Starting Again.

I looked at this blog today and was shocked that I haven't posted anything since MAY! I really don't want this blog to die, even if no one even reads it. I felt like this could become something special if only to remind myself where I am on my faith journey. I stopped posting mainly because I didn't know where to go. I talked about my journey through the RCIA program and how it felt the first time I took the Eucharist, but what to talk about after that,... I didn't know which direction I wanted to turn. I could talk about my husband's journey and how amazing it was to watch his eyes and heart open like a rose budding when he discovered how incredible a walk with Christ could be. I could talk about watching my week-old baby being baptized and how I promised right there to make sure he grew up loving the church as much as I do. But,.. although it sounds selfish,.. this is about me. This is about my faith and me sharing my faith with ... whomever. So I will try to be better about this because it is very important to me and I hope it means something to whomever reads it.

I had a meeting with our priest yesterday; just a friendly "get to know you" chat. I talked about some questions that have been on my mind about moral vs. religion, heaven, natural healing and the church's laws. Father Moore is an awesome teacher and a kindred spirit. He is knowledgeable like a professor, but approachable like a friend. I always liked my professors at the University of St. Thomas, but they were sometimes a bit intimidating to have a relaxed conversation with and as a parishioner, I need someone I can feel at home with.

I told Father Moore that I have the hardest time with remembering to talk to God. I remember when I eat (sometimes) and when I say Braxton's nite nite prayers with him (he started signing himself, too cute), but in my day to day activities, I easily forget to pray. He suggested that I start my mornings off with a morning offering prayer. As soon as I wake up, he said I should pray and let God know that I'm dedicating the days activities to Him. (I forgot this morning ... typical... but I'm going to keep trying). He also gave me a book of daily meditations to help me find my focus and put it where it belongs. I hope that I can center myself back to the cross where my heart belongs and I thank God for being patient while He waits for me to remember to talk to Him.