boy pulled up in a blue Ford Falcon. He was a stark contrast to the city boys she grew up around. Farmer tan and all! She was immediately attracted to his lack of desire for materialism. Simplicity. What a breath of fresh air he was to her!
After several motorcycle rides and cruising in the blue Falcon, they eventually became Mr. and Mrs. Leebrick. Off to the farm she went leaving the pavement literally in the dust! Little did she know what the years ahead would hold!
Sometimes my mother reveals a memory of those days and I get a glimpse of her courage. I imagine her now, in my minds eye, rolling up her city girl sleeves, trying to ignore the dirt under her nails, and learning about the hard-working farm. There were seemingly endless late nights breathing life into their 600 head of sheep. Carrying armfuls of newborn, nearly frozen lambs into the house to be bathed in warm water. Making bottle after bottle of milk replacer to give to sweet little happy tails that would wag and wiggle as they sucked the bottle dry. One memory in particular leaves me in awe of how hard she worked; walking into the trailer house, where they lived at the time, and feeling the exhaustion sweep over her, she looked at the linoleum and then at the carpet and decided the carpet would be a better place to pass out. So there she crashed and fell asleep still clothed and smelling like a flock of sheep.
There was loneliness from leaving behind what she knew (the city, parents, and friends) and stepping into a whole new culture…agriculture. Marriage is one thing to get used to…she had a whole new world to get used to! One of the times she didn’t feel very lonely was when she would use the phone. She explained that it was like going back in time because she suddenly had to use a party line! There were days when throwing up her arms and running back home looked like the easy way out. But she stood and took one step in front of the other. She pressed forward and persevered.
Being an only child herself I’m sure it was sometimes mind boggling to watch us kids wrestle emotionally and physically with one another! The ups and downs and the ins and outs of her children being siblings was, I’m sure, very hard to take! I will never forget the time my brothers and I decided to become like pigs and wallow in a huge mud hole we found out in a field. My mom looked rather mortified when we came slopping up to the house drenched head to toe with just our white teeth shining through!
My mother loved us courageously. She could see our promise and fought for it. She shed tears for us that we will never know about. She rejoiced when we rejoiced and hurt when we hurt. She was our momma bear! She sometimes tells a story of angrily chasing a ram away from her oldest son, Daniel, with a pitch fork (or something like it) after the ram decided Daniel didn’t belong in his territory. I love the memories of the times that she would just listen to me cry when it seemed like the end of the world was swallowing me whole. She was strength and the light at the end of my tunnel.
As I am growing up, my mother’s courage gives me courage. Courage to roll up my sleeves and embrace the life that God has set before me. Courage to take one step at a time.

Monday, April 16, 2012

A Growing Up Mother

I have big ideas.  Lately I am realizing what my big ideas are doing to my little family.  I want to be a stay at home mom...not a distracted at home mom.  A couple days ago I decided to let go of one of my biggest ideas: Happy Tail Acres  I made a list of pros and cons and am now finding homes for each and every "idea."   It's hard to grow up sometimes.  I need more time for the precious little feet pitter pattering around our home.  I am new to this motherhood life but not new enough to realize it's going to take sacrifice and intense dedication to be good at what I do.  I love them too much to be distracted.  Lord, please help me to take what you have blessed me with seriously.  I pray that the Lord shows me that it is okay to let my big ideas rest simply in my family for the time being.