tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902332526058821592.post5035989371347126865..comments2023-07-19T04:26:33.427-07:00Comments on letlovebesincere: The Place that I have Come to Fear the MostUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902332526058821592.post-61099495129829562532013-08-30T19:12:46.150-07:002013-08-30T19:12:46.150-07:00Yeah at some point you almost have to learn how to...Yeah at some point you almost have to learn how to will yourself to detach from those horrible stories. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to rejoice in the good because the bad would weigh me down so much. And then you still feel guilty about it because people are suffering while you're laughing or playing with your kids. I pray Hail Marys all the time because random but very specific and clear images will pop up in my head that RIGHT NOW a child is being abused or a woman raped or the car coming towards us may just veer into our lane or whatever. The only thing I can do is pray and just entrust it all to her. Or say the name of Jesus and give it to Him. I have to remember that He and the eternal picture are so much bigger.<br /><br />Sometimes I think that a *little* bit of that dire scenario stuff is "mom training." I have a very specific memory of John Paul as a newborn baby and carrying him down the stairs and thinking about what would happen if I dropped him down the stairs. It sounds like a crazy thing and I'm sure some people would see that as a sign that I needed help or had PPD or whatever but you know what? It made me hold him tightly and walk super carefully down the stairs so that he would be safe. I think mom instincts kick in that make you see the world differently and you see the things that could hurt your baby and so you make adjustments and are more careful. Same thing with driving. I drive so much more carefully and realize how dangerous it really is now that I have little people with me. So maybe part of it is a good and natural thing when it's kept in check. If any of that even makes sense...Mary @ Better Than Edenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05409924891343767874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902332526058821592.post-17228256715380553552013-08-28T14:55:06.203-07:002013-08-28T14:55:06.203-07:00Gosh, "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus" works all t...Gosh, "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus" works all the time...that and St Michael the ARchangel. And Adoration...staying close to the Sacraments. Fear is from you know who. <br /><br />Jamie Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17678469484585027738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902332526058821592.post-71092091911463950912013-08-28T12:25:32.335-07:002013-08-28T12:25:32.335-07:00Oh, man, for me it is big, long bridges . . . I HA...Oh, man, for me it is big, long bridges . . . I HATE going over the Bay Bridge with the boys in the car . . . if we went over the bridge, how would I get them out of their car seats, etc and to land without drowning! Now that two out of three of my kiddos are swimmers, I do not worry about this as much. But, I would pray continually, while going over that bridge with the boys!<br /><br />I often say that I am willing to undergo any trial. I really do not care if I am totured, etc (if that is God's will) but I do not desire it BUT, I am not sure I could handle watching my boys go through that! It is an amazing and incredible love that God gives a mother for her children. And I think our fears are there to remind us that (1) we are not in control and (2) PRAY. How perfect that you write this post on the Feast of St Augustine, who's mother prayed for him fiercely!Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11571439982499787798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902332526058821592.post-73255089549224294302013-08-28T12:04:24.047-07:002013-08-28T12:04:24.047-07:00I was scared to read this, but I am so glad I did....I was scared to read this, but I am so glad I did. The fears I feel and the love I feel are so FIERCE it scares me. Take it to prayer? Ok.Jenna@CallHerHappyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05587606918705423050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902332526058821592.post-44819933703964317282013-08-28T08:06:24.967-07:002013-08-28T08:06:24.967-07:00serenity prayer:)
and letting go and letting God...serenity prayer:) <br /><br />and letting go and letting God Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09561187611952737419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902332526058821592.post-20911731041996383932013-08-28T07:48:24.887-07:002013-08-28T07:48:24.887-07:00Exactly. Once I learned that I would only get the...Exactly. Once I learned that I would only get the graces I need, I worried a lot less. Also, I stopped watching the news and scary tv shows/movies. Colleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11451797365712728579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902332526058821592.post-51948130238703917142013-08-28T07:02:47.984-07:002013-08-28T07:02:47.984-07:00I use the prayer to St. Michael a great deal as a ...I use the prayer to St. Michael a great deal as a mom. I also love a simple Hail Mary or the Memorare. Bonniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01805401564651493025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902332526058821592.post-52396749023225936372013-08-28T07:01:21.388-07:002013-08-28T07:01:21.388-07:00"Parenting is some crazy shiznatch isn’t it? ..."Parenting is some crazy shiznatch isn’t it? To love with such intensity you are one step away from a nervous breakdown at all times. "<br /><br />Oh, yeah, this is eloquent and perfect!<br /><br />Thank you for posting this. I look forward to the replies!<br />Tiennehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13315891571577431883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902332526058821592.post-13467507801477847812013-08-28T06:11:07.036-07:002013-08-28T06:11:07.036-07:00The reality is building trust in God is the only a...The reality is building trust in God is the only antidote. God won't give you grace you don't need, so right now you don't need the grace to get through the loss of a child, surviving a violent act, your husband leaving you, etc. Why would he give you that grace? You don't need it!<br /><br />Most of the time I just ask God for the grace to trust that he loves my kids more than I do and that He'll give them whatever they need if and when they'll need it. I also don't gorge on bad news stories. It makes me grumpy and I want to be a light in this darkness.Barbara Frymanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14314675308924356976noreply@blogger.com