God speaks to us in so many different ways. In my own life I have found that it is not only in the quiet moments, but often in the midst of the daily chaos !
As a family, we strive to go to daily Mass at least two days a week days. Most of my time these days is spent in the back of our older church building chasing my 18 month old around. There are stairs and he does not do stairs yet, so I am constantly preventing him from falling. This is along with picking up holy cards, lighthouse media cd’s, books, -whatever he can get his hands on and throw! Of course there are the Cheerios that he dumps then steps on before I can pick them up. Then, as I attempt to clean them up – he’s off again attempting those stairs or banging his head on the glass doors that echo loud into the area where Mass is being celebrated. It is a constant battle to protect him from danger and teach him right and wrong. Yesterday at Mass, in the midst of my chaos behind glass doors, I began reflecting on the fact that the way I care for my son is the way God cares for us. He uses people and circumstances to teach us right from wrong and yet we often still push our limits and stand at the edge of those stairs. Sometimes God allows us to fall to teach us a lesson, but He always picks us up in love and heals our wounds. We may “bang our head ” to get his attention or simply because it is fun to do, but He is always standing right next to us holding our hand and gently, but firmly pulling us away from the damage and danger. I may not have heard much of the homily yesterday, but God was teaching me in His own way how to reflect his parenthood!