
At the close of last night, the last night of October I was looking up at that big harvest moon in the dark sky.
For some reason the works of Mercy came to mind. Maybe because I had thought about the hotdogs my friend Lisa handed out to some hungry trick-or-treaters. (Give food to the hungry) It lead me to think about how I as a mother am called on to live these works of Mercy every day in my home and life. To be honest, thinking of these works of mercy is actually an answer to prayer. Because lately I have been exhausted by my life. Exhausted by all that needs to be done and exhausted by the needs themselves. I think God wanted me to see with a different perspective why those needs are actually bigger than what they seem to be. Kind of like that big glowing moon in the dark sky.
Feed the hungry : planning, buying and preparing 3 meals a day and snacks.
Give drink to the thirsty : how many sippy cups do you fill a day?
Clothe the naked : this includes collecting, washing, drying, folding and putting away the naked people's clothes
Shelter the homeless : and try to keep that home clean and organized
Visit the sick : especially late at night..to clean up puke or sit in a steamy bathroom, keep vigil over a fever or just hold and rock and rock and rock.
Visit those in prison: prisons of misunderstandings and loneliness count too
Bury the dead : dead arguments, wrongs and mistreatment
Convert the sinner: me included
Instruct the ignorant: explaining over and over and over why why why
Counsel the doubtful: Trust me I do have a little more experience than you. Learn from my mistakes
Comfort the sorrowful: Hurts of the flesh and hurts of the spirit ....wounds that are so hard to heal...
Bear wrongs patiently: "No its really ok you worried me so sick about you"...."I'm sorry you don't like the dinner I prepared you...""Sure I wont embarrass you in front of your friends"
Forgive injuries: Pray for the living and the dead: always my life line I don't know what I would do without prayer.
See why I am exhausted? It seems like such a tall order as soon as my feet hit the floor every morning. But every act counts for something. Whether we feel like it does or not.
Every act an action of Mercy.
A good friend's facebook update this week:
"if life were easy heaven would be a tough act to follow"
Words that remind me to embrace this life and keep up the fight.
Then at Mass today, remembering all my family and friends that have passed yet still with me renewed my hope again that I am being prayed for even as I feel I am failing. I am being lifted up. A light in a dark sky.
God Bless you all and Happy All Souls Day...