When thinking of a sanctuary, what comes to mind?
For me, when I think of sanctuary, I think of a place of safety.
Another place I think of when I hear the word sanctuary is the church.
And coincidentally, one of the places that someone may feel safest is actually in a church. I often go to the church, such a sacred place, a sanctuary that offers peace. It’s a place of solace, a place where one can feel God’s presence. In God’s house, speaking to Him with reverence of course, we can be who we are because He is the only one who knows us throughout. He is the only one that loves us through each and every fault that we have.
He offers us the graces to show kindness, to love others freely, to forgive others as we are forgiven, to have faith in our darkest moments, and to remain hopeful when it seems hopeless. It’s in His presence that we can really delve into ourselves in order to learn of our strengths and weaknesses.
Being here in my home, my sanctuary, life doesn’t stop. It doesn’t slow down. It’s always a bit noisy. Kids are playing with one another, completely engaged in childhood activity that includes board games, bike riding, going for walk, playing in the water…….just being kids. Part of being kids is arguing, disagreeing, and yes, wrestling around with siblings. I love it! When I am not playing referee or gym coach, I pick up the role of cook, dishwasher, janitor and laundress. However, those very important roles cannot be replaced by my devotions of being a teacher, a confidant, a role model, and a religious educator. The role of parent is very diverse and involves much praying, contemplation, patience, and LOVE, always love.
Outside of being a mother, I also have not only obligations to my spouse, but a love for him that pushes me to be the very best I can be. I fail sometimes, I learn, and I keep moving forward –mere centimeters at times, but forward is forward, right. Together, we raise our children and live a life according to what God is asking of us.
My home is my sanctuary.