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Back to Basics: A Simple Prayer as a Mom

As today is the last day that I’m the parent of a minor I’m naturally reflecting upon all that my son has accomplished toward maturity…and how the years have flown by! It seems like just yesterday that, a few hours after giving birth, I nearly passed out on our garage floor upon standing up too quickly when exiting our car, giving the new dad a near heart attack as he had our son in the car seat carrier in one hand and had to simultaneously grab for me with the other without dropping a newborn. (Personally, I blame it all on the nurse who failed to bring me milk to go with my king size Snickers that I consumed almost immediately upon celebrating the safe–after not without excitement we could have done without–delivery–as I feel more stable blood sugar levels would have kept me vertical…but I digress).

Yesterday as his dad and I were pondering how to best spur him on to continued growth while giving him increasing latitude in managing his life I saw this quote that more or less sums up what we concluded:

“Few things help an individual more than to place responsibility upon him and to let him know that you trust him.”

Booker T. Washington

I also find myself encouraged by these words from a veteran parent:

“We highlight our teens’ successes while acknowledging their challenges. We limit some struggles toward independence by offering new freedoms. We link rewards with responsibilities, privileges with productivity, and money with good management…If we parents work more on our relationship with our teen than we work on our teen, we balance loving them unconditionally with trying to fix them. Then we imitate God’s way of parenting. He loves us as we are, but He loves us too much to leave us there.”

Kimberly Hahn, Legacy of Love: Biblical Wisdom for Parenting Teens and Young Adults

So today as we get together with his lifelong friends to celebrate this auspicious occasion I am embracing this prayer knowing that my role as a parent is not over, just changing, as he moves toward adulthood:

“Dear God,

Thank You for my role as a mother. Please grant me the patience and wisdom I need to train my children as they grow up. When they’re all grown up, what a blessing it would be to not only be their mom, but to be their friend–and have dinner at their house!”

Marcia Ramsland, Simplify Your Life: Get Organized and Stay That Way! 


Dog Days of Summer

“But life is glorious when it is happy; days are carefree when they are happy; the interplay of thought and imagination is far and superior to that of muscle and sinew. Let me tell you, if you don’t know it from your own experience, that reading a good book, losing yourself in the interest of words and thoughts, is for some people (me, for instance) an incredible intensity of happiness.”

― Isaac Asimov

I am looking forward to kicking back this afternoon with a favorite book. In my case that is Elizabeth Goudge’s The Heart of the Family, the third book of the Eliot family trilogy. If you haven’t given yourself permission to get lost in a good book lately, why not do that today?


Back to Basics: A Simple Prayer to Make a Difference

In the midst of another pile-up on our living room sofa–because I do my paperwork and phone calls et al. from my comfy wing chair, thereby sometimes resulting in a nearby crazy pile of clipboards, papers, and other paraphernalia related to household administrative activities–I definitely needed to be reminded of this prayer!

“Dear God,

Thank You that You have a purpose for me in my job. Help me to recognize ways I can simplify my work spaces and working habits so I can better accomplish what’s before me.  Help me to make a positive difference in the world through the work I do today. 


Marcia Ramsland, Simplify Your Life: Get Organized and Stay That Way!

Back to Basics: A Simple Prayer for Perseverance

Here is another great prayer for help with getting things done when for whatever reason you might be struggling with accomplishing the things that need to be accomplished.

“Dear God,

Thank You for putting a roof over my head and a place to call home. Help me to keep at the clutter and cleaning pick-ups so my home becomes my castle. Help me to persevere and stay focused. I am grateful that at least You and I know what I did today.


Marcia Ramsland, Simplify Your Life: Get Organized and Stay That Way!


Back to Basics: A Simple Prayer for Help

Over the past few weeks I’ve been on new meds and am feeling better than I have in over a year–praise God!–so naturally I’ve been tackling the backlog of chaos around our home. Having energy, motivation, and focus–not to mention less pain–go a long way in my getting things done. So, I’m spurred on to get into a regular routine again for a variety of reasons including that it’s the beginning of school for the last year for our son and so our family routine changes. The following prayer states my intention perfectly. Maybe it will also reflect yours.

“Dear God,

I really would like to simplify [and thereby help stabilize] my life, but I’ve tried before. This time help me actually do it, especially when I don’t feel like it.


Marcia Ramsland, Simplify Your Life: Get Organized and Stay That Way!

Just Be

All that is necessary is to just be. That’s all that is truly necessary. So simple. So not easy. So, a few more breaths. A few more sentences. And then life must go on. Moment by blessed moment.  Sacred heartbeat by Sacred Heart beating within mine.  So full of love, so full of grace, so full of mercy for all of us in desperate need of it. For all around us who experience our “mess” landing on them, God help them! And He is, He most certainly is; thanks be to God! Yes, thanks be to God for His indescribable gift (2 Cor. 9:15).

