Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Everyday Life: All Day Long

"It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare.

All day long we are in some degree helping each other to one or other of these destinations. 

It is in light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with awe and circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics.

There are no ordinary people. 

You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations -- these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat ... Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbour is the holiest object presented to your senses."

C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

I read this gem of thought by C.S. Lewis early this morning after four days of comforting a snuggly yet extra cranky and angry toddler sick with a stomach bug ... after days of cleaning up more bodily fluids than I care to list, after doing more loads of laundry than I care to count, after being held hostage on the couch or in bed more hours than I care to remember by the poor little sick {extremely crabby} youngest of the family.

By last night, I was feeling more than just done; I was feeling burnt out -- like I didn't have an ounce of patience or compassion or snuggling left in my body. And as he screamed for me to come back to him and snuggle him on the couch, yelling angrily, I simply could not muster up a loving response. Instead I snapped at him to stop screaming at mommy ... which made him burst into tears. 

Thankfully, despite the snowstorm raging outside, John arrived home earlier than normal and relieved me of mothering, giving me a chance to regroup and recharge. 

In a super gift of grace this morning after being refreshed sleep, God gave me time to spend in His word and reflecting on what it means to love others the way Jesus loved us and why it's so important when my oldest dressed himself and went outside to play in the snow at the same time the in-recovery child put himself back to bed.

The truth, the perspective was enough to fill my cup so that I can pour back out again.

Which is a good thing.

Because the oldest just went down with the same thing.

So I remember: "All day long we are in some degree helping each other to one or other of these destinations. "

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  1. Love these thoughts - and the quote on listening you posted on FB. So much food for thought. I like the idea of helping people in one direction or the other all day - with every interaction. It is a more genuine thought to me than setting aside time for "sharing" ... and (as with so many things) our kids confirm the value of this thought. Over time we treat them as well as we can (and apologize sincerely when we blow it) as we lead them along their path. Most things we deal with as we raise them aren't directly "spiritual" - yet EVERYTHING is spiritual at the same time. I want to be that person that is always patient and kind....whether I'm dealing with ding-bat delivery people or my own kids. It's a high calling. And - oh - I remember those caged up sick days...So glad you found the source to refuel...hugs.

  2. Perfect timing. I am home with a sick husband, a teething infant, and a high-energy toddler today. At this moment all three are asleep and I am thanking God for this brief moment of much-needed refueling and the little coincidences that cause lives to overlap at just the right times. Soaking in your words as I breathe deep and prepare for them all to wake up.

  3. Oh, stomach bug nurse duty while pregnant. Oh, oh, oh. I am praying for you!


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