I am in Milwaukee
visiting my one and only granddaughter Elena for the rest of this week, so, for
the next few days I’ve decided to share with you some of the lessons I’ve
learned—so far—from my almost two-year-old nietecita.
When my Elena could
barely stand, we’d sit by the front windows in her house for hours and she
would blow kisses to everyone she saw—the cars and snowplows, the kids walking
home from school, the neighbor getting her mail.
She was making her world
holy with her love!
Our world certainly can
use more Love. And all of us can and will change the world by being, living,
sharing love in every little thing we do: how I answer the phone, how I respond
to my husband when I’m tired, what I say out loud (and in my head) to the
driver that cuts me off on the highway.
From my Elena Clare I
have learned that holiness is birthed in the quotidian, not in the grandiose.
Aaaaahhh! What a message. Love is lived and not something we "do." Your sweet little Elena Clare is very Franciscan to me, but that just may be where I am at on this day of Francis. And her name includes that of Clare!
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(PS - Elena Clare and her swiffer are always welcome at mi casa! :-)!!)
So true, Fran! One of my upcoming posts will definitely be on grace... something I've been pondering while I'm here in Elena Land :-) And yes, very FRanciscan! Her parents (my son and his wife) love Clare, too. Thanks for reading... and amen! on the swiffer!
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