Seasons change, both in nature and in our lives. When I was a young mother, I used to rush through each season, living at full-speed, trying to squeeze every precious memory out of everyday, breathless to get to the next.
What I found was that over time, I became weary of that pace and exhausted with the constant need to fill each moment of each day with wonder and whimsy. I desired a slower rhythm filled with intention and meaning but had created a home that had forgotten how to breathe and allow for space and rest.
Then my daughter Courtney was given only months to live and in that moment, I decided that time would stand still. We would all circle round and live and breathe in the JOY that was our child for soon she would leave us. Courtney taught us in those weeks that love was all that is required to live life well today or any day.
In that season of peace and stillness, I learned to breathe deep the connection of mother and child, storing it up in my heart for when it would pass from me and I could no longer hold her in my arms. In that season of faith and trust I learned to reach for God in every moment of the day, asking Him in to heal and guide, to strengthen and encourage, preparing us for the tidal wave of grief that was to come. In that season of waiting for the final leaf to fall and the world to go dark and cold, I learned that love lights the home and keeps the hearth warm in hope for a heaven homecoming, reuniting a family once more.
To live today well as a Catholic woman is to love well each and every day as a Catholic woman. To smile first, hug harder and encourage more. To accompany another wether in joy or in suffering, to stay in the hard instead of leaving. The is beauty in the waiting, in the working. I am seasoned in this life, older than most, younger than a few, but God is not done with me yet.
So I strive to live today well.