It’s so much fun watching Benedict build with LEGOs.

I love when the clouds do this.

New friend at the Zoo

I can choose way of the just or the way of the wicked. I pray for the wisdom of God to make the right choice and it’s up to me to make that choice, daily.

I won’t get it right every day, but life isn’t about the last play. It’s about the next play.

First Reading: Proverbs 9:1-6

Second Reading: Ephesians 5:15-20

Gospel: John 6:51-58

Gorgeous day to be outdoors!

Apparently political campaigns can text you now. It’s quite gouache. I’m going to stop giving out my phone number, period.

Using emoji in my Things projects is quite useful.

It’s nice to not be on Twitter. Or Facebook. Or Instagram.

Cleaning car seats is such a chore.

Goal for the day: put house back in order

My personal spiritual philosophy is based around the concept of attunement. I want to be grounded enough in my prayer life to venture out into the world. I make decisions based on an educated guess and remain alert to clues that I have chosen correctly or incorrectly.

This suits me very well. I fear presuming to know the mind of God, so by making decisions in light of our relationship, I can be open to hearing His wisdom for my life. After all, He sent His disciples out into society, not up onto the mountain. Having this philosophy also prevents me from paralysis of decision making or the temptation to over analyze what may or may be a sign.

The opening prayer at Mass today calls for us to be attentive. Pray, work, and in all things, be ready to make adjustments to conform more perfectly with God’s Will.

First Reading: Revelation 11:19; 12:1-6, 10

Second Reading: 1 Corinthians 15:20-27

Gospel: Luke 1:39-56

That moment when you look at the recipe for dinner and realize it should’ve got into the slow cooker 6 hours ago

I was reminded this evening about the importance of our eyes. The most delicate and wonderful organ, they are the windows to the soul. The eyes and heart work together. So much good is possible if I choose to protect them both.

As I drove the final mile to our house on Sunday, I started to wonder why I was so excited to be home. It’s just a structure with all of our stuff inside. I had a fabulous time at the lake, so what would make me enthusiastic to go home?

Home is the place where I’m most comfortable. It’s good to travel, it’s wonderful to see family, and it’s great to be home.

Really enjoying listening to Ben Rector’s catalog. Pleasant songs to unpack to and listening on the HomePod is a real treat.

I knew that Mass this evening was going to be a struggle. We arrived home after lunch, and given the week worth of strange sleep schedule and arrangements on the road, the kids were bound to be tired. Felicity was the one I was really worried about.

Sure enough, she was just chatty. Not terrible, just loud and constant. As I sat there wishing that she would settle down, all I could focus on was her loud voice filling up the quiet chapel.

God spoke clearly to this weekly struggle that parents feel:

> And be kind to one another, compassionate, forgiving one another as God has forgiven you in Christ. So be imitators of God, as beloved children, and live in love, as Christ loved us and handed himself over for us as a sacrificial offering to God for a fragrant aroma.

Let the voices of the young Church speak and may they be welcomed.

First Reading: 1 Kings 19:4-8

Second Reading: Ephesians 4:30 - 5:2

Gospel: John 6:41-51

Even Elmo is happy to be home in his bed.