Perhaps like many of us, I’ve been posting from my lack for a couple of years. (When / should my life busy up more, I am hopefully of an age now when I won’t leave Him behind like a friend who always understands / loves me anyway.)
Fortunately, or perhaps also inevitably after a long struggle in too many ways, small things make me happy.
Yes, birds. I happened upon a courting session (not the first –crows are deviously romantic!) between two tiny Carolina wrens. I do believe they’ve decided on their home-to-be-this-Spring.
And.. at night with the trees still barely starting to leaf out, the line of amber porch lights of the house across the river reflect in the rippling water below as if they are flickering Tiki lamps. So peaceful and yet a seeming little promise of fun.
Down around the bend from them is a house whose lights shine through the thousands of bare-ish limbs and for some reason leave me thinking, “Ah, Bethlehem.” I’m glad they do.
Up the river there’s a house buried behind many other river-reachy limbs, so its own side porch lights seem as those of a county fair at night.
Bigger things make me happy, too.
I woke up thinking of Jesus as my friend. I can spend the day with Him, if I wish. Now, how shall this happen for an old Catholic girl who started out in Latin Mass when neither priest nor God wanted anything to do with sinners?
Oh, indeed — that is how it seemed for too long. This is why I say some writing Jesuits saved my life. They saved my religion. Truly. I am indebted to them forever (truly forever)!
They, and a greater plunging into the heart of Vatican II, yes. You may hear some Catholic folks speaking against that Conciliar *madness* and even of Pope Francis as if he were some charlatan. Pull their ears for me!
The Lord doesn’t just love us in His God way. He has made Himself accessible to all in the here and now, in the everyday. He couldn’t help but do so. He Who formed Carolina wrens (and me) all but says, “Hey, you — spend your day with Me.”
And today, I will.
You, too, I hope.