I had a few minutes of computer time this morning so I went over to The Domestic Church Blog to catch up. I enjoyed her post Queenship of the Home Part 1 about getting one's house in order. She also pointed me to this post from Evlogia Blog. It is just what I needed to hear so I am requoting the full piece.
The Treasure HuntAs a mother of many children, attending the divine services is a matter of constant movement. My arms are rarely empty and, as far as I can recollect, I have never ended a service standing in the same spot in which I began. Long ago I let go of the naive notion that the distraction of caring for young children amounted to missing the spiritual benefit of attending the services. Quite the contrary. The situation of having my will repeatedly cut off has proven far more profitable than the peace and quiet that I desire.
Women shall be saved in childbearing (1 Timothy 2:15).
Yes, she will be given the opportunity to learn to live for another person besides herself.
My spiritual father often reminds me that mothers must learn to be creative in prayer. It's a matter of taking utter chaos and, by God's grace, using it to affect the ordering one's heart. This is the creativity of motherhood. Nursing a sick child in the middle of the night becomes an opportunity to keep vigil. The repeated interruption of a meal in order to serve a hungry child becomes an opportunity to fast. An overflowing basket of laundry becomes a reminder to pray for each member of the family as each piece of clothing is folded and put away. Little ways to capture grace in the smallest of moments.
I spent the first decade of motherhood waiting for a moment of quiet. As soon as the children are older, I can pray. As soon as the house is clean and organized, I can be at peace. As soon as we get through this trying time, then I can be the kind of wife and mother that I truly want to be.
Always missing the opportunity to engage the present moment and instead, living for an imaginary one.
The older I get, the more the present moment becomes a treasure hunt. Where is it? Where is the grace of this moment? God is here. Where is He in this moment? While I used to hunt for quiet, I now spend my time as a mother learning to listen amid the noise and have made it a practice to creatively search for any opportunity to catch a brief spiritual word of encouragement.
It's amazing how much better you can hear the quiet of God's voice when the noise of one's complaining ceases.
For instance, if I had to guess, I would say that on average I typically hear about five minutes of a 20 minute homily on any given Sunday. Yet God is infinitely creative and somehow that brief word proves to be the one that I most needed.
My five minutes today were probably more like two. Nevertheless, having no idea of the context in which they were posed, I found something to ponder in these questions:
When my children are disobedient do I first stop and pray for them? Does my pain of heart lie in that they are doing something that might cause them to loose the grace of God? Or does my irritation rest in that they have not done my will?
I wonder how a family would be blessed if a mother were to keep a watch over her heart, constantly asking these three questions of herself.
I think I'll test it and see. With God as my helper.
And the treasure hunt continues.
Thanks, Evlogia!

















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