A God Moment Morning for a Poor Miserable Mom

I had a God Moment this morning—greatly needed, believe you me, after the sad, self-pitying night before!

I took this picture on my way to bed. Much like the random spoon lying on our book of poetry, I felt out of place in my own home, annoyed by the “selfish” behaviors of certain family members (while completely ignoring my own wooden beam) and saddened by my lack of charity.

You know, perhaps, this heart contradiction? You want so much to be more loving…but cannot—cannot—muster up the strength on your own.

This is where God and graces of Holy Week come in.

We do not have to walk this road alone.

This morning, then, with a hot mug of coffee in hand, I picked up my Well Read Mom monthly selection at “random” and “randomly” turned to Chapter 19, where Screwtape had this to say to his nephew Wormwood:

All His talk about Love must be a disguise for something else—He must have some real motive for creating them and taking so much trouble about them. The reason one comes to talk as if He really had this impossible Love is our utter failure to find out that real motive. What does He stand to make out of them? That is the insoluble question.

God’s gift of unconditional love…and that He should create us free to love Him back or reject Him!…is both a beautiful mystery and my constant inspiration. I realized that my selfishness last night was a ploy by my Wormwood to create a wedge between my family & me.

Once I saw that and realized I needed grace…

I slapped on some make-up and hightailed it to Mass, whereupon I was struck anew at how the Church knew what I needed. From the Collect at the start of Mass:

Grant, we pray, almighty God, that, though in our weakness we fail, (emphasis mine, all mine), we may be revived through the Passion of your Only Begotten Son.

God gets me, you know?

And He loves me regardless.

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May the blessings of Holy Week be yours, dear friend! I am leaving you with a little lighthearted look at our life:  two photos and a video of two of my favorite people, aka Spaceman Spiff and his C.C. Rider.

Correction: three of my favorite people and dogs.