Today Best Dude and I  went to Mass at a neighboring parish { one where I also attend Bible study, so I know many people from there, too} Today’s Mass was done with the Liturgy from The Iona Prayer Book { of Scotland}, so the prayers and music were a bit different. Being of Celtic { Irish} descent, this was especially powerful to me.  The Gospel story really got in my heart today. Let me explain:

Today’s Gospel has Jesus giving Simon a new name. Rather than Simon, this particular disciple was given the name ” Peter” , meaning ” rock”. I naming him, Jesus re-defined who this disciple is; and set the stage for the future . Peter is the disciple tasked with setting the foundation of the Jesus Movement. He is no longer a common fisherman; Jesus named his vocation when he said

“Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah! For flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my Father in heaven. And I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not prevail against it. I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven, and whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.”

This is Simon Peter’s ” call story” . Jesus Himself says to the fisherman “…on this rock I will build my Church.” No discernment committee was necessary for this vocation to happen. But I cannot help but wonder what Simon Peter must have thought had he time to ponder what Jesus said to him.

Did he feel unworthy?

Does this new identity mean that he, Peter, now has to behave differently? What does someone do when tasked with what Jesus asked of him?

Am I smart enough?

Does he even really want to be the rock upon which this new movement is to be built? After all, Jesus is doing a fine job Himself, why would He need Peter to continue Jesus’ important work. However call Peter He did.

These are questions I ask myself ; regardless of whether Peter asked them of himself or not.

Like Peter, I am called to build the Kingdom of Heaven in the here and now. But I am not sure about what this “new name’ means for me or my family; not to mention my parish family.  I don’t even want this new name and identity; but God wants me to pursue it.

I’m scared”  I tell God daily.

” I AM with you,” God says




3, 2, 1 MOVE

We are moving… IN THREE DAYS!


Our closing date on Cute Cottage got bumped up two days, so we close and move into town on Tuesday. So these past couple of days have seen Best Dude and me franticly putting things in boxes. Best Dude hauls them out to the POD we have parked in the front yard, as I am still recovering from surgery .

Moving is not for the weak or faint-hearted.

I like my life in order, and my house has been anything but orderly for a few weeks.

I feel like I am losing my sanity.

I need order, and my space looks like a storm passed through it lately.

My coloring pens and adult coloring books are packed, as are many of my ” go-to-books  that I re-read for comfort.

We sold some unneeded furniture, so the house looks empty and the dog is mad at us {We sold the couch he slept on}

Moving is stressful.

Moving is hard.

Yet I know it will be worth it to finally settle in our  Cute Cottage.