the wisdom of a child

“One just soul can obtain pardon for a thousand sinners.”
St. Margaret Mary Alacoque

(a contemplative little Mayor / Julie Cook / 2019)

So I must make a confession on this Holy Saturday…

Whereas in years past my posts were reflective of this time of year…
starting with Ash Wednesday, those dark heavy 40 days of Lent leading up to the
Holy Week of Maundy Thursday, Good Friday and Holy Saturday—
as we culminate all of this on a triumphant Easter.

I’d pray earnestly.
I’d fast regularly.
I’d be diligent in my observance.
I would have even gotten some purposeful Lenten reading.
I would focus on the cross and that of an empty tomb.

However, this week has passed in a blur.
In fact, Lent passed in a blur.
As much of the year has passed in a blur.

I hardly even noted that yesterday was Good Friday as I was on the road in
torrential rains and horrendous traffic as my thoughts were elsewhere.

There was a time I would attend the 3 hours long Good Friday service while
purposely fasting this highest of Holy days.
I would go to the Great Easter Vigil…clutching my candle with deep intent.

However, this year has been different.
For lots of reasons I suppose.

Whereas there were both sorrow and loss in years past, I none the less managed to keep
the tires in the middle of the road.

This year, sadly, I pretty much simply fell off the tracks.

There are some distracting extenuating circumstances that will most likely be written
about when there is finally a bit of clarity…
But in a nutshell, my time and my focus have been pulled into a thousand different degrees…

And speaking of degrees—
I have been suffering through some sort of flu bug this past week that has left me hot
to the touch yet cold and shivery to the body.

Add in the Mayor visiting her satellite office and the walking dead comes to mind…
not in the zombie kind, but rather literally feeling dead while still walking.

There’s been little sleep, lots of heavy thoughts, as well as thoughts of anticipation with
a new little sheriff set to arrive any day now.

And having spent the past two days trying to keep an ever-growing, rambunctious, newly walking
borderline toddler out of harm’s way while trying to keep up at the same energy level has
been no easy task.

And yet I often find myself sitting back and simply marveling at her intense gaze.
I watch her little wheels turning while wondering what are her thoughts.

Her love, excitement, and openness to each and all she meets.
Be it animal or human or a stuffed animal or even an interesting plant.
Each one is met with a raised hand and a resounding “HI”

There is such an open innocence and trust that we adults,
who love her and are entrusted with her care, wish to warn her of the dangers
as we work to protect and keep her from harm.

Any parent or grandparent will tell you that that is a life long task that can,
in this current angry world’s day and age, leave anyone who loves a little one
both anxious and nervous.

Because we adults know that there is bad, there is danger and there is evil.

My husband noted this morning at breakfast,
as she gobbled up some bits of maple syrup-soaked waffles,
that if the world possed the same sort of sweetness and same refreshing innocence…
oh, how the world could be so different.

And so on this Holy Saturday, I am reminded that God is reminding me…
He is calling me to return to that same trusting spirit…
return to an openness…allowing Him to pour out His sweet balm
within this weary soul of mine.

Come, Lord Jesus, come!

(the Mayor in such a pondering pose / Julie Cook / 2019)

“No one who follows Me will ever walk in darkness (Jn 8:12).
These words of our Lord counsel all to walk in His footsteps.
If you want to see clearly and avoid blindness of heart,
it is His virtues you must imitate.
Make it your aim to meditate on the life of Jesus Christ.
Christ’s teachings surpasses that of all the Saints.
But to find this spiritual nourishment you must seek to have the Spirit of Christ.
It is because we lack this Spirit that so often we listen to the Gospel without really hearing it.
Those who fully understand Christ’s words must labor to make their lives conform to His.”

Thomas á Kempis, p.15
An Excerpt From
The Imitation of Christ

20 comments on “the wisdom of a child

  1. says:

    There you are! Your post explains everything. For everything there is a season. A time for every purpose under heaven. God bless you and your family and hope you soon get well.

  2. SharaC says:

    Aww this is so honest and refreshing my friend. It’s ok. Jesus came and the work is finished… enjoy this time, weird as it may be… we go through ebbs and flows, ups and downs and not every season will be the same. I’d imagine you’ll come out of this one with a different wisdom than you’d have if it had been a more normal time! Xxx

  3. oneta hayes says:

    Julie, I did not post anything for three or four days this week. I remarked to someone that I can’t believe I’m so blank on the week before Easter of all times. Today I posted something meaningful to me however, it was posted three years ago. I identify completely. I am claiming some of what SharaC says above. Jesus is alive and because he lives we can also. Thankfully I am not sick. Take care. I am about to run to the store, but I came over to see if the Sheriff had arrived yet. 😀 Maybe Easter day. That would be nice.

  4. SLIMJIM says:

    “My husband noted this morning at breakfast,
    as she gobbled up some bits of maple syrup-soaked waffles,
    that if the world possed the same sort of sweetness and same refreshing innocence…
    oh, how the world could be so different.”
    That made me nearly teared up. Lord come quickly.

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  6. Tricia says:

    I know exactly what you mean about being busy and distracted and perhaps not on the ball spiritually at this most spiritual time of year. I don’t have it figured out, but I do know God calling on us to reach out and trust Him for His guidance as you say is the way forward. Now if I could just stop getting in my own way….

  7. lynnabbott says:

    Oh, dear Julie… I’m so sorry that you have been sick! You have been doing too much, obviously! Praying your recover quickly! And by the way, the “mayor” just keeps becoming more and more beautiful! How happy you must be to be able to see her grow! Happy Resurrection Weekend! ❤ ❤

  8. Dawn Marie says:

    My lent has run a parallel experience to yours…my daughter is expecting “delivery” any day…our son lives in your same region and his darling daughter suffers from the same “pinch-able cheeks” syndrome as the Mayor. I thinks we must be drinking the same WordPress water???? Resurrection Hugs sent to you Julie! Along with extra blessings for the sickness to pass quickly (I do hope this too we will not share in common. Giggles.)

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