I get to sneak out and go to Saturday morning Mass by myself each week, which means that I actually get to hear the readings! I went to Mass yesterday morning, the Gospel hit me like a ton of bricks. I got it.
So they went off in the boat by themselves to a deserted place.
People saw them leaving and many came to know about it.
They hastened there on foot from all the towns
and arrived at the place before them.
So, Jesus and his Apostles have been working their behinds off, and just need a break from the demands of the crowd. Jesus suggests they go off and get a rest, and when they get to the place they were going to in order to rest...the crowd has followed them there. Jesus responds in classic Jesus manner, and it says that his heart was moved for them because they were "like sheep without a shepherd." I can tell you what, though...that wouldn't have been my reaction. My reaction would have been more something like this..."
"LEAVE ME ALONE! Seriously! Just leave me alone for two minutes! I just need some quiet!"
Ask me how I know.
The priest at Mass was one of my favorites - his homilies are short but lovely gems. His takeaway - spend the time we can resting and then trust that God will make the most of that time and give you the grace you need to deal with people the rest of the time.
Boy, did I need to hear that.
I've had more than one instance, lately, of feeling so put upon. My trick for when I feel that way is to take it to God. If I vent to anyone else, I walk away still feeling all fired up. If I go off by myself and vent to God about whatever is frustrating me, I tend to walk away slightly calmer and with a slightly better perspective. The other day, I was so mad, and it was about something so stupid. But I was mad. And the little people coming at me with their needy needs wasn't helping. Sometimes, I feel like I just can't get a break. I've been staying up later at night, even when I'm tired, because it just feels so good to have the house quiet and no one needing anything. But I'm going to try to keep in mind the homily from yesterday, and trust that somehow - God will provide me the rest I'm lacking. It's so hard for me to trust something like that, and to climb out of the boat to tend to the multitudes without an attitude. But I'm going to try.
And as a bonus...here's what we wore Sunday.
I love her. Sometimes I wish I was 24 years younger so she could be my best friend. But being her mom is pretty stinkin' cool, too. ;-)