Our Sunday evening is coming to a quiet, calm close tonight.
GG is up readying his work shirts for the week, dapper man.
The boys are still buzzing a bit, but at least from their beds in a darkened room, darling gents.
MG has taken to her crib and is already visiting dreamland, sweet angel.
We've had the best kind of weekend--one with few commitments and a schedule free for play and boy adventure. We capped the night with a family band to two of our recent fave tunes. MG was on tambourine, M was on drums, T was on small piano, and J was on shaker. GG and I played harmonica, tambourine, maraca, drums, etc.--whatever was lacking at the moment. It was a grand way to finish off the weekend.
Among the fruit we're seeing in our world is a real surge in the participation and interest in the life of our parish. This is incredible to witness! Christ is being proclaimed and sought after. Can you imagine that in a Catholic parish? It is really awesome. The ministries are booming; Bible studies and moms' groups and dads' gatherings are springing up all over the place. The church held a retreat on the Eucharist the other weekend... It is all glorious and wonderful to be a part of. We are excited, to say the least. God is good.
GG and I are hoping to take some of that momentum tonight to work on a new set of talks for Engaged Encounter. To say we've been dragging our feet writing these is an understatement. We. have. to. light. the. fire! A November deadline is looming and we have a LOT to do. But my question is--when do we reach the end of our rope and say "we simply can't do it?" We may be getting there. Just maybe.
With that, I will sign off for the evening.
God bless you and yours,