Back to blogging basics for me. The reason I began blogging a year and a half ago was because I needed a creative outlet in my life. I lost sight of that somewhere along the way and I let it translate to “burden” in my head. I’m going back to basics because I need to keep creativity in my life.
The burden came when I kept trying to analyze my life for my blog instead of … uh, living.
|My eyes were too big for my stomach|
Acceptable basics: God, family, food, water, shelter.
This weekend God made Himself clear through a whispering wind. My (not-feeling-well-because-this-year’s-cold/flu-is-a-beeyatch-and-sticks-around-for-three-weeks) beau and I spent an entire day doing NOTHING like a pair of 5-year-olds.
Sloth? Maybe, but we also shook off all of the poop that we allow our daily lives to accumulate. We prayed, we napped, we watched TV shows we haven’t seen since the 90s, consequently giggled and shook our heads at 90s humor (Did I do that?), and READ BOOKS. It was a much-needed, extremely lazy Saturday. God helped us get our individual inner-children back into the picture.
I spent Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and Easter Sunday with my wonderful family at the beach. Hmmm maybe I didn’t really need a lazy Saturday, after all. We goofed around, pretended we were all younger again, and walked on the beach. It was another back-to-basics weekend and perfectly timed to help me focus on God’s great sacrifice and Jesus’ resurrection.
|My dad is always the photographer. YTBDITWWW|
During our lazy Saturday, my beau and I made THE MOST DELICIOUS lasagna that has ever existed. God had something to do with that, as well.
|Mid-construction. Those are lasagna genius hands.|
|Email me, I’ll send you a piece.|
Christ in the Eucharist is the Lamb of God. Food that prevents us from hungering for eternity. His blood is the drink that saves us and quenches our thirst forever. Music, sometimes, can be like water for our soul, relieving a spiritual dry spell or a least cutting a path to God so that He may work in us. One of my very talented (I have two of ’em) sisters is a fantastic singer. She gives me chills and when I hear her, I’m transported back to a time when I would watch her determined face grab her way across the monkey bars, four feet off the ground, swinging her three foot body with every successful move forward.
This Sunday, I was the proud sister again as she quenched a Mass-full of worshipers with her beautiful voice as a cantor. I’m so grateful to God for giving her a talent that will always be a witness for others.
|Give me this view, anyday|