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I Can See Clearly Now

I gotta admit:  I've been a little down this past week.  Dear Husband has been gone a lot this summer, working out of the country.  I'm REALLY thankful he has a job, but being a single parent to five teens is hard.  One parent often acts as a buffer for the other, and I haven't had that for awhile.  The kids and I are all sort of sick of each other at this point.

I had to leave a job I really, really loved, and had to help a dear friend move two states away.  School is starting up, and I'm feeling melancholy - September is the "new year" for me, and I'm sad that I'm not going back to school this year.

Not only do we have a huge gloppy oil mess in the Gulf, but we have one right here in West Michigan now.

Our culture seems to be hell-bent on re-arranging the most basic social mores, and I don't see much to make me feel good about this. 

When I knelt down at Mass this weekend, it was with a heavy heart and frantic mind.  I just wanted.....I don't know what I wanted.  But God did.

During Communion, I was watching all the people go by.  There was an elderly woman who could barely walk.  She clutched each pew as she wobbled by. 

And then, there was just this stream of people whom I realized could choose to be just about anywhere, but they were here, in church, with Christ.  It was a warm, clear summer night in Michigan, thirty miles from the Big Lake, and twenty minutes from the second largest city in the state, with boundless amusements.  Yet, here were old people, teens, toddlers and everyone else, with Christ.

It was just a moment, but a moment that I needed:  realizing that every day, people around me made a choice for goodness and God.  It was just glimpse of the sun and the Son, but a moment that will sustain me this week.  As Psalm 121 exults:  I lift up my eyes to the hills. Where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.

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