Monday Musings

This a.m. I took the offspring into town for some doctoring as he was too sick to attend school. On the way there, as we were pressed for time, I stopped by a major fast food chain to get something completely non-nutritious but yummy for me as I was feeling peckish after only a few slurps of coffee and a tiny bowl of granola with which I’d taken my meds. After arriving and checking in at the doctor’s office—a first come, first served establishment with multiple patients ahead of us—I began to unpack the bag and handed over the two hash brown orders to my teen, who promptly wolfed them down (even a fever and extreme fatigue hadn’t dampened his appetite for a treat!). Looking forward to my sausage gravy w/biscuit I pulled out my order, napkins, and nothing else. That’s right. No utensils. Now I don’t know about where you come from, but both my mom and my grandmothers taught me to eat biscuits and gravy with a fork (and knife, if desired), and I’ve even been known to use a spoon in a pinch, but I definitely was not going to play a game of fondue with my food in the doctor’s waiting room! I’m already known for having a “drinking problem” (spilling drinks on myself, surfaces, others, etc).

So I called the fast food place and they apologized profusely and said they’d replace the entire order. I said all I really needed was utensils, especially since my son had already consumed the hash browns, but they insisted, saying they wanted me to have a fresh, hot order when I picked up the utensils. After a short while of my stomach grumbling and feeling grumpy from low blood sugar, I checked with the receptionist about the wait and explained my caffeine dilemma to her and she said it was perfectly fine to leave a teen in the waiting room while I basically went a tenth or two of a mile back to the food establishment. I said I’d like to add a coffee to my order this time, especially in gratitude for their generosity (but hey—let’s be honest: I needed my full fix!), but they wouldn’t even let me pay for that. Since their coffee is basically unpalatable, I was grateful they let me specify the number of half and half containers I wanted (six).

I returned back to the clinic and ate some of my breakfast and drank some coffee and suddenly I was able to see how nicely how things had turned to be. My son had the extra hash browns (again, a rare treat for him) later in the day and I had a nice breakfast treat for myself to look forward to tomorrow—complete with my own utensils! 🙂

Of course once I got home I dropped my remaining coffee and spent five minutes proving the quicker picker upper is not necessarily quick, followed by the discovery that the pharmacy had filled a 21 count tablet Rx with 12: oopsie! They, too, were very gracious, so I finished my breakfast with the leftover coffee in the carafe here (vastly better tasting) and a glass of milk for lunch. After making sure my son had everything he need I told him I was going to take a short nap—probably 20 minutes or so—since I’d gone to bed late and gotten up early. The next thing I know it my phone is buzzing on mute with the calling tone so I check and it’s my husband so I answer. I couldn’t believe it was two whole hours later, but some days lots of little stress after a long previous (which was very lovely but we were out later than intended) really wears me out. So I booted up my brain with a snack and the DVR’d episode of “Call the Midwife,”which was mostly depressing this time, so I followed it with “Mr. Selfridge,” which likewise barely redeemed the time spent watching it. Sigh. But then I was able to eat some more, get out—for some reason I was still extremely fatigued from the morning’s outing—and pick up the rest of my son’s Rx. There was no waiting in the normally gruesomely long line at that discount store where so many of us find ourselves obliged to do a lot of business, although I do really value their pharmacy staff as they’ve been so good to me over the years. I just went straight to the consult window and got profuse apologies although it seemed perfectly understandable to me: 12 vs 21; after all, it is Monday.

I got in and out of the store and parking lot in record time and was finally able to see how much there was to be grateful for in all of today’s blunders, oversights, unintended events (mega napping), etc. My body just can’t do things like it used to, nor can my brain. I’m grateful that I’m learning to accept my limits and lose some of the shame of asking my husband to get us a pizza and more string cheese on the way home as today I couldn’t handle the overload of the noise of the grocery side of the store when I was in there.

And I’m so appreciative of small town employees who are genuinely sorry for life’s goof-ups and frequently go above and beyond to make up for their mistake. It’s one of the many treasures of rural living’s slower, more personalized pace.

Well, that’s all for now…time to wind down so I can call it an evening and hopefully not need another long nap tomorrow—most days I don’t need a nap at all, but I suspect some planned resting before I wear out—like I used to do when my fibromyalgia was worse—is not a bad idea.

Here’s to learning and accepting one’s limits and learning to live within them with gratitude for what we can still do!

The Way of the Cross

Here’s an excellent reblogged post for Holy Thursday.

I hope you have had a blessed first day of the Triduum, whether it looked like what you had planned or not. We have two more days to focus on the Lord’s passion and then celebrate with Easter Sunday!


Of Blooming, Gardens and Such

This is a follow-up to my husband’s excellent–if I do say so myself–“Bloom Where You Are Planted” piece that I reblogged a couple of days ago.

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