Peace in the Whirlwind

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Have you ever passed through times in your life where there was so much going on that your head just seemed to spin? Endless thoughts, headaches, trouble sleeping … patience with the kiddos flies right out the window and you can see yourself getting more frazzled as the days go by.

I am right in the whirlwind as we speak, sisters. We are in the midst of trying to super-speed our remodeling projects so we can rent out our current residence while simultaneously working from home and trying to finish out the school year. Throw house hunting into the mix and voilà: complete madness!

It is hard to stop the constant thoughts that bombard me and be still. So often throughout the day I just have to stop and take a deep breath. I have to remember to hug and kiss my little ones instead of letting harsh words fly due to my own state of mind. I have to start tickle wars instead of arguing senselessly with a 3-year-old.

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The one thing that has helped me through it all is my nightly Rosary. After the kids go to bed and my husband jumps in the shower, I sit down in my comfy chair and gaze at my mommy in one of my favorite images, Our Lady of Guadalupe. The rhythm of the beads almost puts me to sleep most nights, but I find my soul is calm once again.

As May turns into June and spring into summer, I hope my heart continues to change as well. I hope to continue partaking in my kids’ giggles, enjoying the baby squirrels chasing each other up and down my trees, sprinklers and water gun fights … in short, all the blessings the Lord continues to send me each and every day.

And because your life is sure to include its own bit of craziness, I leave you with the traditional Irish blessing:

May the road rise to meet you.

May the wind be always at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face,

And rains fall softly upon your fields.

And until we meet again,

May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

Copyright 2020 Tami Urcia