Thursday, October 01, 2015

A poor wife who bakes

I read a little bit about Padre Pio on his feast day last Wednesday (I'd like to read more...) and I've been thinking about him ever since. Especially these words: "Yet despite such notoriety, he would often say, 'I only want to be a poor friar who prays.'" (from CatholicCulture)

I found these words so decisive, so in touch with his identity. I kept thinking, what do I want to be? The best I came up with was "a poor wife who bakes". It sounds kind of ridiculous, I know. And we're not really poor... at least not in the Franciscan vow of poverty way. And baking and poor in the same sentence don't make much sense.

But still. It got me thinking. I also want to be a woman of prayer... which I feel very far away from. I had a new friend (and new neighbor) visit me last week who has eight kids and a busy life, but she was one of those people that you just say, "wow, she's a woman of prayer." That quality that reminded me of this priest I know, and the nuns "monjas de BelĂ©m" that make the beautiful artwork I've talked about, plus a few other people. They emanate peace. And they pray a lot.

Who do you want to be?

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