Pause for a prayer or two

Oh there’s so much I want to write about here. Trooper’s improvements over the year…. our Advent decorations…. Littlest’s first tooth…. but tonight those things fell into the background when I read the news that the Lenaburgs need our prayers.

Mary and Jerry and their son Jonathan have been caring for their Courtney for 22 years.  Courtney’s time with them can “now be measured in days.” Mary’s blog has been a real inspiration for me these past four or five years as I’ve followed her stories of the ups and downs, the joys, light, sorrows, and glories of being a special needs mom.

Courtney took a turn for the worse around September, not long after her 22nd birthday.  Her parents hosted a big bash for the birthday and asked all the blog readers and Facebook followers to send a card.  Rascal and Princess complied and ever since we’ve been keeping them in our prayers before school.

Won’t you please join us now as we keep vigil with them as their dear girl prepares to pass to Heaven?

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Rest in Peace

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“Daniel” went to his Heavenly home recently.

More than likely he died in the adult mental institution where he’s been for the past two years. Possibly in a “laying room,” the same four walls around him day in, day out. Very little interaction.

It’s not his fault. It’s not really even his country’s fault. They were under the Soviet thumb for so long, and their own recovery has not been the easiest. In fact, they’re being invaded again.

How could they possibly have the medical care for their neediest that, say, we do here in the US?

And we? Why do we stand by and let the little ones languish in institutions if we had the means, ability, and love to help them?

And what do we do in our own country to help our neediest? Our disabled? The ones born “different.”

Do we offer them a smile?

Do we encourage them to be the best they can be?

Or do we suggest that their parents have a moral imperative to abort them?

To terminate their lives while their very hearts are beating? For what? That they will be spared a life that’s different–or that we will be spared having to “deal” with them.

The latter, me thinks.

While we as a culture entertain such thoughts, we enlightened wealthy Westerners, no finger of blame can we point at anyone for Daniel living and dying bedridden, age 7, unable to walk on his own or even raise his head.

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For Daniel’s sake. For the sake of all of them.

Give them a chance to really live.

Rest in peace, my Ukrainian sweetheart. I prayed for you every day. I rejoice you are now at peace and rest, whole and well at last.

{Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real}

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Well, the first week of the new school year is now behind us. As first weeks go it was definitely one of our better ones, although there was a bit of wailing and gnashing of teeth from time to time at the thought of all the work that needed to be done. And then the kids joined in. 😉 No, it wasn’t that bad. Princess did comment that her first grade coursework was definitely longer than her kindergarten one. The one most pleased with course advancement is Trooper, surprising as it may seem. He’s hovering between two grade levels and likes the higher one more. With patience and luck and a good dose of grace I’m hoping to test him fully into the higher grade maybe even by Christmas. He’s in a good spot right now and I want to take advantage of it. 🙂

But meanwhile, it was back to the books, even if it means you’re reading to your little sister. 🙂 

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It’s still summer, though, and last Friday Haus Meister brought me home a treat:

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I’ve made 7.5 pints of Ginger Peach Tea Jam already, then gave a bag to one of my good friends around here, and plan to try and make jam out of the ones in my refrigerator this weekend. Yes, we have also eaten some. These peaches are one of the best things about summer in the Deep South. 

(Pretty Happy)

Going back to the school topic, I’m once again juggling the household/homeschool routine and sometimes during this week, frankly, folding the laundry has had to wait until later in the day or early in the morning. I’ve been folding in the basement family room lately, and sometimes I have company.

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The Mischief Squad at Rest.

Miss M is definitely into tea parties right now. I think she’s hosted more than either of her older sisters. She might host more as her articulation improves, because right now she indicates another tea party session is at hand by demanding: “Come down sit a pahty.” Given that her “party” sounds a lot like “potty,” I myself have often mistaken her meaning. Dear thing.

(Pretty funny)

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Speaking of Miss M, she has a birthday fast approaching. Warning: pictures to-be-posted promise pink profusion.

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Now for some news that I cannot believe I haven’t mentioned yet. As most of you know our Old Haus has been on the market for eleven months after our previous renters moved onto a larger house. We had two potential buyers back down because of financing as they were trying to get the offer made to begin with, and one offer we refused because he was rather unreasonable. He wanted us to modernize the place and pay his closing costs, while offering us under our asking price. Among his requests were that we completely update the plumbing pipes (not that it needed it) and move the water heater to an entirely new and awkward location. Sayonara! And after this the summer doldrums set in and no one looked at the house for a couple of weeks.

So I tried the novena to Our Lady Undoer of Knots.

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A week later Haus Meister gets a text from a family friend who knew that we would be open to renting the house and knew of two potential tenants who might be interested. An option that we had almost given up hope about suddenly became reality. I prayed the novena in late July. August 3rd a one-year rental agreement was signed and they moved in August 4th. 

I’m keeping that novena card.

(Pretty REAL)

Day of Prayer for Peace

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Most holy and immaculate Virgin, Mother of Jesus and our loving Mother, being his Mother, you shared in his universal kingship. The prophets and angels proclaimed him King of peace. With loving fervor in our hearts we salute and honor you as Queen of peace.

We pray that your intercession may protect us and all people from hated and discord, and direct our hearts into the ways of peace and justice which your Son taught and exemplified. We ask your maternal care for our Holy Father who works to reconcile the nations in peace. We seek your guidance for our President and other leaders as they strive for world peace.

Glorious Queen of peace, grant us peace in our hearts, harmony in our families and concord throughout the world. Immaculate Mother, as patroness of our beloved country, watch over us and protect us with your motherly love. Amen.