Lord, Hear Our Prayer

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The internet is a formidable force for bringing the comfort and consolation and hope of the Lord to all of us. It can be an incredibily powerful medium for community. There is an unfathomable resource for prayer here. We have on the 'net the privilege of praying for people and of being witness to the miracles brought forth when fervent, faith-filled people pray for one another.

Let's be that community of hope and faith for one another.

How about this idea? What if I pop in here every weekend, share Sunday's gospel and talk a wee bit about how we can live it and pray it in our homes? And then you tell me how we can pray for you that week? Deal?

{And please, do return and let us know how prayer is bearing fruit.}

Gospel 

Mark 8:27-35

Jesus and his disciples set out
for the villages of Caesarea Philippi.
Along the way he asked his disciples,
"Who do people say that I am?"
They said in reply,
"John the Baptist, others Elijah,
still others one of the prophets."
And he asked them,
"But who do you say that I am?"
Peter said to him in reply,
"You are the Christ."
Then he warned them not to tell anyone about him.

He began to teach them
that the Son of Man must suffer greatly
and be rejected by the elders, the chief priests, and the scribes,
and be killed, and rise after three days.
He spoke this openly.
Then Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him.
At this he turned around and, looking at his disciples,
rebuked Peter and said, "Get behind me, Satan.
You are thinking not as God does, but as human beings do."

He summoned the crowd with his disciples and said to them,
"Whoever wishes to come after me must deny himself,
take up his cross, and follow me.
For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it,
but whoever loses his life for my sake
and that of the gospel will save it."

Think
What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family.
  ~Blessed Teresa of Calcutta
Pray
"Dearest Lord, may I see you today and every day in the person of your sick, and whilst nursing minister to you.  Though you hide yourself behind the unattractive disguise of the irritable, the exacting, the unreasonable, may I still recognize you and say: ‘Jesus, my patient, how sweet it is to serve you.’  Lord, give me this seeing faith, then my work will never be monotonous.  I will ever find joy in humoring the fancies and gratifying the wishes of all poor sufferers.  O beloved sick, how doubly dear you are to me, when you personify Christ; and what a privilege is mine to be allowed to tend you.  Sweetest Lord, make me appreciative of the dignity of my high vocation, and its many responsibilities.  Never permit me to disgrace it by giving way to coldness, unkindness, or impatience.  And, O God, while you are Jesus, my patient, deign also to be to me a patient Jesus, bearing with my faults, looking only to my intention, which is to love and serve you in the person of each of your sick.  Lord, increase my faith, bless my efforts and work, now and for evermore.  (Daily prayer of Mother Teresa of Calcutta) 
Act
Mothers and fathers every day have an opportunity to lay down our lives for each other and for our children. We find our irritable, our exacting, our unreasonable and our sick--not in the streets of Calcutta--but in the halls of our own homes. These children God gave especially to us? They are the path He wants us to follow to heaven. In order to follow Him, we have to recognize that our primary vocation is to be good spouses and good parents. It's easy to be distracted, to think that there are bigger and better blessings (and crosses) to scurry after, but we have to be focused. There is no doubt that these children are entrusted to us alone. We are called uniquely to be the parents in our families. That is the only ministry that is ours alone. These are turbulent times. We all want to work for peace. As mothers, our first steps towards world peace is to create peace in our homes. Then, we step out into the world with our children to work for justice. In doing so, we guard our souls and the souls entrusted to us and we begin to change the world and claim the peace of Christ. This is serious business. There is no doubt that we must lay down our lives for those God has given to us  (family and then neighbor), lest we lose our lives forever. 

The One Where Napa Valley Wins my Heart

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On our first day in California, we touched down at the San Francisco airport. We'd left home in the dark before dawn and flown across the country. Upon arrival, I checked my trusty iPhone to see if my children missed me yet and discovered that my phone, too, had gone along with the plan to spend the week in California. Everything had shifted to the new time zone. I had arrived. And it was still early in the morning. I've always wanted to gain three hours in a day.

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Before I left, I'd set up a very private Instagram account for just my children and three friends. It was really the only social media/phone/computer I used all week. And I'm so glad I did it. Instagram was a very convenient way to take pictures, tag them with locations, and stay in touch with the people I loved. One of the friends was Beka, who lives in northern California. She was able to follow our journey in real time and offer so very many useful suggestions along the way. It was a deliberate and well-considered decision to leave the fancy Nikon at home. I didn't want to get so caught up in the perfect shot that it got in the way of the perfect moment. And I really didn't want to have to protect and carry my camera everywhere. So, the net photo result is "Northern California in Lo-Fi."

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After landing, we drove the short distance across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. There, we had lunch at a charming waterfront restaurant called Scoma's. Lunch was delicious and the service wonderful--and sometime in that restaurant, I really started to believe I was on the trip of a lifetime. All the anxiety (and there was so very much of it) ebbed away into that bay. 

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{view from our table in Sausalito}

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From Sausalito, we drove to Napa. Initially, as we approached Napa, I was disappointed. Everything seemed so brown. Dusty brown hills. I even dared to speak aloud that Virginia was far more beautiful. As we drove further into wine country, the color deepened a bit and somehow the brown hills became a lovely green. Not a Virginia green, not at all, but a different gray-green, beautiful in its own right. I had hoped to conquer jetlag and keep chugging along until bedtime, but by the time we got to the hotel, I was truly grateful for the suggestion of a nap.

