We moved from Lent to Pascha and it was beautiful. This season seemed difficult and beautiful at the same time with lots of endings as well as beginnings.
I will never get tired of the truth of Christ being risen from the dead. Everything is contained in that truth, if we can enter into it but a little way!
Hoodie and I are godparents:) A young man who has been attending our parish joined the Church on Holy Saturday. What a joy! I loved meeting his parents and although they are from a different tradition, it was evident that they were fully supporting their son.
We have our final co-op class next Monday and I am finishing up some things at home with Jessie. Sam has his last finals at the community college the week after next and then that chapter will be closing.
I had started to be a bit sad that I did not feel that I had a place in our little community here. As an older mom it is a bit tricky. Many of my peers have children Gabriel and Sam's ages, but the moms with younger children are, well, younger. So I thought that I would reach out and connect in a way that made sense. Not that I have so much wisdom to offer, but I have learned many things about mothering through trial and error and lots and lots of prayer.
So this Friday I am hosting a group of moms in a discussion and study on building a healthy family rhythm. We will meet three times over the summer so that we can get ready for the next school year. I was surprised, frankly, at how many responded to the invitation. I am very excited about the gathering.
Gabriel is doing so very well in his corner of the world. He is a mature young adult who is taking full responsibility for his life. Every time I talk to him I am just amazed. So very grateful for all of God's mercy.
Love and prayers for a beautiful spring and remainder of the Paschal season to all of you!