…those places or events in life where the dividing line between the holy and the ordinary is very thin… to the point that the ordinary becomes holy and the holy becomes ordinary…
I got his definition from Roy Donkin’s blog. I have been feeling like everywhere around me is a thin place of late, as if the Lord wants me to hear something He is saying and I just need to really listen and it will be so loud and clear there is no way I can mistake what He is saying to me. I’ve read of thin places. It’s an Irish thing I believe and I don’t want to lose the “thin place “ feel before I hear what God has to say. Why am I so aware, what am I supposed to discern Lord?
We have been studying Job at home. YOH! Job was extreme in his faith, he feared the Lord. and the talk makes us so more open and it’s good I love the fellowship. Within the family it’s just so rich 😀 mmm maybe that’s why the places are so ‘thin’…
Here is a catch-up blog post. I am actually supposed to be studying. Did I mention that I have exams in 3 weeks such as Prolog programming which I have not even touched! 6 exams and I have read at most 2 chapters.
Any-hoo… A lot has been happening since early December. Mom came over YAY! She had to get a hysterectomy! NAY! She had fibroids the size of cricket balls which were distorting her abdomen and giving her immense pain. It was scary. So I was designated chauffeur. Am I so glad I have Alto now. (Alto is my car). Actually clocked 3500km in one month! Ouch! The operation went well and made me realise I could get them too as they may be hereditary. Please Lord not before my dozen babies or so 😀 She sailed through and is actually back at home and doing well. So much energy now, praise the Lord, Jehovah Rapha the Lord our healer.
And Del-del was here! With blonde hair and she’s a school prefect to boot. She loved lighting all our advent candles! Mom helped us with all our cakes, the icing and all and they came out well if I should say so myself, which I do.
Doug came with his wife Eve! So I finally met my brother’s wife! She is sweet, hopefully, can light a fire under that man LOL. Then they all left and Kudzi came. Christmas was laid back, sang for schola, had lunch and vegetated for New years! Chiedza was here and we puzzled forever! It’s a 3000 piecer and no end in sight. The puzzle is called ‘Breath of life’ and is a depiction of the Garden of Eden with Adam alone in the centre contemplating
Cooking is so grand when I’m not too lazy and definitely healthier for my waistline And so that’s the quick catch-up 😀
Yes and Windows Live-writer works. It makes putting in pics so much easier.
I was just reading posts on Facebook and I came across one that was interesting. As single young catholics, we are encouraged to discern our vocation, our purpose in life and God’s will. YAY… if only it was as easy as writing this post. I tell you now it is not. Anyway I am leaning towards my vocation being married life and all. There was a time I was scared it was religious life. Scared you ask? Thing is it was scary thinking about the commitment required, the sacrifice, the obstacles. But after some Theology of the Body I am actually OK with it. I have actually explored it and now I am at peace in that today I feel God’s call to me to be a wife and mother, if tomorrow that call changes I will be happy with it and say servium for it will be God’s will. I live to serve Him as best as I can in my current space and all to His greater glory.
What does that have to do with me wanting a Joseph? To get the right man whom I may marry and fulfil the vocation of marriage with, I have to know to recognise said right man, and what the ‘right man ‘ is. I don’t believe that there is only ONE right man out there for me and that only by cosmic fate will we meet and have a grand life and 12 babies. I give God more credit than that. God knows the right man for me at any particular time and according to His will we will meet and marry, so any man ordained so by God will be right for me. So I ask “God, tell me of this man so when he finds me I will recognize him” and today I got an answer. A Joseph. No, I don’t mean I have had a vision of him or anything, his name will not necessarily be Joseph, although it is a strong and dependable name. I digress. But he will be a man with the characteristics of Joseph the husband of Mary.
By all rights, Mary should have been stoned to death. Honestly, a girl pregnant out of wedlock in those times was beyond the height of shame, hey these guys threw out their blind and lame for to them disability was an affliction of the highest order from God because of grave sin. Pregnancy out of wedlock meant adultery, adultery meant death. But did Joseph get her stoned? No he was agonizing on how to divorce Mary quietly so that she would be spared death. That is either a man in love or a ‘just’ man. How would getting her killed better the world?
I see him as a man who was in despair wondering what to do and then the angel came to him. Oh boy must he have been relieved! But what strikes me more is he ran to obey the will of God. Mary was pregnant before he had gone to take her as his bride. Betrothal was a binding marriage contract only broken by divorce. It was an unconsummated marriage if you will. So people probably speculated and frowned upon them for ‘having gotten pregnant’ before the final marriage bit, but he did not care. He obeyed God. He sought to protect Mary before she was fully his, he sought to protect her.
He offered her kindness and love and cared for her and the baby, he was her defender. Even when they were to flee to Egypt after Jesus birth, he did so leaving country, family and friends. He sacrificed all. And later on to Nazareth as well. A man who listened to God to defend and protect his family. A most chaste spouse. One who reared Jesus in a holy family. Who taught his son the trade of being a carpenter, one who was worthy to be called father by Jesus. A just man. A man who took his family to worship and followed the law. A man of faith, obedient to whatever God asked of him without knowing the outcome, a very godly man who had a great belief and trust in God.
