I used to think in my early twenties that I would either make a go of the world, let go of my black and white, get elbow deep into the muck of the world, or move to Vermont...
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Category Archives: My Catholic Faith

New every morning.

New every morning.

This summer living in our house are 2 adults, 2 teens, 2 tweens, 1 elementary schooler, 1 preschooler, and a toddler.  Can you see how many different “agendas” that might create? Yeah half way through summer I am laying to rest my quest for balance.  As much as I have striven for it, life is just having none of it.

These are our daylilies right behind the adorable children… (one of my favorite pictures from when we had just 4 little Laverty’s.)  The previous owners of our home planted these bulbs and they grow into a little natural rail to our front porch in the summer. They start blooming around the 4th of July and keep going all through the month of July and into the beginning of August.:

Kevin has been known to share the interesting fact that they are edible and as evidence plop an entire bloom into his mouth and then chew and swallow it in front of our visitors (only the bright orange daylilies are edible by the way, not any other kind). We’ve stuffed daylily blooms with chicken salad for the occasional “tea time”.  It looks so fancy and our humble little flowers turn into an elegant and tasty treat!

But what I’ve learned to love the very most about this beautiful, fiery colored summer flower this last month is that just like their name says, they are “day” lilies. They bloom for just one day.  By the time the day is done they are closed up, wilted, and done. And then like magic, the next day another bud on the stalk takes it place and breaks out in bloom.  This pattern continues day after day after day for about 6 weeks.

I usually don’t pick the daylilies to put in vases because they don’t last long.  I’d prefer to put together a nice bouquet that will last for at least a week, but this summer the zinnias I usually rely on for picking flowers didn’t get planted till much later, so I didn’t have a lot of choice about what to cut and bring in.  Desperate for a little color and freshness one day, I decided to try the daylilies.

I went outside, clipped 3 fresh blooms off the stalk and put them in water in this little blue canning jar/vase:

Then the next morning when they were instead 3 drooping spent flowers I threw them out and started again.

There is something about enjoying the blooms each day on our kitchen table and knowing that by end of day they will be done.  It reminds me to enjoy the present and that things don’t last forever, even bad things (like cranky kids x7 who want what they want right now or my own sometimes irritated/overwhelmed moods), and most importantly that I too can be “new” every morning.

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
    his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
    great is thy faithfulness.  ~Lamentations 3:22-23

Here’s to a new day friends!

With love from mid-summer in Vermont,

~Lisa

Choosing Each Other.

Choosing Each Other.

I often think, when I see Jesus on the cross, about the pain of Mary…

Why didn’t God just come into the world alone?  Why did he use one of us?  He could have redeemed us from this often difficult world all by himself without pain and a mum, but he didn’t…

He knew that snapping his fingers and fixing it all, doesn’t do much to connect us.  When I am hungry and I eat, I am connected to no one and satisfy only myself, but when I am hungry and I share my food with someone, feel the pang of not being quite full, but do it anyway, I am connected, by choice and by sacrifice.

As much as we fight against it, we are connected when we choose to sacrifice for others.  Whether it is in something very small or very very big, like the day Mary’s son was nailed to the cross for us.

Her son, the same young-ish man who turned water into wine for her at a wedding when they ran out and she told the catering crew to “do whatever he tells you”.  The same man who raised his friend Lazarus from the dead after 3 days.  The same man who stayed with his mum for 30 years, till the time was just right.  The same child she boldly said yes to when the angel Gabriel asked her if she would become mother of God.

He trusted her, he created her, he loved her, but now… He allowed pain, excruciating pain, to pierce not only himself, but his very own mother.  And in that pain they were connected forever.  Nails pounded through precious hands and humble dirty feet.  His life hanging there like meat… thirsty for water, thirsty for souls.  She stands beside, she stands below, steadied by faith, faith in Him.

She stands, she watches, she boldly stays with, and holds her lifeless son when it has ended, her heart shredded.

