This afternoon I looked up from nursing Ben to see the girls both dressed up and kneeling down at the coffee table. They were singing quietly. I asked if they were praying and Bella replied, “No, we’re at Church.”
“You’re at Church; but not praying?”
“No, we’re singing.”
I explained that singing at Church is a kind of praying.
I’m bemused about the head coverings. No one in our parish covers her head for Mass. At our former parish, yes, there were a few older women who did. But that’s been more than a year. I can only guess maybe she’s thinking of the veils at her cousin’s first communion.
I wish I’d been able to get a better picture of Sophie in her little green headscarf. She was so adorable.
My spiritual father once told me that this is the reason that sleep becomes more difficult as we age. He was referring to the middle-aged and elderly, of course; but I thought it was interesting how He makes up for our weaknesses and assures that we have time for prayer and repentance. He is very good.
I hope that comment didn’t sound like I was saying that your getting old. That’s not what I meant.
What a beautiful insight. He is very good indeed.
It’s funny because a while back I was reading something about the benefits of getting up before the kids to pray and how beneficial it is and I remember thinking very clearly how I could never do it and that if God wanted me up early he’d have to arrange it. I guess He did.
It didn’t occur to me that you were implying that I’m getting old; but I laughed out loud at your apology.
thank you. you have encouraged me. i have found your blog and i turn to it for encouragement in my walk