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Our evening began with a reception in the hotel lobby. Wine, veggies and dip, and some lovely black swans welcomed us to Napa Valley. We had dinner that night at a restaurant called Fish Story. I promise not to bore you with the details of every meal, but this meal was worth noting. Amazing. I had trout with figs and hazelnuts on a bed of greens. I cannot do it justice (clearly, I'm no food critic). I assure you though, I'm on a mission to replicate that recipe. Our server was so nice and I quickly learned that everyone we met had a story; all the stories were love stories. The people of Napa Valley truly love where they work and live. We got to know several of them. I was sorry to say goodbye.

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We went to three wineries the next day. Each one had its own distinct character. The first was a large winery whose wine is readily available in east coast supermarkets. We took a skytram up to the winery, where we had an automated tour. The views were breathtaking--literally. I was just plain astonished by how beautiful it all was. And I thought to myself how silly my comments of the day before sounded now. On the way down in the tram I remarked to Mike that the tour was just exactly what I'd hoped it would be. I had seen a lot and learned a lot and tasted a bit, too. He remarked that the views were exceptional, but that he had hoped for a more personal perspective than the one offered by the automated tours. He also commented about the odd lack of bugs and birds. Turned out his comments were the perfect segue to the next place.

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Beka had suggested Grgich Hills Estate, a small biodynamic and organic farm and winery. Oh, I'm so glad we took her suggestion! At Grgich, we were treated to a personal tour given by a very knowledgeable and enthusiastic woman named Nicky. She introduced us to "Mike" Grgich, the 89-year-old Croatian immigrant who put Napa wines on the map by beating the best of the best in a 1976 Paris tasting. Mike Grgich was the youngest of eleven children who left Yugoslavia with wine knowledge, a love of freedom, and $39.00 in the soles of his shoe. And he has created a dream come true in Napa Valley.

When I expressed an interest in biodynamic farming and mentioned Rudolf Steiner, Nicky's eyes lit up.  Grgich Hills Estate uses biodynamic farming practices pioneered by Steiner. They sound a little crazy, but they produce amazing fruit! My Mike is ever the skeptic when I get too crunchy, but he enthusiastically conceded that this was some amazing wine. And he promptly invested in a plan to ensure we'd remember our time at Grgich with wine for... I don't know...ever?

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We went to a third tasting that day, but I think perhaps I've gone on long enough and that place deserves a post of its own.

needle & thREAD

needle and thREAD

 

Hello, there! And good morning:-). I'm slowly sinking back into east coast time. Actually, who am I kidding? East coast time has been hitting me over the head for three days now! I am determined to seize the autumn rhythm for everything it's worth. I'm trying to conquer the calendar crazies with plenty of prayer. Amanda Soule called those crazies "the September shuffle." I appreciate her peaceful optimism.

There were just a few brisk weather moments a couple days ago, enough to make me think of 3/4 sleeves and fun flannels.I love 3/4 sleeves for little girls (and for myself). That style keeps the hems of our sleeves out of the messes of the day. Karoline hasn't left my side since I walked through the door, so she got first dibs on a new fall flannel. She chose a Sandi Henderson pink floral* from the stash and I set about tracing the Class Picnic Blouse pattern. In honor of her coming birthday, I bumped her up a size from her usual Oliver + S size. She lost a front tooth while I was gone, too. Oh, how they grow...

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I truly dislike tracing patterns. I keep trying to persuade myself to just enjoy the process. Whatever. Now it's finished.

And I pinned and cut yesterday, too. Today, I'll sew. 

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Wasn't it fun to take a peek at Ginny and Jonny's sewing project last week? I'm so grateful to them for sharing here. I ended up ordering the book they're using to make their quilt, Patchwork Style--I've got an idea for a group quilting project and I think the quilt-as-you-go method might work for it.  And I'm reading Last Minute Patchwork and Quilted Gifts. The good folks at Mary's Shelter are going to host a craft fair on November 10 and I'd like to join them there. Quilts? Bags? I'm really not feeling confident to have craft fair items...

Does autumn call you into your sewing space? Are you thinking flannel pjs or cozy quilts? Or are you embroidering? Pulling a needle with thread through lovely fabric to make life more beautiful somehow? Would you share with us just a single photo (or more) and a brief description of what you're up to? Will you tell us about what you're reading, also? Would you talk sewing and books with us? I'd love that so much.

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*a click to Sandi Henderson's blog to provide that link has me praying for her today. You, too?

Him

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Twenty-five years ago he had a proposal that sounded so impossible I could scarcely envsion it. He had plans and dreams and ideas that were a world I'd never even imagined. But I said yes. 

Because I trusted him.

And, together, we brought those dreams to life and we dreamed new dreams.

Together.

Looking back over a quarter century of chances taken, every single time, I was afraid. Every single time, I could not begin to fathom that all would be well. But I said yes.

Because I trusted him.

And now, as I look at the tapestry of our lives woven together, I see the thread running bold and bright throughout. 

Trust.

I knew that he loved me intensely and forever, that I was safe with him. I knew that he was true. Real. Genuine. 

Not perfect.

But honest. 

And when he said he was giving me his whole life. He meant it.

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Nothing held back. Nothing hidden. 

I took his hand. I looked at the leap we were taking.

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I knew there would be curves in the road.

What? Where?

I had no idea.

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But I knew--I was sure--that this was the man I wanted to lead me. This was the heart I trusted with mine. This was real. 

So I said yes.

I say it again every day.

And I always will.