After reading The Tyranny of "Mercy" this morning, I felt the need to say something, so I posted a little statement on facebook; however, I kept getting this feeling that I had more that needed to be written down, even if just for myself. Funny how God speaks to us.
I'd like to tell a little of our testimony, about what my husband and I went through, because as difficult as it was, it was worth it. You see, Cardinal Walter Kasper's (see above linked article) proposal about divorced and remarried Catholic couples and receiving the Eucharist got me thinking about how my husband and I were both married before and had fallen away from faith. We both came back to faith, married each other, and eventually came back (and into for the first time) the Catholic Church.
From the moment I became Catholic as a new convert, my husband and I knew, that to continue to receive the Eucharist we'd have to live as brother and sister until we could get annulments and our own marriage convalidated. And we did...for 19 months. According to a statement made by Cardinal Kasper, we are heroic.
“To live together as brother and sister? Of course I have high respect for those who are doing this, but it's a heroic act, and heroism is not for the average Christian.”
Heroic? Well, probably not. God's mercy? Absolutely! In fact, either one of us will tell you that God gave us this amazing strength through the whole thing. Perseverance to keep slogging away at all the paperwork, requests, and contacts we had to procure for the tribunal and the waiting, oh goodness, the waiting to hear back each time we submitted more information. Many times I cried wondering if God would grant us the gift of more children...ever. But I stopped crying one day when my oldest asked me why I was sniffling. I told him I wanted more children, so little 4-year-old David prayed and then said, "Don't worry Mommy, God said you'll have 2 girls." Don't you just love how God speaks through our littlest ones?
I knew we were following the path of Truth. I knew we were doing the right thing. God had given us that Prudence to take up our crosses and follow Him. And we were abundantly blessed in November of 2012 when we received convalidation at a beautiful Mass celebration.
I was also a little thrilled to get to wear a wedding dress again. What can I say, I'm a girl. ;)
Can't resist posting a pic of our handsome fellas from the event as well.
Cardinal Kasper suggests most of us are not meant to be heroic, but as average Christians my husband and I accomplished living as brother and sister, with God's help of course. Can we not do all things through Christ? The cardinal also discusses failed marriages as something that need be confessed. I agree, but the process the tribunal has a divorced person go through is so much more in-depth than confession, more cathartic, if you will. That process is what is truly needed to heal the wounds that so deeply affect all of us who have had that marital intimacy with someone and then tragically lost it.
It has been suggested that the Church be more welcoming of these divorced and remarried Catholics, but I am here to tell you that at no time in my conversion into the Church nor our wait for convalidation did I ever feel unwelcome. What I saw, was a loving parish community that wanted both my husband and me there so much that we had more people attend our convalidation than our initial wedding ceremony! If I felt anything, it was that feeling of a child who is eager to finish his schoolwork so that he may go outside and enjoy a beautiful, sunny day. I could see the joy and I very much wanted to be a part of it.
Do divorced and remarried couples need mercy? Of course, but not by extending the Eucharist to them when not in a state of grace. They need mercy so they can get to that state of grace because the road is long and we can grow weary. The parish at St. Cecilia Catholic church extended that mercy to us as did God. We sought Truth, found Prudence, and were given Mercy. And on that lovely day pictured above, we felt Peace, celebrated Love, and received long awaited Justice. And 10 months later we received our third blessing, a baby girl we named Hannah Rose. She is such a wonderful gift from our Lord and I look forward to many more blessings He may bestow upon us. ;)
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Friday, October 17, 2014
Oh how they've grown...
Feeling a bit nostalgic lately, and also in awe of how an itty, bitty baby can turn into a young boy, I decided to do a timeline comparison of the kids.
David birth vs today (6 ¾):
Joseph birth vs today (4 ¾):
Hannah birth vs today (almost 14 months)
Is it just me, or do they all look seriously alike? And those eyes! I'm locking them all up when they become teenagers. Here's some fun pictures of Hannah hopping on a hedgehog to do some reading.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
7 Quick Takes: Updating after a year off
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I abandoned my blog. Fact.
I used life as an excuse to not document, um...life.
Well, back to it, thanks to a little friendly push...shove. ;)
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David is 6 2/3 years old and the best origami folder this side of the Columbia!
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Joseph is 4 3/4 and always hangs upside down from everything he can. Love our little gymnast!
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And Hannah, at 13 months, isn't quite walking, but she is doing this:
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And this, because big brothers are fun to mimic:
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Catholic Women Rejoice conference was amazing today and I especially loved hanging with this girl:
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And 7QT's wouldn't be complete without baby goofy awesomeness, like stuffing toys in one's onesie:
Monday, September 23, 2013
Monday Fun
Three blonde kids. Three blonde kids.
See how they blur. See how they blur.
They all smiled for the camera phone,
When the dog bumped mom in her funny bone.
Did you ever see such a sight in your home,
As three blonde kids?
And some more cuteness:
Monday, September 16, 2013
School's cool, water daughter, and where's mom's hair?
