The Unprofitable Servant: Log, Meet Eye

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Log, Meet Eye

I have a most wonderful mother. If I were to list all that she does for me, I'd run out breath before the list was complete. She's a very selfless and devoted person. However, at the time in my life when I needed her most, she wanted no part of me. It's why I'm so thrilled that Rebecca loves to be around me and why it's so important for me to be there for her.I sometimes wonder if I would have taken some of the wrong turns I did had I gotten a little bit of direction.

I have been thinking about this a bit lately as my youngest grows in years and wisdom. I feel she is cut from a different cloth than most girls her age and I want to do all I can to foster the goodness and holiness that I see in her. I sometimes wonder why I took the path I did and it's difficult not to think what direction I might have taken had I gotten a little guidance when I most needed it.

On the other hand, I think if I had done all the right things with Caitlin, she might be on a different path right now than the experimental route she has chosen to take. So who am I to question my mother?

Log, meet eye.

It is a wonder of God's love that He would give me this child and the opportunity to get things right. My life went where it did and now it's time to help my children get theirs where they need to be. It would be easy to blame my mother for the bad choices I made as a teenager but the truth is that I am responsible for those choices and while my mother might have been able to save me from some of the pits into which I fell, there is only so much any parent can do. And yet as parents, we're compelled to do all we can.

In a way, God has given me a second chance. Sometimes I feel like He's saying: "You didn't exactly get it right for yourself, so I have given you this child so you can figure out for yourself what you should have done, without blaming anyone else for your failures."

In a way, He gave my mother a second chance, too. Grandchildren, as one comedian used to joke, are God's way of letting grandparents earn their way into Heaven. I don't know of a more devoted one than she is.

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PatriciaNovember 10, 2011 at 2:33 PM
Hi Joyce,
Don't be too hard on yourself..most of us did some really dumb stuff when we were young. While going through my parents' things, after they passed away, I came across letters I had written from college, and I couldn't believe what an arrogant, know it all jerk I sounded like. Yet, my mom had lovingly kept those letters.

With my own son, I do believe that my husband and I "did everything right" as far as possible. Yet, our son rejected all of it, and chose his own path. One just never knows.

Rebecca truly sounds exceptional, and I know you have a part in that, but I think kids also choose their own way, in spite of how they are parented. Some kids get no attention and terrible examples, and yet are great kids. Go figure!

I found this article through Teresa's blog, and you might find it interesting. The amount of comments alone shows how many have shared similar struggles. A good read!

http://www.elizabethfoss.com/reallearning/2011/11/what-im-never-going-to-tell-you.html

Hope you are feeling better! Thanks so much for the prayers for my mom : ) Bless you!

Love,
Patricia
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TLWNovember 10, 2011 at 5:36 PM
Thank you Patricia, you are absolutely right. Children find their own path sometimes, regardless of our efforts. I don't think I have anything to do with Rebecca's holiness but I have a responsibility to try to preserve and enhance it. That's the way I look at it. I will take a look at that link, thank you!
Love and prayers
Joyce
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Mary ChristineNovember 10, 2011 at 7:36 PM
I think it is wonderful that you have such a holy daughter. I am certain that you have had a lot to do with that. Although parents can never take either all the credit or blame, you certainly can take some credit here - and enjoy the blessing she is in your life.

