This afternoon, the moment arrived, which had seemed to be looming somewhere in the distance: the time to remove all of the poinsettias from our chapel.

They'd been there for two months, since Christmas, and were still doing alright.  There was no botanical malady causing their demise; flowers are not allowed for church décor during Lent (except for on a few special occasions), so this Fat Tuesday or Mardi Gras was slated to be their last day to enjoy the warmth and beautiful home our chapel offered.

It was good to get this done today, rather than waiting for the morning...We are now prepared to be in accord with liturgical norms, it is true.  However, I did have another reason for taking action in this matter today: this is one less thing I will have to take care of in the morning. 

I have the full length violet altar cloth draped across the table in the little private dining room down the hall.  Before I get on with the rest of my day (prayer, Mass, reception desk duty, etc.), I'll have to change things over in chapel from ordinary time to Lent. 

Down will go the green trim on the altar and ambo.  The green tabernacle veil will be exchanged for white.  The huge violet altar cloth will go on.  (Hopefully, most of the creases/wrinkles will have come out of it in the day and I half that it :hung out" in the other room - I really don't want to have to iron!!)

I'm hoping I can get myself going early enough in the morning (after working until 10 tonight) to get all of this done and still have time for private prayer before everyone else gets over to St. Anne's for morning office at 6:30 a.m.

Your prayers for me would be appreciated as we start this season of Lent.

This evening, Sister Elaine shared how fast she felt the week was going.  She works in bookkeeping, and has been busy. Among other things, she has to get ready for the board meeting here on Saturday.  The pressure of the deadline probably has something to do with her feeling that week is slipping away from her.  It can be a stressful time for board members here.

I, personally, have a very different attitude toward these quarterly gatherings.  I have my small part in the preparatory work: cleaning guest rooms and making the reports available electronically shortly beforehand. 

To me, the weekend of the board meeting is always something to look forward to.  We get a change from the normal routine and get a chance to see some of our Sisters again. (Something that happens all too seldom, it seems.) 

To me, this week is going "plenty slow."  I think the fact that I am so looking forward to the visit has a lot to do with this.  Unfortunately, before I know it, it will be over.  :(

I am not criticizing Sr. Elaine's perspective here; "it has it's merits" (to borrow her expression);  I am simply musing on the huge difference perspective makes.

I find this in my personal life as well.  I am preparing a talk on the Morning Offering and Examen Prayer for our next women's gathering.  It has been a powerful reminder to me, and has impacted my interior life - for the better.  Through this preparation, I have improved my own practice of the examen prayer, and have renewed my efforts at looking upon my past day with gratitude.

Facing a North Dakota winter and all the other struggles in this journey we call "life" can make a person focus more on the negative than on the blessings.  It can be easy to fall into this trap.  My renewed efforts at the daily examen prayer have helped me to remember an attitude of gratitude, not only at prayer before "turning in for the night," but during the day as well. 

I certainly am not perfect at this, but at least I’m getting a nudge in the right direction. :)

I pray that each week of my life (not only those leading up to joy-filled gatherings) may be a time when I look ahead with hope, grateful for God's blessings: past, present and future.

Working in the long term care sector requires weekend work.  Here at St. Anne's, most staff alternate weekends; they work one weekend and have the next one off.  This is true, as a rule, for aides, dietary staff, nurses, and receptionists. 

I don't get weekends off, but my hours change every other week, based on the schedule of the other receptionists.  One weekend I work the morning shift and the next I work the evening.

When we used to have Mass here every day, the morning nurse would watch the desk for me so I could participate in the Liturgy with the other Sisters and residents on my weekends of morning duty.  However, now that we don't have this luxury, my Saturdays have taken a different turn. 

Unable to go to the local church for 7:15 a.m. Mass, yet aware of my duty (and immense privilege) to attend Mass daily, I go to the 5 p.m. Mass.  (Canon Law instructs Religious to participate daily as far as possible.)  Attending the evening Mass is not the ideal; I miss out on the Saturday morning readings, etc., but I am grateful to be able to go at all. 

Another element of my Saturdays, regardless of what shift I am working, is holding "Reading Hour" for our residents.  Currently, we are reading The Prince and the Pauper, the enthralling story of a poor London boy and a prince (some 400+ years ago) who switch places.  My dad had read it to me when I was growing up, and I remember him commenting on how difficult it was to read.  He became quite adept at "translating" texts to me when the archaic language was beyond my comprehension.  Now, it is my turn, and I have my chance to hone my linguistic skills!

Yesterday, however, we did not check in with London's rich and poor because another special activity was scheduled for the afternoon.  The Secular Franciscans who meet here monthly came to do a service project, making valentines with our residents. 

Later in the afternoon, before heading over for confession and Mass, I mixed together a batch of cookies, using up a half bag of cherry chips I had left in the freezer and forming the cookies, by hand, into heart shapes.  (They were too small to use the cookie cutter).  I depend on St. Martha and Mary's intercession in these endeavors as I am sure they spent many hours cooking and baking.

The cookie-making took a little longer than I had planned, so I wasn't sure if I would make it to the church before the priest left the confessional to prepare for Mass.  (It is a ten-minute walk.) 

However, my prayers were answered and I was able to receive two sacraments on this mild Saturday afternoon.  After Mass, a friend of ours insisted on giving me a ride home, and I made it in plenty of time for evening Office.

What an interesting Saturday schedule!  I am thankful to God for all His blessings!