{"id":6533,"date":"2016-07-27T15:11:13","date_gmt":"2016-07-27T20:11:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/?p=6533"},"modified":"2026-02-26T13:45:14","modified_gmt":"2026-02-26T19:45:14","slug":"praying-with-children-crawling-every-which-way","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/2016\/07\/27\/praying-with-children-crawling-every-which-way\/","title":{"rendered":"Praying with children crawling every which way"},"content":{"rendered":"

Recently—and a bit ironically, considering my vocation—my life has offered me an opportunity to learn all sorts of lessons about prayer and parenting.<\/p>\n

When I was in temporary vows a few years ago I agonized about my vocation a lot. I agonized about\u00a0why<\/em> it was that I was called to be a Sister, especially since marriage and motherhood were also so incredibly attractive to me. I was tormented by my conflicting and equally good desires. I doubted my abilities and even the discernment that led\u00a0me to religious life and kept me sticking around. “Why?!”\u00a0<\/em>was my perpetual question that spiraled around in my prayers\u00a0and cycled on repeat through every conversation with my spiritual director.<\/p>\n

Then, one day, while on retreat and feeling elated in the silence and solitude I was soaking up the answer dawned upon me: I am a Franciscan sister because solitude and silence help me thrive<\/em>.<\/p>\n

It was easy to picture myself as a mother and a wife. My love would be intense and I would be enthusiastic about serving and creating a strong, happy and healthy family. I knew that I’d sacrifice my needs for the sake of others and I wouldn’t be able to enjoy true\u00a0solitude and prayer—to unite with God in silence. I suspected that my relationship with God would be basically put on hold for 20\u00a0years and I couldn’t bear the thought; couldn’t imagine myself as calm and grounded without a strong prayer life. Rather, all I could envision was a frantic, stressed and overwhelmed version of myself–not exactly a peaceful woman who was joyfully living the Gospel.<\/p>\n

Perhaps I was afraid of who I might become. More than likely, though, the Spirit was guiding me to the truth of who I was made to be: a Franciscan Sister grounded in prayer and community, free to serve and love anyone who entered\u00a0my life<\/a>.<\/p>\n

For the past month I have been very fortunate to stay at my younger sister’s farm in southwest Iowa–and in a sense, test out my intuition about what life would have been like as a mother. My sister is a businesswoman, a farmer, a wife, and a parent; my precious niece is three months old and my adorable nephew is three and half. During these weeks my intuition has\u00a0been affirmed: yes, indeed, my prayer life is<\/em> different with kids around.<\/p>\n

My niece and me, July 2016<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

But, it turns out that I am not exactly frantic, stressed nor ungrounded after all.<\/p>\n

It’s taken me a while to understand how this happened. I’ve realized that assisting with childcare hasn’t actually decreased my prayer life, but rather prayer has taken on a whole new form and shape.\u00a0In this setting prayer happens\u00a0between diaper changes and bouncing the baby while my sister squeezes in a meeting or a nap. Morning and evening psalms are prayed in a bouncy, choppy manner while a curious preschooler creates an imaginary play world around me.<\/p>\n

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My nephew and me, July 2016<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Mostly, though, God’s presence is known through the\u00a0ordinary sacredness of viewing\u00a0the world through the lens of childhood—as a beginner person and a person in need. My niece stares out the the window at the green life\u00a0moving in the breeze and her expression of pure wonder and awe remind me not to take God’s creation for granted. My nephew cries out “I want someone to play with me!” and interrupts my tasks with a reminder that attending to a vulnerable child\u00a0is one of the best ways to unite with\u00a0God’s love and listen to God’s voice.<\/p>\n

For certain, I have learned that the prayer of parents and childcare workers is the prayer of action<\/a>. It is on-the-go, and in-between. For some families prayer may be structured and formal, but for most it’s likely the holy raptness of ordinary chaos. It is listening and responding to a child’s cries, questions, or made-up story. It is asking the child to lead the meal time prayer. It is responding to the question of “How did God make the cabbage purple?” with “It is a beautiful mystery! Isn’t God amazing?!” It is,\u00a0as Messy Jesus Business<\/em> Rabble Rousers Nicole and Steven have each written about<\/a>, integrating Truth and wonder into the messy, loving relationships and constant service of family life. It is psalms enacted and adoration of God everywhere, just like the sort of stuff that Sister Sarah will speak about in a webinar later this week<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Although my experience this past month has been a blessing and a teacher, I still feel affirmed in my vocation as a Franciscan Sister.\u00a0As my time here comes to a close, I look\u00a0forward to returning to my more familiar\u00a0form of religious life, to sharing daily life\u00a0with my FSPA sisters and a bit more structured prayer. There, I’ll pray united\u00a0with parents everywhere who commune with God in the art of childcare every chaotic, beautiful day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Recently—and a bit ironically, considering my vocation—my life has offered me an opportunity to learn all sorts of lessons about prayer and parenting. When I was in temporary vows a few years ago I agonized about my vocation a lot. I agonized about\u00a0why it was that I was called to be a Sister, especially since...","protected":false},"author":4071079,"featured_media":6581,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","episode_type":"","audio_file":"","podmotor_file_id":"","podmotor_episode_id":"","cover_image":"","cover_image_id":"","duration":"","filesize":"","filesize_raw":"","date_recorded":"","explicit":"","block":"","_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"_kad_post_classname":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[698755598],"tags":[1885,5001707,20786359,75672,1343,401,406,1935140,7816,3785,2572,4089,5309,853,30351,99164],"series":[698756626],"class_list":["post-6533","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-christian-family-life","tag-beauty","tag-being-an-aunt","tag-catholic-sisters","tag-child-care","tag-children","tag-faith","tag-family","tag-franciscan-sisters","tag-god","tag-love","tag-ministry","tag-motherhood","tag-parenting","tag-prayer","tag-service","tag-vocation","series-messy-jesus-business"],"acf":[],"episode_featured_image":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/img_20160703_132755320-scaled.jpg","episode_player_image":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/wp-content\/plugins\/seriously-simple-podcasting\/assets\/images\/no-album-art.png","download_link":"","player_link":"","audio_player":false,"episode_data":{"playerMode":"dark","subscribeUrls":{"apple_podcasts":{"key":"apple_podcasts","url":"","label":"Apple Podcasts","class":"apple_podcasts","icon":"apple-podcasts.png"},"stitcher":{"key":"stitcher","url":"","label":"Stitcher","class":"stitcher","icon":"stitcher.png"},"google_podcasts":{"key":"google_podcasts","url":"","label":"Google Podcasts","class":"google_podcasts","icon":"google-podcasts.png"},"spotify":{"key":"spotify","url":"","label":"Spotify","class":"spotify","icon":"spotify.png"}},"rssFeedUrl":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/feed\/podcast\/messy-jesus-business","embedCode":"

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