There is a girl (young woman?) at our grocery store who we know. She is really nice, and whenever I go to the store, she'll even open up a check-out aisle for me so that I don't have to wait in line. Often, if you ask her how things are going, she'll say, "You know, livin' the dream."
When she's not working at the IGA, this girl is a Catholic grade school teacher...but cashier at a grocery store doesn't exactly seem like a dream, now does it?
"You know, livin' the dream."
The thing is, though, that most of us will not become wildly rich or famous etc. Most of us are called to the quiet life. Not the boring life, but the simple life. Let me repeat that: not the boring life. We are all eternally bound; we have an immortal future on either one end or another of the spectrum awaiting us. Each of our actions can push us closer to or further away from Heaven.
Simple, small, and blessed. Not everyone is called to live out holiness in a loud way. I think that many of us, including myself, are called to the holiness in daily moments, even in daily monotony.
I play blocks with Leo. I wash dishes. I falter and kvetch over what to make for dinner. I (try to!) bite my tongue when cruel things want to come out. I smile at the grocery store check-out people.
That's right, ladies and gents, I'm livin' the dream.
When she's not working at the IGA, this girl is a Catholic grade school teacher...but cashier at a grocery store doesn't exactly seem like a dream, now does it?
"You know, livin' the dream."
The thing is, though, that most of us will not become wildly rich or famous etc. Most of us are called to the quiet life. Not the boring life, but the simple life. Let me repeat that: not the boring life. We are all eternally bound; we have an immortal future on either one end or another of the spectrum awaiting us. Each of our actions can push us closer to or further away from Heaven.
Simple, small, and blessed. Not everyone is called to live out holiness in a loud way. I think that many of us, including myself, are called to the holiness in daily moments, even in daily monotony.
I play blocks with Leo. I wash dishes. I falter and kvetch over what to make for dinner. I (try to!) bite my tongue when cruel things want to come out. I smile at the grocery store check-out people.
That's right, ladies and gents, I'm livin' the dream.
