Saturday, March 16, 2013

Soul-Stirring


If there's any time of year when my heart grows and my soul stirs, it's now. If you're anywhere in Arkansas, look out of your window. It's right now.

It's when I can see the buds forming on the naked oak trees and the jonquils that dot cow pastures turn their heads toward the sun. When I can finally unlock the back door and free my children from the confines of the living room. I let them put their hands in the dirt and their bottoms on the swings.

Carrying no coincidence, this time of year sets my heart on fire in faith, as well. We are smack dab in the middle of Lent and making our way toward Holy Week. I'd imagine when people look at the time of Christ's days in the desert and his eventual death, they remember a time of sadness. A time when the people of the world - people just like us - crucified our Lord.

It's a time when our hearts are heavy, but it's also a glorious, amazing moment. The exact moment when He died on the cross was the exact moment He proved just how much He loves all of us - no matter what. No matter whether we were among the throng that was shouting for his death and not at all expecting his resurrection.

Last night, the Hope Catholic Youth Ministry (for which my dear husband and I are youth directors) served as hosts for our church's Stations of the Cross. Six teenagers stood before the congregation and retold the story of Jesus's journey. They told us how His amazing example can be used daily in our own lives.

How he got up and tried again and again, though He continued to fall. How Simon helped carry the cross, even though he was afraid. How Veronica wiped His face without being asked. How Jesus Christ stood up for what He knew was right, even when it wasn't the most popular thing to do.

My soul lifted when I watched the youth read these words and feel these words. It was inspiring and I can't tell you how proud I was. I looked at each of their faces during the musical intercession of "How He Loves Us" and I saw it in them. I saw them deep in prayer, talking with Jesus Christ, and letting their hearts burn for Him.

This is my favorite time of year. A time when we remember that life renews. That fresh, green, and bright returns after dead, cold, and silent.

That the ultimate sacrifice was made so that we may live.

Thanks so much to my CYM for helping me see that year after year. Also, thanks for being awesome! I mean, who else can get their priest to take such an incredible jumping photo:


Have a happy weekend, y'all! Soon the Bauer boys and I will be off to the Jonquil Festival in Historic Washington and actually get out and revel in this gorgeous spring day. Maybe I'll see you there, but if not, expect pictures soon. :)

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