There is a very intricate design that is all over the room, when God's "peaceful wings, unfurled" condescend to men of low estate. I see the swirlees and the continuation of this wondrous and luxurious design that is certainly and definitely a wing of some sort or another. It is beautiful and mysterious and comforting and very visible to me, though not to anybody else. I don't see Mrs. Day, but she steps out of the wings sometimes and comforts me with inaudible reasonings of the why's of the task of mothering.
She held me gently by the hand this morning, and walked me through the slough of unbelief that is often my pre-Christmas condition.
I never really see her. I just sense her gentle feminine sympathy with my anxieties. She had no daughters, but she has much to show for her diligence in a heavenly estate. Do you want their names written in heaven? she catechized me back. Yes, maam. Well the molding of their character series is one thing the perserverance of maternal prayers on their account is an entirely nother thing.
We are called to labor in prayer and in example of love and focus on the eternal, when their eyes can only see and feel the tangible. If you frame their thinking in God's Word and Catechism, God will solidify their faith by the Holy Spirit. Dominion is given to the Church and we war against the principalities and powers in heavenly places. Everybody needs a tutor in some subject or another. The load is very heavy with the number of children and dear ones that you have. Cast the cares on Jesus, but don't-Don't-DON'T Give up!
I just love the pep talks I get from that victorious woman of faith.
Lord, give me grace to do, just that! In Jesus' Name and for all of the mother's whose load seems heavy over the holidays, grant strength to stand and point to Jesus. AMEN.
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