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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The Sojourner

Maybe this is going to be the entirely wrong thing to say, but...sometimes, at least for me, the sitting is DOING something, something which is intensely hard to the point of impossibility. Running around like a crazy person going to Mass at 6:30 a.m. and praying the rosary and doing the Total Consecration...those are all Things That I Do, and so God loves me, or something. It is the hardest thing in the world to get to the place where I can do nothing but lie facedown on the rough carpet of the chapel and cry, and the fact that I feel him get down next to me and just lie there holding my hand...it's the strangest, most unfathomable thing that's ever happened and I don't know what to do with it. I don't know how I'm supposed to respond when I swear at him and he says "I love you."

That's all. Just some random stream-of-consciousness attempt at sympathy from another Doer of Things.

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