School's Cool
Although the first 2 weeks of homeschooling went well, we've now run into "I don't wanna" syndrome. This was encountered while baby cried and toddler Joseph was asking a thousand questions, leading to mom nearly crying; that is, until I read the below quote on Jessica's blog which really helped. Thank goodness for other wonderful homeschooling moms!"Homeschooling is one of our responses to preserve all things Catholic. This is our cross. Let us not come down from such a privileged place. Yes it's hard! But it's a privileged place. And when you are privileged, it's gonna be hard...."
But we made it through today and the result was wonderful because David made some beautiful 5's and h's after all the protesting. The coloring is Joseph's handiwork...he loves to do school "just like David".
Every blog post needs a cute baby pic, so here is what I wish Hannah always did during school:
Water Daughter (Hannah's Baptism)
On Saturday morning we celebrated the wonderful baptism of our newest addition, Hannah Rose!
Hannah has the most faith-filled Godparents who are beloved friends of ours and she was one of my sponsors coming into the Catholic faith (I needed 2).
Where's Mom's Hair?
Oh, and how could I forget Bob. I chopped off most of my hair for Locks of Love. Joseph and Daddy like it, but David still thinks mom looks like someone else, "just some short-haired lady".
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Hannah Rose's arrival story
My 2nd homebirth experience:
Labor began with erratic, semi-painful contractions on a Wednesday morning, but the contractions were so irregular, I thought nothing of it. They skipped around every 10 minutes, 30 minutes, 5 minutes and I could definitely still function without anyone knowing I was having contractions. I was even able to fall asleep that evening (to my surprise) despite the contractions getting a bit more painful. I even went for a 2.5-mile walk in the morning and was able to walk through the contractions, so I had no idea this was the real deal.
By 4:40pm on Thursday I was frustrated not knowing if what I was experiencing was going anywhere, so I vacuumed the house which ramped up those contractions to a painful level and every 2 minutes. However, I still thought it was nothing...thought the contractions sped up due to activity. When I finished vacuuming (5pm), I sat quietly only to witness the contractions stay every 2 minutes and getting very painful. Called the midwife at 5:20pm and then promtly hopped in my bathtub for a few minutes while DH filled the birthing tub.
The midwife was stuck in traffic and was concerned I might birth before she arrived...almost! She made it at about 6:45pm and talked me through each contraction until they got so painful, she suggested I get out of the the birthing tub and use the bathroom. One contraction in the bathroom later, I hopped on the bed, had 2 more super painful contractions and felt the need to push. The next contraction was a push of baby girl's head and the contraction after that was her body! 7:27pm she emerged at 8 pounds, 10 ounces and 20 inches long. Phew!
And the best part? My phone rang right as I was pushing, prompting my husband and my 2 boys to come in and get my phone (they had been praying a rosary for me to be out of pain and baby to come quickly), so my little dudes missed all the painful stuff and got to see their baby sister just as she popped out! My oldest even cut the umbilical cord! He was so proud! Seems as though God answered their prayers and I am so happy He did. :)
Even better? Oh yes! After I birthed the placenta, the midwife examined it only to find the image of a rose on the membrane! A rosary miracle rose for our little Hannah Rose!
Labor began with erratic, semi-painful contractions on a Wednesday morning, but the contractions were so irregular, I thought nothing of it. They skipped around every 10 minutes, 30 minutes, 5 minutes and I could definitely still function without anyone knowing I was having contractions. I was even able to fall asleep that evening (to my surprise) despite the contractions getting a bit more painful. I even went for a 2.5-mile walk in the morning and was able to walk through the contractions, so I had no idea this was the real deal.
By 4:40pm on Thursday I was frustrated not knowing if what I was experiencing was going anywhere, so I vacuumed the house which ramped up those contractions to a painful level and every 2 minutes. However, I still thought it was nothing...thought the contractions sped up due to activity. When I finished vacuuming (5pm), I sat quietly only to witness the contractions stay every 2 minutes and getting very painful. Called the midwife at 5:20pm and then promtly hopped in my bathtub for a few minutes while DH filled the birthing tub.
The midwife was stuck in traffic and was concerned I might birth before she arrived...almost! She made it at about 6:45pm and talked me through each contraction until they got so painful, she suggested I get out of the the birthing tub and use the bathroom. One contraction in the bathroom later, I hopped on the bed, had 2 more super painful contractions and felt the need to push. The next contraction was a push of baby girl's head and the contraction after that was her body! 7:27pm she emerged at 8 pounds, 10 ounces and 20 inches long. Phew!
And the best part? My phone rang right as I was pushing, prompting my husband and my 2 boys to come in and get my phone (they had been praying a rosary for me to be out of pain and baby to come quickly), so my little dudes missed all the painful stuff and got to see their baby sister just as she popped out! My oldest even cut the umbilical cord! He was so proud! Seems as though God answered their prayers and I am so happy He did. :)
Even better? Oh yes! After I birthed the placenta, the midwife examined it only to find the image of a rose on the membrane! A rosary miracle rose for our little Hannah Rose!
Meet Hannah Rose:
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