Tracy. Catholic mama of 4 beautiful Redheads! Married to my high school sweetie since 1994. As most women I know, I am a multi-tasker. I find myself to be: Type-B(ish); married to a solid Type-A (some of it rubs off.....). I'm a Procrastinator and a Planner. I am an Introvert who occasionally displays Extrovert tendencies. I love taking pictures and sometimes I get some good ones! I enjoy blogging and hope that some of my experiences and our family's trials can shed a witness to the hope we have to rise above any situation because of the graces we are granted in Jesus Christ! Read on, enjoy the trek, life is a journey, one day at a time. Comment, follow and tell your friends....thanks for stopping by!
In today’s Gospel Reading, Jesus emphatically and repeatedly proclaims that He is the bread of life and partaking in His body and blood will bring eternal life, entwining us with Christ–the one and only true sustenance. Jesus doesn’t say that the bread and blood represent him or are a likeness or symbol of him: the bread and blood ARE the body and blood of Christ. Period. End. Important enough that He speaks this six times in this Gospel….in case we didn’t hear it the first five times.
As a young mother with 4 kiddos who took turns distracting me during the Mass, receiving holy communion was frequently the only part of Mass that I remembered. As I lamented to a friend that I often felt exasperated and got nothing out of Mass due to the constant herding of little kittens in my pew, she reminded me that there are many graces granted to those who attend Mass and receive the Holy body and blood, she also encouraged me to keep on keepin’ on and that I would experience those graces throughout my long days and short years with these little people. And so I went, even when I knew it would be a struggle –no matter what shenanigans were going on in my pew (looking at you palms on Palm Sunday), when we took our place in line to receive Holy Communion the kids lined up and pulled it together for the remainder of Mass–every time. My strength renewed for another week ahead, that post-Communion peace in our pew a little reminder that He was with us every wiggle, loud whisper, wrestling match and loud toddler protests. Graces abundant indeed.
Believing that he healed the broken, rose from the dead and sits at the right hand of God, for me, it’s not that big of a stretch to believe he can turn bread and wine into His very presence each and every Mass. The ultimate gift is the receiving of the Eucharist–to be one with Christ, wound together in body, blood, soul and divinity in spite of our past or present.
Lord, may your great love lead us to you, to experience your love and ultimate sacrifice for us in the gift of the Eucharist, the body and blood of Jesus Christ.
If you are able, spend some time in Adoration prior to Mass (or arrive early to Mass to focus on Christ’s sacrifice) preparing your heart for His presence.
This sweet girl of mine just graduated high school. Well, actually, there hasn’t been the “actual” graduation yet because COVID-19. However, school is done. Boxes are checked. Grad announcements mailed out. Done-ZO!!
She also graduated from our local state college with her AA degree and so at 18 she is half-way through college and hoping to get in to the nursing program this fall.
Amazing, beautiful, smart, inside and out in every single way only scratches the surface. Our sweet girl.
and so somehow, just like that this number now applies to me. It is absolutely surreal. and yet, there it is. I’m fine with it, actually. It’s just a bizarro number that once was old and now……not so much!
If there was anything that I could wish for or want for my 50th birthday (if I keep saying it, maybe it will sink in), it is for peace and happiness in where I am. Although my life is far from perfect, I am absolutely at peace with where I am. I have an awesome husband, 4 amazing kids, incredible family and friends. I am loved. So much peace in that. So much joy. To be loved.
There was no surprise party full of friends and family (thank you very little, Coronavirus). But my entire day/weekend was FULL of friends and family. Texts, calls, cards, lunch, flowers, chocolate (SOOOOO much chocolate), dinner, cake. So good. And who knew? At 50 it is the simplest things that bring me so much joy—what a shame it took so long to figure that out, but I plan to keep embracing it.