It’s Lent, a time of mortification, of setting aside worldly amusements to contemplate Him Who died for us.
A mother doesn’t have much time to contemplate…..and she does a lot of mortification each day. She may yearn for some time alone, but often it is not to be, unless we get up before all else and spend some time in prayer. This can be very difficult when we have been up half the night wiping noses and nursing babies.
But there is hope, as Fr. Rolheiser points out in the following paragraph:
“Carlo Carretto, one of the leading spiritual writers of the past half-century, lived for more than a dozen years as a hermit in the Sahara desert. Alone, with only the Blessed Sacrament for company, milking a goat for his food, and translating the Bible into the local Bedouin language, he prayed for long hours by himself. Returning to…
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