Sunday Rest

Today was a day for rest.  Not just because it was Sunday, because typically on a Sunday I go out on some adventure seeking to complete another item on my DC bucket list.

Instead, today I stayed home.  All day.  I rested and sweated in the house as the temperature and humidity slowly climbed every since the rain shower stopped this morning.

This morning I prayed and struggled to pray in a parish sparsely populated with people two to three to four times my age.  Or with people who are one fifth my age. A population that both loves their parish and attends for obligation.

Maybe I can't make those judgements yet, I have only been here a few weeks.

I felt transported in time as I listened to two favorite radio shows while crocheting, my mind filling with romantic daydreams of allowing this Sunday ritual to become routine throughout my life.

Sr. D is back from Panama and back to trying to learn English.  I tutored her and we worked through her workbooks, trying to explain to her what "blood pressure" and "soon" mean through sign language and basic phrases.  Also that the "er" on laughter does not indicate more of something, like "happier."

I wrote a letter to Africa, to a community of volunteers that I was almost a part of.   Sad that I am not with them, but logically knowing it's right that I am here.

And that is what confuses me, or rather who.  Jesus.  A man of such simplicity, that I so easily overcomplicate.  I am a Catholic woman wandering around this life, or more immediately through Washington DC, trying to find peace and joy and love and happiness and stability and friends and an education and the right metro train and a beautiful flower and place to get a haircut.   So I get a map and join young adult groups and commit to living in one place for a year and get out the scissors and stand in front of the mirror while I cut my hair.  And all the while, try to find Jesus, because if everything I have been taught is to be true He is here and around here and in here and filling here.

So all of this life stuff must have meaning and must be heading somewhere that I do not yet know.

And that is entirely possible, in fact probable, if not certain, for there are many things that I do not yet know.

And so today I rest, because tomorrow is Monday and I have work in the morning.