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Building Your Army...Who Do You Choose?

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My counterpart, Brooke as I call him, published this blog recently: http://www.ourholychaos.com/2023/11/finding-peace-in-chaos-building-your.html  

It was regarding building your team.  It is about not trying to be your own hero!  Since I read Brooke's blog I've been thinking a lot about my own team.  As a mom of five children, many whom have special needs and considerations I have learned to build quite the team of support.   

First and foremost I have my bestie!  This is my best friend of all friends.  She is the person who knows what I am thinking before I even say it.  She is also a mother of two special needs children and knows how it feels to be spread a bit too thin.  Often times I do not have time to build outside friendships because I am busy running to therapy appointments or helping my children with homework.  However, she gets me!  She knows we won't talk every day, but we trust that we are praying for one another daily.  Of course our situations are not exactly the same, but we know we will support one another in every situation we face.  I honestly have no idea where I would be without her.  As much as I am not a mushy friend...Karen, I truly love you and am so glad God gave you to me!  

Brooke mentions having the communion of saints in your court.  I of course love the saints!  How do I even narrow it down?  Mama Mary is my go to girl!  She gets it and she gets me! I spend much of my prayer with Mama Mary.  I know that she is always with her son and anything I ask of her I know she will take to her son.  I believe that Mama Mary is my biggest cheerleader and I believe she is always rooting for me.  Any mom's out there that do not have a devotion to Mary, I pray that you will consider bringing her into your team.

I also am a mother who struggles with ADHD.  I have two children with ADHD as well and a child with anxiety and panic disorder.  St. Dymphna is a saint that I call upon daily.  St. Dymphna is the patron saint of any mental illness, including ADHD and anxiety.  When I am not sure where to go with our situations, she is my go to girl.

St. Therese is honestly one of my best friends!  What does one even say about Therese?  She is truly an example of what it means to be a  humble servant of God.  She is someone I try to be like every single day.  May I always try to follow her little way!  "Remember that nothing is small in the eyes of God.  Do all that you do with love!"

I also spend a lot of time asking for the help of my dear friend, Servant of God, Michelle Duppong. Michelle passed away on Christmas Day of 2015. Michelle was only 31 years old and died from the terrible disease of cancer.  I worked with Michelle at the Diocese of Bismarck and I know she is always praying for our family.  When it comes to our ability to go and get Edwin I spend a lot of time asking Michelle to plead to God on our behalf.   In moments where I have no idea where to turn, Michelle is where I turn. 

As Brooke stated, "The Lone Ranger will never find peace in everyday chaos."  My life is forever in a state of chaos...that is what being a mother is all about, isn't it?  Our family needs the prayers of many and we trust in the prayers of our friends and those who are part of the communion of saints.  We encourage you to do the same!

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