When I first moved to this area and was starting on my new vocation of wife, I would drive to the local Catholic Church and sit at the Tabernacle for 30 minutes to an hour. It was quiet, dark, and cool. I found peace there. That peace would go with me out into the world. Last summer we moved about 20 minutes away from that church and our parish is actually 25 minutes down the Interstate, so I have not been going very often. Recently, I decided to start taking my daughter a couple of times a week. She wanders around while I pray and attempt silence.
Honestly, these days my prayer life is a swirling vortex of thought. Silencing myself for thirty seconds is a challenge. I am too busy asking questions and talking. Then my daughter will wander off across the church and I have to chase her down. After kneeling before the Tabernacle and attempting silence, I finally sat down in exasperation in one of the comfortable chairs and asked God how I can be better. Then I tried to silence the thought enough to hear his answer. And I did. To be a better wife, I have to be a better Disciple and give more time to Him. To be a better mother, I have to be the best wife. I must sacrifice for my husband and serve him. Most days I have it backwards. If I am a good mother then my husband will think that I am a better wife. If I work at being a good wife and mother then I can give God some time.
Now I just have to turn word into action. God, husband, daughter, then me. God, husband, daughter, then me. Time to go to the Tabernacle.
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