"The glory of God is man fully alive," wrote Irenaeus. I've heard this line many, many times but it never really struck the chord that it did today.
This morning as I prayed with L, I asked for the graces to live out my vocation, to embrace the crosses of mundanity and sacrifices of my time. I prayed to no longer view my role of a stay at home mom as a loss of self, but rather as a progression to the fullness of who I am intended to be.
For sometime I have felt like I am treading water, occasionally enveloped by a wave. It's time to move past that and live a life that brings glory to God. It's time to act on the nudge I've been feeling and call the local nursing home and see if they need a volunteer visitor and her adorable baby. It's time to allow myself to really celebrate that when my husband heard the line, "Long as you got me you won't need nobody" in a song he thought of me, instead of worrying about making him happy. (I am making him happy!) It's time to start identifying the demons who are attacking me and tell them, in the Name of Christ, to get the hell out of my house. (Literally.) It's time to get up. To wake up.
Because, I think the message I got today is that I have the life I want, I'm just not living it.
Fr. Blake's Sunday sermon, which inspired me to write this post, can be found here.