Caring for flowers have been a low priority these days. I’ll start off trimming the stems then adding new water on a regular basis. And eventually after a few days of neglect they of course begin to shrivel and droop over the top, with colors paled and all. While eating a quiet lunch today thanks to my napping baby, I looked at my drooping hydrangea and thought, “trim and new water.” Only after a few minutes of doing so the hydrangea stem began blossoming again. As I sat watching the petals come back to life it got me thinking of new life, water – baptism (which has been on my mind as of late).
For years after discovering my Vocation, I’ve always looked forward to sharing the Faith and my love for Christ and His Church to my future children. My excitement for my son’s coming into the Catholic Church through baptism in Christ is seriously through. the. roof. Even in preparation for his big day, logistically and spiritually, I myself am reminded of how blessed I am and have been to be given this same gift of faith by my own parents many years ago. A life with Christ, though it be joyous and challenging, has allowed me to come fully alive in unimaginable ways. I hope and pray that my son will come to experience the same in his own way on the road the Lord has set for him.
Like the water that brought back life to the dying hydrangea pictured above, I know God can and is always ready to do the same for me, for my son, for anyone, but only if we allow Him to.
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