Before the Blessed Sacrament

Though this Lenten season has been packed with additional prayer and activity, I never miss an opportunity to sit in silent adoration at one of our parish Lenten Vespers services. Christ truly present in the Eucharist is gloriously exposed in a gold monstrance on the altar, the massive sanctuary lit by dozens of flickering candles. It was during one of these services this year that I had a wonderful epiphany. I had arrived to Vespers a bit frazzled that evening, having practically run straight from work to the Lent soup dinner to serve fellow parishioners for a simple shared meal. However, sitting in that darkened church and beholding the blessed sacrament, I was overcome with intense joy and was incredibly humbled to participate in all these things. I was shocked at the charity of my fellow parishioners at the soup dinner and could think of no greater blessing than to be able to quietly witness Christ that evening on the altar.

All the Signs You Need

Every hiker knows to keep an eye out for rock cairns along particularly rugged trails. The little mounds of stone serve as markers indicating the correct path to take when the trail is difficult to see. Growing up I always treated this as a most delightful scavenger hunt, trying to find all of them before we reached our destination. Life is very similar. If we allow ourselves to get stuck trudging along with our eyes to the ground for too long, we’ll often miss the signs God sends us along the way. If we look up every now and then we’ll find that He’s already sent us all the signs we need.

My Sweet Valentine

Although Valentine’s Day coincided with Ash Wednesday this year, the hubby still made sure to get in a little celebration. I came home from work on the 14th to this beautiful bouquet and on the 15th we enjoyed a delicious dinner at a local favorite downtown. Afterward, while tootling down the street in search of a little dessert we passed the ice rink where two pewee hockey games were underway and couldn’t resist stopping to watch the adorable chaos of kiddos on skates. We even bumped into one of the hubby’s coworkers who’s son was playing. Neither of us could resist wondering aloud if our own little one might one day take to the ice. I thank God everyday for this romantic man He sent to me.

Gondola Ride

Although it’s not quite the same as a boat ride through Venice while being serenaded by the gondolier as one might see in the movies, even in Colorado one can still savor God’s blessings and a romantic afternoon on a scenic gondola ride. This particular picture comes to you from the Glenwood Caverns Adventure Park.

Mirrors

Sometimes it’s easy to look in the mirror and not like the person looking back. The image is always somehow distorted and the lighting is never quite right. Sometimes it’s difficult to recognize ourselves at all but even on these days there is comfort in knowing this is exactly how God made us. Of course, we’re human, imperfect in this life. We are flawed and fallen and ever seeking eternal salvation but, so long as we know that we are also entirely His, there’s a good chance we might just look in the mirror one day and be inspired by the person we see there.