Welcome to How to Live the Little Way. A weekly post here at The Littlest Way where I gather all the ordinary things that happen or are happening in my day to day. Things like what I’m reading or listening to, eating, cleaning, and learning. These are the small moments that make up my blessed daily life and I want to remember them. My prompts may change depending on season and circumstance.
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Thanking God for…
::the life of my grandma
::my cousin calling to let me know my grandma’s condition
::getting to my grandma in time
::seeing my brother and his family
::my sister’s priest offering 2 Masses for my grandma and having the entire Church kneel down and pray for her
::although a sad time, a funny road trip with my sister
::Veronica asking me to get her for the funeral
::Chris and my children allowing me the time to step away last week to just be a grandchild
I am praying for the soul of my grandma and my grandpa who died three years ago. I am also praying prayers of thanksgiving for all the time I had with them and for their influence in my life.
I am pondering people who lie and deceive. I have a pretty low tolerance for BS (if I may use that term) and now it’s almost non-existent. If I can’t trust you, what is there? Oh and by the way, I know. I can just normally “Bobble head” my way through it.
The washing machine.
The One Year Bible – Catholic: NLT
This is my “quantity” Bible to make sure I get the Word inside me each and every day.
Catholic Journaling Bible
This is my study Bible.
I’m happy to hear so many of you benefitted from my Catholic Bible Journaling Comparision post.
Around the House…
I have this intense desire to purge incredibly ruthlessly. I know in part this is grief. I also know it’s a result of sitting in my grandma’s house looking around at stuff that now someone has to make decisions about.
In the Kitchen…
This past week I just ate whatever, whenever. Time to start thinking about food as nourishment and not just something to grab.
This week it looks like loads of grace easing back into a busy life. I ate terribly and slept even worse all last week–one night only a couple of hours with my head on my grandma’s bed and my body contorted in a lawn chair, so this week is about catching back up.
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The Littlest Way
A Daybook post from one year ago. Sadly the ring I’m wearing in the picture broke.
Two years ago I was spending the month writing Bible Verses About Patience.
Three years ago I was writing about the Bible as well, this time about memorizing scripture.
Four years ago I wrote a telling post about How to Spot Bravery.
Our Domestic Church…
Today is the Feast of St. Teresa of Avila. Wednesday is the Feast of St. Margaret Mary Alacoque who spread devotion to the Sacred Heart. And Thursday is the Feast of St. Luke.
I told my sister to take a picture of me in front of my grandma’s house. As soon as I sat down on the steps I started bawling my face off…again…for like the 2357th time in three days. My sister started snapping anyway. I’m kind of glad she did.
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Since I heard of my grandma's condition late Monday night and sat with her until her last breath Tuesday night, I have cried my face off every single day. Friday afternoon I said my last good-bye to my grandma. ⠀ ⠀ I couldn't bear to walk away from her casket at the funeral home so Veronica @blue.e.y.e.d.girl helped me count to three and then step away.⠀ ⠀ Grace Fern Jones was a plain, simple, hard working woman of her word. She and my grandpa filled the large and painful gaps in my childhood; they were my safety and my stability. My sister @takingthyme and I spent six weeks every summer and a week right after Christmas with her and my grandpa every year.⠀ ⠀ She taught me how to clean chickens (against my wishes), play cards and dominoes, light fire crackers under old coffee cans, and watch General Hospital while snapping green beans.⠀ ⠀ I didn't see her as much as I wanted. Busy schedules and a house full of kids made it tricky, especially if any one of us sniffled or sneezed, I'd always err on the side of caution. The last few years were made even harder by her Alzheimers. Because of it, even my phone calls became less frequent.⠀ ⠀ My home is decorated in her and my grandpa. An old window from their farm hangs in my dinning room. On top of my bookshelves sits a large collage of photos of the farm, an old coffee percolator turned into a lamp that used to sit on their desk, old blue canning jars from the cellar, and an crock sits around the collage. A large basket in the living room over flows with lap quilts she and my grandpa made, our beds are covered in quilts they made and my linen closet in filled with even more quilts. On my bedroom wall hang two large double wedding ring quilt pieces my grandma gave me that were made by my great grandma. On display in my front yard is an old, rusty set of wagon wheels from the farm and in my backyard and old stock pen has been a jungle gym for my children. And of course my lovey made a few years ago by my friend out of a couple of old pillow cases from my grandma's farm.⠀ ⠀ My grandma remained my constant, my safety, and my stability. In your charity, please pray for the repose of her soul and my broken heart.