Well sad as it is, we're not in Newfoundland anymore. We've officially been back a week. I spent the week recalling memories of the trip, looking at pictures, and just missing my friend Rita and Dad and just being. I was taken aback at just how very much I missed being there. For me, anyway, God was extremely prevalent there. Yes, I know, God is everywhere. But man, he must truly love Newfoundland. The weather was amazing, the sky, the clouds, the mountains. The colors! The Trans Canadian Highway (TCH) has no billboards, just trees. That it. Nothing to obscure your view from extreme beauty. While I was ready to come home as I missed the kids and my dog, I was not happy to be back (after the initial hello's that is). It's hot. Way hot. There's billboards everywhere, there's stuff everywhere. Lots and lots and lots of noise. It took the week to get back into the swing of things. Work started back up and we're in full swing again starting tomorrow.
Our vacation has had a profound affect on our marriage as well. It was so beautiful to watch my husband relax. We had no where to be and that's what we did. We just were. Of course we saw a ton in Newfoundland thanks to the world's best tour guide, Dad! But, just having all the time with my husband, no kids, no dog, no meetings, no errands, no running the kids hither and yon. It was priceless. The whole trip was priceless. I came away from the week with a love for another country other than my own, relaxed, and with a new piece added to my heart for my friend Rita.
I can't say I'm ready to go back to work. I mean, who really looks forward to being a lunch lady? lol, but I gotta do what I gotta do. So, I'll do it with a smile!
I've been working on a few projects this summer. No news on any of them. UGH! Trust me, as soon as I have even one completed, I'll let you know! I've learned a lot about myself this summer. I've grown in spirit as well as my waistline lol And, I am working on this whole patience thing (I promise Rita!!! I'm working on it! lol). And, yet once again, for the gazilionth time, I am giving everything to God while trying not to worry and take things back. You know, because He needs my help.
Last night I attended Mass and one of the songs they sang was my favorite. Jesus, be my everything. And, as I am singing and walking up to the Eucharist, the words struck me and I started to cry. Jesus truly is my everything. I come to him for just about everything (why not everything? I don't know) and if that's the case, why don't I give him everything? If I truly would do anything for Him, than why don't I? It was very moving for me.
Then, on the way home from Mass, the girls and I were talking and Sarah says "I was asking Jesus about what outfit I should come up with for ComiCon". At this point Maria starts to laugh and says "Did you really ask Him that? That's awesome!" Then, I told them how now, I'm good. That I know I'm not the best mom, that I have bad days, and that I feel I don't teach them anything. But if my daughter feels she can talk to Jesus about something as minute (not minute to her mind you) about a costume for ComiCon, then I have taught them well and that's all I needed, to know that they have the best kind of faith ever. That they can ask Jesus for anything and talk to Him about anything and everything. Side note, Sarah is only allowed to go to ComiCon if her grades are good and I get to go with her. Now, what should my costume be...lol
Well, as much as I'd love to sit here and play on the computer all day, I have to go grocery shopping for the week, make lunches, make the menu for the week, change the sheets on my bed and get dinner started. It's official, I'm back from vacation. lol
Until next time,
Pray for the men of St. Michael's parish who are attending the CRHP retreat this weekend.