Thanks for coming by today. I appreciate it. I miss you too!
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MannyNovember 11, 2011 at 11:23 PM
Wonderful blog Joyce. Don't forget your son; he seems like a wonderful young man. Prayers for your older daughter. It took me into my forties to suddenly see the light. There is always hope.
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Ever glorious and blessed Mary, Queen of Virgins, Mother of Mercy, hope and comfort of dejected and desolate souls, through that sword of sorrow which pierced thy tender heart whilst thine only Son, Christ Jesus, our Lord, suffered death and ignominy on the cross; through that filial tenderness and pure love He had for thee, grieving in thy grief, whilst from His cross He recommended thee to the care and protection of His beloved disciple, St. John, take pity, I beseech thee, on my poverty and necessities; have compassion on my anxieties and cares; assist and comfort me in all my infirmities and miseries, of every kind whatsoever. Thou art the Mother of Mercies, the sweet comforter and only refuge of the needy and the orphan, of the desolate and afflicted. Cast, therefore, an eye of pity on a miserable, forlorn child of Eve, and hear my prayer; for since, in just punishment of my sins, I find myself encompassed by a multitude of evils, and oppressed with much anguish of spirit, wither can I fly for more secure shelter, O amiable Mother of my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, than under the wings of thy maternal protection? Attend, therefore, I beseech thee, with an ear of pity and compassion, to my humble and earnest request. I ask it, through the bowels of mercy of thy dear Son; Through that love and condescension wherewith He embraced our nature, when, in compliance with the divine Will, thou gavest thy consent, and whom, after the expiration of nine months thou didst bring forth from the chaste enclosure of thy womb, to visit the world, and bless it with His presence. I ask it, through that anguish of mind wherewith thy beloved Son, our dear Saviour, was overwhelmed on the Mount of Olives, when He besought His eternal Father to remove from Him, if possible, the bitter chalice of His future passion. I ask it, through the threefold repetition of His prayers in the garden, whence afterwards, with dolorous steps and mournful tears, thou didst accompany Him to the doleful theatre of His death and sufferings. I ask it, through the welts and bruises of His virginal flesh, occasioned by the cords and whips wherewith He was bound and scourged, when stripped of His seamless garment, for which His executioners afterwards cast lots. I ask it, through the scoffs and ignominies by which He was insulted; the false accusations and unjust sentence by which He was condemned to death, and which He bore with heavenly patience. I ask it, through His bitter tears and bloody sweat; His silence and resignation; His sadness and grief of heart. I ask it, through the blood which trickled from His royal and Sacred Head, when struck with the sceptre of a reed and pierced with His crown of thorns. I ask it, through the excruciating torments He suffered, when His hands and feet were fastened with gross nails to the tree of the cross. I ask it, through His vehement thirst, and bitter potion of vinegar and gall. I ask it, through His dereliction on the cross when He exclaimed, "My God! my God! why hast Thou forsaken me?" I ask it, through His mercy extended to the good thief, and through His recommending His precious soul and spirit into the hands of His eternal Father before He expired, saying, "It is consummated." I ask it, through the blood mixed with water, which issued from His Sacred Side when pierced with a lance, and whence a flood of grace and mercy has flowed to us. I ask it, through His immaculate life, bitter passion and ignominious death on the cross, at which nature itself was thrown into convulsions, by the bursting of rocks, rending of the veil of the Temple, the earthquake, and the darkness of the sun and moon. I ask it, through His descent into hell, where He confronted the Saints of the old law with His presence, and led the captivity captive. I ask it, through His glorious victory over death, when He arose again to life on the third day, and through the joy which His appearance for forty days after gave thee, His blessed Mother, His Apostles, and the rest of His Disciples; when in thine and their presence He miraculously ascended into heaven. I ask it, through the grace of the Holy Spirit, infused into the hearts of His Disciples, when He descended upon them in the form of fiery tongues, and by which they were inspired with zeal in the conversion of the world, when they went to preach the gospel. I ask it, through the awful appearance of thy Son, at the last dreadful day, when He shall come to judge the living and the dead, and the world, by fire. I ask it, through the compassion He bore thee in His life, and the unspeakable joy thou didst feel at thine assumption into heaven, where thou art eternally absorbed in the sweet contemplation of His divine perfections. O glorious and ever blessed Virgin! comfort the heart of thy supplicant, by obtaining for me, (Mention your prayer intention here...) And as I am persuaded my Divine Saviour doth honour thee as His beloved Mother, to whom He refuses nothing, because thou asketh nothing contrary to His honour, so let me speedily experience the efficacy of thy powerful intercession, according to the tenderness of thy maternal affection, and His filial loving heart, who mercifully granteth the requests and complieth with the desires of those that love and fear Him. Wherefore, O most blessed Virgin, beside the object of my present petition, and whatever else I may stand in need of, obtain for me also of thy dear Son, our Lord and our God, a lively faith, firm hope, perfect charity, true contrition of heart, unfeigned tears of compunction, sincere confession, condign satisfaction, abstinence from sin, love of God and my neighbour, contempt of the world, patience to suffer affronts and ignominies, nay, even, if necessary, an opprobrious death itself, for love of thy Son, our Saviour Jesus Christ. Obtain likewise for me, O sacred Mother of God, perseverance in good works, performance of good resolutions, mortification of self-will, a pious conversation through life, and, at my last moments, strong and sincere repentance, accompanied by such a lively and attentive presence of mind, as may enable me to receive the last Sacrament of the Church worthily, and die in thy friendship and favour. Lastly, obtain through thy Son, I beseech thee, for the souls of my parents, brethren, relatives and benefactors, both living and dead, life everlasting, from the only Giver of every good and perfect gift, the Lord God Almighty, to Whom be all power now and forever. Amen.

Prayer of St. Bonaventure

Pierce, O most sweet Lord Jesus, my inmost soul with the most joyous and healthful wound of Thy love, and with true, calm and most holy apostolic charity, that my soul may ever languish and melt with entire love and longing for Thee, may yearn for Thee and for thy courts, may long to be dissolved and to be with Thee.
Grant that my soul may hunger after Thee, the Bread of Angels, the refreshment of holy souls, our daily and super substantial bread, having all sweetness and savor and every delightful taste.
May my heart ever hunger after and feed upon Thee, Whom the angels desire to look upon, and may my inmost soul be filled with the sweetness of Thy savor; may it ever thirst for Thee, the fountain of life, the fountain of wisdom and knowledge, the fountain of eternal light, the torrent of pleasure, the fullness of the house of God;
may it ever compass Thee, seek Thee, find Thee, run to Thee, come up to Thee, meditate on Thee, speak of Thee, and do all for the praise and glory of Thy name, with humility and discretion, with love and delight, with ease and affection, with perseverance to the end; and be Thou alone ever my hope, my entire confidence, my riches, my delight, my pleasure, my joy, my rest and tranquility, my peace, my sweetness, my food, my refreshment, my refuge, my help, my wisdom, my portion, my possession, my treasure; in Whom may my mind and my heart be ever fixed and firm and rooted immovably. Amen.

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Thursday, November 10, 2011

Log, Meet Eye

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