Ahhh the stuff of romance novels is our Joseph 😀
So yeah I want a Joseph, with a dash of Joshua, Jacob, Caleb thrown in for good measure. A mighty man of God. A just man.
Now I’m off to go try and be a Mary so Joseph can find me!
Home was grand I had so much fun! I saw gran, ma, Del-del, Evee, and everyone.
The trip took forever because the bus DIED, the Greyhound just started boiling and here we are in the middle of nowhere about 65km from Masvingo that means at least 4 hours till we get home and the BUS BREAKS DOWN. Aaarrrgghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! I only got home at about 23:30hrs after hitch-hiking in a truck because I had gotten tired of waiting! The bus’s schedule was that it was to arrive in Harare after 12. That never happens but 3pm is a happy compromise, right? HA did not happen!
Anyway got home saw mom, went to bed woke up early to unpack all my gifts. Such fun the sweets disappeared just like that! got into my new summer dress went and got my hair plaited; not the fiasco I had with the lady and guy who gave me chemical burn with the relaxer at Northgate grr. If it wasn’t for my neighbour who lifted me out of the doldrums just by helping me with my groceries home and by just being her, I would have finished committing mass homicide in my head on all the hairdressers in that salon. I digress. Anyway my neighbour is gone, she moved before I could bake for her 🙁 boo hoo she seemed so nice. The joys of apartment living. I digress again. As I was getting my hair plaited we got to talking about marriage; funny how that topic seems to keep coming up and then the girl who was doing my nails wants to hook me up with her cousin of sorts so he comes in and wants to check me out… ooo if I was white I would have turned beet it was so embarrassing anyway he gives me his number, he is Catholic, though a bit on the older side. And they make me leave mine behind. Wonder if he will call because I don’t call guys… mmm.
I visited my former workplace and saw former colleagues which kinda cool. I gave my aunts the gifts I had gotten them. The next day my grandma and more aunts arrived it was grand. I seem top have matured a bit more in their esteem yay! and Gogo (gran) was ecstatic over her blanket and shoes and the doek (head scarf thing) which I got her!!! Saturday I spent mostly at home and went and dance steps i.e the dance routines for the bridal party coz the grooms-men were absent for practice, went home and lazed with ma.
On Sunday got up went to church in my new African outfit, head covered of course. It was a blast meeting everyone, sang in the choir, ah how I miss Sonah sometimes… saw Taf in his ‘deacon’ clothes which my mom and half the neighbourhood think is satanic. Can’t blame them he ain’t a deacon and he wears black flowing robes. Then he comes over to my house chats a bit and asks where I have been all his life..mmm. And I go home prepare lunch and stuff for the mothers that’s gogo and my mum and her sisters. I drove over to my cousin’s place do the bride’s maids and brides make-up change into my other new African attire drive like a maniac back home because my mom is freaking out for she baked the cake and it has to go to the venue and I have her car.
We get to the wedding and finishing putting on my contacts and shoes and make-up in the bathroom, go greet everyone and take photos for mom and dance steps which I learnt the day before because they were a grooms-man short! I help collect gifts and write them down, snap the band on my shoe go home with my feet killing me and give the shoes to Del-del. All in all a good weekend!
I did learn something though, the family you marry into matters!!!! ‘nuf said!
I had a fabulous birthday! Thank you Lord for all the years you have added to my life! I have been abundantly blessed, the Almighty has done great things for me! and Holy is His name!
Also learnt of a new Saint on my bday!…
Over 50 Facebook bday msgs :O. I didn’t go to work – taxi strike! I got new music from dass! And cake of course!
St. Raymond Nonnatus
Feastday: August 31
Raymond was born at Portella, Catalonia, Spain. He was delivered by caesarean operation when his mother died in childbirth. Hence his name non natus (not born). He joined the Mercedarians under St. Peter Nolasco at Barcelona. He succeeded Peter as chief ransomer and went to Algeria to ransom slaves. He remained as hostage for several slaves when his money ran out and was sentenced to be impaled when the governor learned that he had converted several Mohammedans. He escaped the death sentence because of the ransom he would bring, but was forced to run the gauntlet. He was then tortured for continuing his evangelizing activities but was ransomed eight months later by Peter Nolasco. On his return to Barcelona in 1239, he was appointed Cardinal by Pope Gregory IX, but died at Cardona a short distance from Barcelona the next year while on the way to Rome. He was canonized in 1657. He is the patron saint of expectant mothers and midwives because of the nature of his own birth. Although his mother died in labor, Raymond miraculously survived the ordeal. His feast day is August 31. (got from http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=314 )
…besides a having a blue and ivory wedding… and after I have kids…. I want a house with a schoolroom. Why? coz I intend on homeschooling… it’s always been on my mind but I get more and more convicted of it. The reasons are too wide and varied bit I come closer and closer to the fact that this is what I desire.Aand not just to be counter culture of course… although that is always a pro with me 😀