Lord, That I May See

Two posts I read today that both voiced some thoughts in my head and placed some challenging ones there: When Righteous Anger Goes Wrong http://redcardigan.blogspot.com/2007/06/puritan-is-person-who-pours-righteous.html Child http://holyexperience.blogspot.com/2007/06/child.html

A song from Atrium that I sing to my daughter: I see the light of Christ in you The love of God come shining through And I'm so blessed to be with you O holy child of God Tonight I sang this to her, in our quiet moment of nursing and rocking. And I realized that, as I was gazing down at her, that there was another, nestled so tiny inside of me, to add to the song. I was singing that song to my two children now. And I was filled with delight in the richness of the blessings that You have given to me, O Lord. In April at the Liturgy of the Light celebration in the 3-6 Atrium, the most moving part for me was the moment of the above, short and simple song. All the children sang it together using the hand-motions. The motion for when "in you" and "with you" is sang, is a slow, sweeping motion, arm outstretched, palm upturned, to all the other children sitting around you, as if you were touching them. As the candlelight sparkled in the children's big eyes, they s...

I am so tired. Not just tired, but weary. The kind of weariness that feels like it is sapping your entire body, seeping though every inch and filling it with heaviness. Sometimes I feel as if I can't even open my eyes all the way. Yet sleep does not come easily now. Either I cannot sleep because I have so many things to accomplish, or I try and I cannot for some inexplicable reason that I cannot understand at all. There is, of course, the pregnancy to blame it on. But, these past two weeks have been worse than the earlier ones. And truly, some weeks I felt this way before I was even pregnant. Pregnancy has accentuated it in some way, but when I think about it I believe that I have been weary since the birth of Turtle 15 mos. ago. Not every day, just many days, that now seem to blur together into one big overwhelming mass. I remember when Turtle was around one month old, my husband's aunt asked me how I was feeling. "Good, just tired," I replied. Then she said the word...