hear the gentle rhythm

“God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world.” Acts 5:34-42; John 6:1-15

Today is the feast day of Saint Peter Chanel, priest and martyr. Our church bulletin reads:

“Peter Chanel … was one of the original members of the Society of Mary, commonly known as Marists. Today the society consists of ‘men and women who strive to live the gospel the way Mary lived … we too can hear the gentle rhythms of the grace of God in our lives by making our manner of thinking, judging, feeling, and acting.’ Listen to Mary and you, too, can be guided by her gentleness and grace. The world needs more of this kind of strength!” Kristopher Seaman

I was never particularly religious before having my daughter. Remy changed my views on almost everything, and as such, my Catholic faith was restored. I feel as if I resonate with Mary now that I, too, am a mother. I truly believe that myself and others could benefit from this way of living outlined above.

Have a lovely weekend, all.

<3

Emory

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  1. As a quiet child (and adult), I was always inspired by Mary who questioned and pondered everything.

    • Really? That’s so beautiful, and fitting. You seem like such a kind and genuine person. I love this comment.

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  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife, mother of two (one earthside and one with the angels), and an animal rescuer. This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
    email: helloscarlettblog@outlook.com

  • I was intending for this video to only be in my stories. After watching it again and again, I decided to post it in my feed as well. I wish to never forget moments like these. Remy’s typical game of asking to go in her crib only to throw everything out of it and pretend to go to sleep. Or her new one- taking her rings in with her and playing with them (after she throws everything out, of course). She makes me say every colour before going to the next one. Then she stacks them up, gets out, and shelves the toy until we have to repeat the game all over again. I let her make her messes all while trying to spend every waking and spare minute with her. These are our days and rituals. I don’t know about you, but I certainly don’t wake up with this much energy.
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