Thursday, February 19, 2015

7QT Fridays: Lent at the dentist

I accidentally scheduled my 6 month dentist checkup on Ash Wednesday, it was somewhat of an eye opener. My dentist is a sweet lady who gets to judge my teeth, how I’ve been taking care of them (I haven’t). I was mortified when she told me about the tartar/plaque build up and asked if I have been rushing? Yes, I have been rushing – through most of my to-do list. There were many parallels, of course – thoughts about final judgment came to mind and how I know there are so many things I need to work on. The only saving grace, of course, is that Our Lord is mercy and love so that gives me hope. So, my lent offering will be a mix of less sugar/more quiet prayer time/flossing/less rushing.
My mother-in-law gave me the best cauliflower recipe, and I’m not a cauliflower fan. You simply sautee the florets for 10 minutes or so, add some garlic and green onions, sautee some more. Add a couple of tablespoons of soy sauce and sautee until you think it’s done. It is so good!
BB is teaching me the Angelus prayer, she already has it memorized. The funniest thing is listening to her say the Hail Mary, when she says “and blessed is the fruit of diamond Jesus.”
BBC – It’s been an odd week, feeling like I’m on the verge of crying and then hardly any tears. Feeling the weight of loss on my heart, always present. Praying for lots of trust and trying to fix my thoughts on Him whose work gives me hope.
You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you!
Isaiah 26:3
NCC – I’ve given up the sleep training, I don’t like to hear him cry, I know – I’m weak. At least he’s not getting up every hour and I should be ok with 2-3 hour stretches.
The Doggies – Abacus and Dulci have a love/hate relationship. Dulci will not eat her food unless Abacus is in the vicinity and actively watching her. Abacus, on the other hand, will take any chance he can get to clean out her bowl.
Madre Oyeme. I had the privilege of going to daily Mass at this little parish a couple of years ago. The Church was made up of elderly Hispanic people and there was no music. The man next to me started singing this song with such love, it was beautiful. I was so moved and to this day I pray that my children will have this kind of love for Our Lord and our Blessed Mother.

Madre óyeme, mi plegaria es un grito en la noche
Madre guíame en la noche de mi juventud
Madre sálvame, mil peligros acechan mi vida
Madre lléname, de esperanza, de amor y de fe.
Madre guíame, en las sombras no encuentro el camino
Madre llévame, que a tu lado feliz estaré
Madre una flor, una flor con espinas que es bella
Madre una amor, un amor que ha empezado a nacer
Madre sonreír, sonreír aunque llore en el alma
Madre construir, caminar aunque vuelva a caer.
Madre solo soy el anhelo y la carne que lucha
Madre tuyo soy, en tus manos me vengo a poner
Madre óyeme, mi plegaria es un grito en la noche
Madre guíame en la noche de mi juventud.

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A Dios!