Outside my window...it is cold and gloomy. But that is highly appropriate considering what week it is. The weather seems to be aware that Our Lord will be suffering his passion and death this week.
I am thinking...about other Holy Weeks in other years. If I have learned nothing else in all my years it is to savor every moment with my children and now grandchildren.
A am thankful for...the Catholic faith that infuses my life.
From the kitchen...the bread machine is doing its job, there is a large hunk of meat in the crockpot for barbecue later on, and there is ground meat thawing to make shepherd's pie with. Everything has to run like a well oiled machine this week.
I am wearing....long johns and a flannel nightshirt.
I am going...to spend the day immersed in the duties related to my state in life. I would like this week to epitomize the Lenten sacrifice.
I am reading...The Complete G K Chesterton.
I am hoping...that Kim had a quiet night with a sick Savannah and an 8 week-old infant.
I am hearing...Layn discussing his wardrobe with his Auntie Mate, Melissa in the kitchen doing up the breakfast dishees, and the washer cranking out its first load of clean laundry for the week.
Around the house...love, togetherness, and industry prevail.
One of my favorite things...hearing the sounds of Matthew video chatting with the various members of the family for most of the evening yesterday.
A few plans for the rest of the week...contemplation on the Passion of Christ and the gift of his Resurrection.
Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you...