So anyway, here's what I wore
Paisley cardigan: Talbot's (marked down drastically--otherwise way, way too expensive)
Denim skirt: consignment shop
Off-white opaque tights: Wal-Mart (I suspect this is considered a fashion no-no, unless you're a nurse...and it's 1950.)
Navy leather flats: Dexter, from a shoe outlet
Freshwater pearl necklace and earrings: gifts from my husband
|Detail on the sweet cardigan: beading!|
Blue trench coat: Kenneth Cole, from Sam's Wholesale Club (just under $10, I kid you not!)
After Mass, we ran into a dear old friend, the octogenarian nun who used to be the principal of the Catholic K-8 grade school that our five boys attended (until we decided to homeschool our youngest son from grades 3 to 8). We hadn't seen her in awhile, and she wanted to know how all the boys were doing. And at one point I said, "The only hard thing is that most of them live pretty far away," and suddenly I was choked up and on the verge of serious tears.
What that incident made me realize is that God gives each of us crosses, but they're all different--and He only gives us what he knows we can handle. I've often wondered why my life has been so incredibly blessed--why I haven't been asked to bear the really tough burdens that I see others carrying. Neither my husband nor I have ever been afflicted with cancer (unless you count a few basal cell carcinomas, which a friend of mine said are basically considered no more than skin "rust"), or with any other serious illnesses. Our children are all healthy, intelligent, gainfully employed, church-going, loving, and thriving. Our oldest son and his wife just welcomed their third precious daughter into the world. Why, I wonder, do others suffer so, when God seems to have given me a pass in the suffering department?
But when I felt myself losing it in front of Sister yesterday after Mass, it hit me: I miss having all of my children about me, and seeing them every day; and that, for now anyway, is my cross. It's a meager cross, compared to the weight borne by so many other people; but it's mine, and if I own it as God's will for me and bear it with grace and courage, then...well, it can only help me get where I want to go.
But in the meantime, how can I be anything but happy? I just returned from a two-week visit with my oldest son and his family. By tonight, I will be with sons #3, #4, and #5. And son #2, thankfully, lives just an hour away--and when I get back from VA, I'm going to go see him and give him the biggest bear hug of all time!
God is good, and I absolutely believe that He knows what's best for each of us. Even when we think we know better.
I must go now, the road beckons--but I hope you have an absolutely glorious Sunday! And don't forget to check out all the faith-filled fashionistas over at Fine Linen and Purple. ;)