Weekly mishmash: Holy Week edition


Cathedral of the Madeleine, Salt Lake City, Utah

We are wrapping up Lenten-tide 2016 and I feel like I really did not live up to my intentions this year for having an introspective, soul-searching season.  I have done better.  I did not give up sweets, coffee, or Netflix.  I intended to read scripture, say the rosary daily, and try to “offer up” all my daily frustrations, anxieties, and defeats.  Most days, however, due to…well…life….that didn’t happen.  So, I have arrived at the Easter Triduum feeling less refreshed, less penitent, and less ready for the joy of Easter than I could be.

Palm Sunday put me in a good attitude for Holy Week.  Littles and hubby and I went south to Utah for the weekend and ended up attending mass at the gorgeous Cathedral of the Madeleine in Salt Lake City.  After being somewhat stunned into a Modernist-Sixties-Angular coma by our 1969 “Our Lady of the Ski Jump” home church, we were awed and humbled by the lovely neo-medieval cathedral.  The symbolism!  The artwork! The stained glass!  The organ!  The choir!  The kids were too busy looking at all the splendor to misbehave during the 2-hour-long liturgy.  It was a lovely way to begin the week.

I have also been trying to pray a decade of the rosary each day with the kids.  We pray it aloud and talk about the Sorrowful Mysteries.  It’s not much, but it is something.  My kids also really like doing the Resurrection Eggs.  It’s  a fun little activity that brings the message of Holy Week and Easter into a language that kids can understand.  It would be easy enough to make these on your own.  Check out Mandi’s DIY Resurrection Eggs printables at Life Your Way.

Wednesday marked the 17th anniversary of my father’s death; the day always puts me in a pensive mood.  I miss him more now than I did a decade or so ago.  I always find myself thinking, “What would Dad say to that?”  “How would Dad respond in this situation?”  “What would Dad be doing now if he were still alive?”  A lot of what-ifs?  I am sad that he was never able to meet my husband or my children…I know he would have loved them.  My Dad really liked babies and little kids.  I wish definitely I could have had more time with him and I feel lucky that I was able to have as much time with him as I did.

Tomorrow I am trying to get up the gumption to take all four kids to the Children’s Stations of the Cross at church.  Hubby is going to be busy moving trees at the Ranch (a.k.a. our yard).  More on that later!

Easter blessings to all and to all a good night!