shrive verb shrovetransitive verb
1 : to administer the sacrament of reconciliation to
2 : to free from guilt
Today is known as both Mardi Gras and "Shrove Tuesday;" it is the day before the 40 days of Lent. The big season of fasting and reflecting on the passion of our Lord is fast approaching; we enjoyed the day to the full.
To start, we braved the bizarre ice and cold (in MARCH. in TEXAS) to spend the morning celebrating with sweet friends and other homeschool families. There were bingnets hot out of the frying pan and delicious king cake among other delicious treats, coffee, tea, and hot chocolate. The children enjoyed playing together as well as crafting. The girls came home with some adorable Mardi Gras masks (and beads)!
|During nap time I prepared our "alleluia rock" to bury tomorrow at the beginning of Lent, as the Church does not sing the Alleluia during the Lenten season. It reemerges on Easter when Jesus is risen! This is a hat tip to Elizabeth Foss' idea to pack away the Alleluia (which I read about many, many years ago, but never implemented), and an inexpensive method of doing so, thanks to the great idea on instagram from Carrots for Michaelmas. I'm so thankful for the Catholic blogosphere.|
|Felicity and I spent some quiet time in prayer and doing our respective examinations of conscience. We were ready to be shriven!|
|Spiritual reading for adoration for Charlie and me: Two copies of the Ignatius Bible, In Conversation with God, Handbook of Prayers, and Christ is Passing By|
|Spiritual reading for the children during adoration: My Big Book of Catholic Bible Stories, God Loves Us All, St. John Bosco, Mother Seton and the Sisters of Charity, Our Father & Hail Mary, not pictured: Little Acts of Grace and A Little Book About Confession for Children|
Colette and Gabrielle literally begged Charlie and I to let them go to confession (especially Colette), which I wouldn't normally mention, but I want to record that here so that I do not forget their beautiful, pure hearts as they prepare for their first reconciliations and First Holy Communion. Soon enough they will find themselves often on their knees in that confessional, soaking up His mercy and on the path to Heaven, I pray.
Finally, our family bore down upon the parish hall in our sheer numbers demanding pancakes and sausages. The good news was that there was plenty of food, and many smiling faces. I, in particular, most enjoyed the fresh fruit, mimosas, and the nice chat I shared with our resident, very holy & friendly, retired priest.
|Joe was a sticky mess, as you can imagine. Charlie and I were just discussing the other day our reasons for avoiding pancakes in general: not only are they unhealthy, but the clean up effort with small children is atrocious.|
|The small library that we brought along sorta obstructed our view across the table to one another... we are such nerds. ha|
Today was a fruitful and fun day to end this period of Ordinary Time, before we draw the curtains and narrow our focus once again on the ultimate sacrifice that our beloved Jesus made by offering His own life for the sake of ours.
But thou, O Lord, be not far off!
O thou my help, hasten to my aid!