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We Need the Grace to Live It

It’s sometimes tricky to approach Scripture like today’s Gospel when your life is, well, average.

I don’t often encounter the desperate needs of another, and because of that, I can sometimes question if I’m really making an impact.

We don’t need to look far to be reminded of the immensity of suffering, of poverty, and of injustice innumerable people encounter each day in the world. And I’m just here, in my own home, with my own little struggles, often feeling quite incapable in light of the immense need I know exists.

And yet, Jesus comes quietly to me. So quietly I often don’t see it.

He comes in my family’s need for a meal, in my daughters’ desire to talk when I’d rather be texting a friend. He comes in the cries needing consoling and in the laundry and in the sink loaded with dishes.

In fact, He often comes in ways I’d rather Him not. Because slogging through the day as a mother can be monotonous and boring, and maybe I’d even like the thrill of a real obvious catastrophe to lay myself on the altar of.

God’s call for me is subtle, but it is no less sanctifying. My home and the people in it are my Lazarus, and my love for them has the power to change my soul. In the tiny bits of every day, done well, I carry my cross. And so do you.

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Jesus, give us the grace to live it.

Blythe Fike is the wife of Kirby and mother of 8 smallish kids. She loves the quiet life in small town SoCal. She is a contributing author to our children’s devotional prayer book, Rise Up. You can find out more about her here.

3 Comments

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    Becca
    September 29, 2019 at 7:39 am

    Thank you so much for taking the time to write this devotion today ! This spoke to me so much it’s hard to put it in words.

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    Jodi Kay Olson
    September 29, 2019 at 10:26 am

    Beautiful!

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    Michele M.
    September 29, 2019 at 11:35 am

    Our culture has convinced us that unless we go to Africa to help build wells for the poor, or work at the local soup kitchen every weekend, or travel to Detroit to participate in repairing houses in poverty stricken neighborhoods, we are not helping the world.

    This is a cultural falsehood. First, we help immeasurably by remembering the poor and suffering in our daily prayers. Second, we don’t always need to “go somewhere” to help somebody. A smile, a kind word, a helping hand to an elderly person at the supermarket – these things, too, are part of fraternal love. We often have no idea of how much the little things we do help others.

    Thirdly, we must remember that “the poor” include the spiritually poor. When we help our children grow in the faith, or pray for someone specific who is suffering a crisis of faith, or when we pray for expectant mothers who are in danger of aborting their child, or when we provide a good example with our own Christian behavior, we are contributing to the alleviation of spiritual poverty.

    Lastly, our culture encourages us to think that raising a family is not a spiritual work, and that it’s not “enough” for parents to concentrate on raising their children and put other endeabors on hold until the kids are grown. Again, this is another cultural myth designed to destroy the family.

    If God has given us a vocation to be parents, that is our vocation until the children leave the nest. Our vocation should be our first priority, not our last; not squeezed in somewhere between all the hours working for the parish or helping down at the food pantry. No, God entrusted the raising of our children to us, and we should accept this vocation humbly and see it for the honor it truly is, and know that we are doing exactly what God asked us to do in the correct season.

    There will be other seasons with other duties. All according to God’s time, not our culture’s time.

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