WELCOME! Here is my not-terribly-eloquent attempt to grow closer to God via... blogging. Unfortunately for you, I'm not sure what that means either. I guess we'll find out!

I'm 30 years old, married to an IT Guy and a stay-at-home-mom to two spectacularly gorgeous children. While we attend Mass on Sunday mornings, I spend the entirety of the Eucharistic Prayer focused on making sure the baby uses her crayons on the bulletin, not the pew

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08/27/2010

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Elizabeth

Well. I have to assume that because of none of that stuff matters to ME, that because I think you are the MOST wonderful person, even without a fake groupon writing gig, without a perfect recipe, without a Mom Gold Medal, that God agrees with me, and he's at least as crazy about you as I am. Which is rather a lot.
But I am sorry you are feeling in a funk, and I do hope you start to feel the love from across the table.

lindsay

Wow. This might be one of favorite things you've ever written. Not even because I can relate; I just think it's great, honest writing. I was looking at your mighty maggie facebook page yesterday and and was sort of awed by what your blog/online presence and writing has become.

Sarah in Ottawa

I am sorry that you have been feeling so blue, Maggie, but am so thankful that you are feeling His love in the midst of all of it. And the fact that you are hopeful is one of the many things that are awesome about you.

You are loved by lots of people here, too.

Salome Ellen

I think this is where a lot of people miss it... God loves us because we ARE, not because we are worthy. And you ARE. You are a lot of good things, and a lot of bad things, and who can figure out how they balance? But all God cares about is that you ARE Maggie, and He loves you.

el-e-e

Oh, the last 3 paragraphs... wow. I like "Amused." I hardly ever think of Him that way, but wow, totally should.

ANNIE

I love that. I love that image of Jesus sitting across the table from you, there to visit and listen. There to love. It's true - that's what he does and I, too, view him in such a way. I feel like he is here with me to talk to, to visit with. And at times, even though he's there across the table, I feel as though he is out of reach. And what he wants for me (rather, the "me" that he wants for me to be) is out of reach. I feel like I fall short. I feel inadequate.

It's a daily struggle, I think, especially at this point in life. Just recently I was talking to the girl who cuts my hair about having young children. She has two (same ages as Chris and Jake) and was commenting on what my life must be like with a third. We were talking about how it's busy. How it's hard. And how it's (my words) "not particularly enjoyable, but about keeping your head above water and pushing through." When I heard myself say that, I thought, "no, Annie. That's not okay. That's not enough." And I didn't mean it to sound like life is so miserable right now that I just need to get through this stage. I love my life. Every day has laughter and joy, but every day also has a lot of struggles. A lot of challenges....most of which I don't live up to.

A friend of mine asked recently, "Does Mary Love Me?" She's struggling right now with some mom issues and is looking to understand what a mother's love is really about - she has no children of her own. This got us into a long conversation about Mary and Jesus and love and that ultimately YES they do love you. Not because you've done something particularly LOVEABLE but just because you ARE so.

And sometimes I think that's the hardest thing to understand. How despite all of our imperfections and inadequacies (especially the ones that we only perceive in ourselves) we are loved. And it's because we are loved that we can love. And really, that's enough - it's not even that it "has to be enough". It just is. It's enough.

Christina

Okay, how did you climb inside my head like that? Because I have been having so many of the same thoughts/feelings this past month. Funny how the angst doesn't end with our teen years, huh? :}
Thank you for sharing what God is saying to you... I needed to hear it too.

Renata C.

Maggie, people come out of the blue to read what you have to say, look forward to it every single day, are thrilled when there is a new post, laugh with you, get sad with you... I don't know what makes a writer but hey, you ARE a writer to me.
I came across your posts accidentally on Parenting.com and got hooked right away. Now I read whatever you want to write about, and enjoy it tremendously. I have yet to find a post that is "boring" or "stupid" or "pointless". Life at home with little kids can be frustrating. It's even more so when one (and by "one" I mean I) can't write... You have the gift. Believe it.
Hugs from a perfect stranger.

The Sojourner

All I can say to this is yes, I have been there, and He's met me there.

I could write a novel-length comment elaborating, but I won't.

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