🔥here, I will document any pre-writing, pre-musing before peering into the soul of my daughter.. to be updated as needed. watch dates, watch images, they’ll change. :)
Súscipe, sancte Pater, omnípotens ætérne Deus..
Therefore I prayed, and prudence was given me; I pleaded and the spirit of Wisdom came to me. I preferred her to scepter and throne, and deemed riches nothing in comparison with her. Nor did I liken any priceless gem to her; because all gold, in view of her, is a little sand, and before her, silver is to be accounted mire. Beyond health and comeliness I loved her, and I chose to have her rather than the light, because the splendor of her never yields to sleep.
- Wisdom Ch 7, 7-10, Wednesday Matins, Third Week of August in my Roman Breviary
This is hardly the beginning. Before I begin writing anything, I tend to go along the wandering path of why and purpose. I come to understand my goal and what it is I aim for. So.. here we go.
Writing about Lauren will serve many purposes. Let me sift my little soul for them —
- Be still my heart. First, it will relieve my heart of motherly angst. In Christ, I rest in musing upon my daughter when I love. She is of marrying age, a chaste hidden gem few know of. Those who do know don’t know what to make of her, she is that rare of a species. She is what every holy gentleman looks for but does not see… yet. I married young, and so seeing the world as it is and the hesitant, protective stance we take, she takes for herself frustrates me. In writing about her, perspectives shift, focus is restored & I adore the Eternal Father in gratitude for this Joy of my soul. I return to His feet & wait for His Will, ready once again to guide her.
- See, how beautiful! Second, it will remind the world of virtue that still exists in young women. — I’m tired of stereotypes and sex-driven tropes. What goes on there, how the sexes speak to one another, about one another, at one another is faddish, surface-level and boring. We don’t move beyond genitalia that defines the body, the sex. Hardly do we speak of the soul, what makes beautiful in girl, young lady, woman. Catholic mothers have worked hard to cooperate with Our Lord in crafting the souls of our daughters. It’s not any different for the young Catholic female convert — she aspires for virtue, holiness, and sanctity as she reaches for heaven, too. I’m here to remind you. .. and Hope.
- My Lord and my God! Third, it will remind us to return our gaze back to the Enteral Father, from whom all good things come. Like Jesus, we seek His Will. Like Mary, we seek to magnify Him in all we do. In speaking of women through my daughter, we don’t just look at the means and objectify them and label them and define them.. we return our gaze to The Omega, Our Last End, in imitation of all the saints that have gone before us. What do we look at? How does this reflect God and His goodness, His beauty, His Truth? Where do we take this? How do I apply this in my own life? Where should I see? How do I see?.. How can I love?.. more truly. more absolutely love my God and my neighbor?
.. just some thoughts.
I must warn you I’m a great amateur (I’ve yet to set up my bio, I will soon, but in a nut shell, I’m a big nobody), so what may happen is I will veer off onto tangents, leaving my 3 purposes little orphans. Say a little Ave for me, I hope it doesn’t happen — Pray that what I hold in my heart becomes more defined and reflective of God’s Holy Will: that we may be known by those He wishes, but at the same time, reserved and hidden, to be held only by Him.
May we learn to live only for Holy Will of our Eternal Father, like Jesus. Amen.
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Non nobis, Domine, non nobis, sed nomini tuo da gloriam.
in Love,
veronica
Wed, 8.18.2021, 4:30p
PS: I can’t forget, I’ve been reminded as soon as I hit Publish — reflective writing brings the mirror unto ourselves. Whatever I say, whatever God gives me the grace to reveal and demonstrate, turn that mirror onto yourself. Your soul is wonderful built & constructed, wonderfully made.. as I always like to think, it was made to house a God. Can you imagine? It’s larger than any Cathedral.