Willing to experience it all.  The joys and the sorrows.  She said yes to it all as a young woman even before she knew exactly what her “yes” would mean.  But she trusted her God and that somehow somehow it would all work out for good.

And it did.

Her pain has not been in vain, her joys have meaning.  She raised the son of God and then for us he was raised.

We all are given a yes or a no to this life we are given and we renew them constantly.

Mary’s yes in retrospect was monumental, world changing.

We can’t always fully grasp our “yeses”, and how sometimes it may mean the cross and other times a wedding stocked with wine made from water (Ummm, that must have been a great time!).  But each day we renew all sorts of little yeses and they matter.  They bring us and those around us closer to becoming the people we were meant to be.

I imagine Mary when I say yes at whatever life is throwing at me.  Mary, standing steadfast beside me, just like she was for Jesus, leading me by the model of her faith to her son, showing me a journey of joys and sorrows, sacrifice and choice, teaching me that in my yes, I am choosing more than just me.

With love from Vermont,

~Lisa

 

 

 

The Sun Peaks Through – A Wedding and a Funeral

The Sun Peaks Through – A Wedding and a Funeral

Life was so divinely orchestrated yesterday, I felt like I was a character in a movie.  First I attended the funeral of a good friend who at 76 passed away last week.  She shared my love of Jesus, was a model of childlike faith, perseverance, and how to be a loving spouse and mother. IContinue Reading

Life… It’s an Act of Faith & Love

Life… It’s an Act of Faith & Love

So I sent six of my children off to school this morning on faith…  Yesterday, unfortunately like in so many places on different days in our world, our high school and many surrounding schools in town were in lockdown because of threats of violence at our very large high school.  My oldest son spent theContinue Reading

From Ash Wednesday to Palm Sunday, VT Maple Sugaring 2017

From Ash Wednesday to Palm Sunday, VT Maple Sugaring 2017

Our maple sugaring season here in Vermont tends to overlap some with Lent each year.  This year it happened to coincide perfectly.  We missed one run of sap in late February, our trees weren’t tapped as we had too many other things on our plate to get them in by then.  But by Ash WednesdayContinue Reading

Mom, the Pats Won the World Series

Mom, the Pats Won the World Series

Ummm and yes that was my title till my lovely husband corrected me.  Ha ha!  Properly humbled. Hi Mom, I thought it might be a good idea to write down some of the stuff we were talking about this morning.  Well the biggest thing of course is that the Patriots won the Super Bowl lastContinue Reading

Calm in the Storm…

Calm in the Storm…

Years and years ago I was 23, I lived on my own in a big old apartment with french doors that had skeleton keys and I worked three part time jobs to pay for the luxury of my very own personal space.  I ate ramin noodles and ice cream most days and learned to beContinue Reading

A Prayer for My Son, A Prayer for Our World…

A Prayer for My Son, A Prayer for Our World…

We have this little box with a sliding lid that we keep prayers for dinner in.  I made it years ago when the older kids were younger and we were just starting a tradition of saying a blessing before dinner.  Some of the prayers the kids made up over the years and others I collectedContinue Reading

Let It Be Enough ~ A Mom’s Prayer 2 Days Before Christmas

Let It Be Enough ~ A Mom’s Prayer 2 Days Before Christmas

I don’t know about you, but come this time of year, when everything is so busy and presents are bought though maybe not wrapped (I raise my hand here), I tend to second guess the gifts I’ve purchased for others and wonder if they are enough. As I sat by our wood stove this morningContinue Reading

I’m Amazing! or Searching for Simplicity in a Complex World.

I’m Amazing! or Searching for Simplicity in a Complex World.

Ha ha ha, no this is a HUMBLE brag 🙂  So my two littlest really needed some new snow boots this winter.  Even though they are not twins the 2 year old has caught up with his older brother who is 3 1/2 and they now wear the same size shoe.  Out at Marshall’s threeContinue Reading

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