S.tay A.t H.ome M.om at Work

So, I started working part time in order to offset the financial pressures that we feel from time to time.  (I suppose even my blog title is all wrong now...) Anyhoo, it's an interesting dynamic working for the Church.  I can't tell you how interwoven Faith is into normal life events.  I know, it's a no-brainer, of course, Faith is meant to be so apart of our natural every day.  But I guess when I think of 'work', I generally didn't think it would touch my heart and the hearts of others in such profound ways. Working with a gal at the office, she explained something to me that really touched my heart.  She told me how a parent's journey often begins with a call to the Church. They need a baptism.  Then when the child is old enough, they need 1st Communion.  Then, when the child is old enough, Confirmation is requested.  Weddings are performed, Anointing of the Sick is administered and so on and so forth. People calling the Church in order to see...

So I am a few days off on my deadline.  Better late than never.  Thank you to those who sent me your email addresses.  If you would like to be added, this is the last notice, you will not be able to access this blog without sending your email address to me, so that I might invite you. Thank you, ~Sahmatwork

Hello blog readers,... With many new developments in our family's life, I have decided to make this blog 'private'.  Therefore, any readers who would like to continue to have access to my blog will need to send me your email address so I can add you to blogger's background settings as an approved reader. So if you are still interested in reading, send your email address to: sahmatwork(at)gmail(dot)com Thank you for your support & encouragement these past seven years!  I ask that you continue to pray for me and our family in this next exciting chapter of our lives.  If you want to read about it - send me your email.  I will make this blog private in seven days:  beginning May 28, 2014. ~Sahmatwork

How fitting that our Midwest has just undergone the Arctic Blast of the decade and this post is all about ice cubes.  Ok, well for anyone who reads regularly, we all know my style - it's never THAT simple. We recently entertained friends of ours, that my husband has maintained relationship with since grade school, that's right:  2nd grade they met, and 30 years later, we got together to celebrate not only Christmas, not only the New Year, but our growing families and the miracle that is this relationship surviving three decades. Comparing grey hair, family size, turbulent teens, births, deaths and their own reckless past was so great for us all.  There were also contrasts as well, we should expect, different people, different strokes. Respecting their families rules as well as ours, differences emerged, and I caught a few strange looks and glances from the mother counterpart in my kitchen. I couldn't quite put my finger on the exact reasons for her disturbance, her ...