This is a story for all of the invisible cathedral builders commonly
known as mothers...
I'm invisible.
It all began to make sense - the blank stares, the lack of response, the
way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not. No
one can see if I'm on the phone or cooking or sweeping the floor or even
standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can
you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being.
I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?"
I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?"
I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30 , please."
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the
eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -
but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen
again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a
friend from England ..
Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on
and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking
around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to
compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style
dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean.
My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could
actually smell peanut butter in it.
I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a
beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this."
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure
why she'd given it to me until I read her
inscription: "To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what
you are building when no one sees."
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would
discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after
which I could pattern my work:
-No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of
their names.
-These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see
finished.
-They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
-The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes
of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny
bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are
you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be
covered by the roof? No one will ever see it."
And the workman replied, "Because God sees."
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was
almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see
the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No
act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've
baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a
great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become .."
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a
disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my
own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As
one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see
finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The
writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever
be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to
sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend
he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4
in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a
turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That
would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him
to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his
friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're
doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will
marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been
added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
August 30, 2007
Kabuki Homewares
August 28, 2007
Inspire Me
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Spoilt Part 2
How happy was I to come home after an awful days work to find a stack of parcels on the step?? Well actually they were [placed] over the fence near the mailbox- think the parcel lady is scared of the dog too.....
There was a big box with goodies from Katrina www.littlelalas.blogspot.com who was my partner in Shannons cotton and candy swap.
She sent me vodka mudshake mmmmm, chupa chups, a fling....,the most gorgeous tea towel ( I am so going to buy some of these- how cute is it) and scrap supplies, and a cute lingerie bag!
How spoilt am I!!!
August 27, 2007
Monday itis
August 26, 2007
IMHO
Coco
August 25, 2007
Saturdays
Saturdays are our sort of lazy days. Last night we had a barbie which was wonderful, had a great time with friends, and didnt get to bed till midnight.
Today we had a lunch barbie with Mark, Alisa and the kids, which was wonderful and relaxing, we dont do it often enough. I love to eat and drink and relax with my friends.
Then Rick worked on his car while the kids slept and I ended up doing this weeks challenge for CPC. And yep, a self portrait..the kids insisted!
August 23, 2007
August 21, 2007
Scrapping Day
Tuesdays are the days I have the wonderful ladies over for scrapping day :)
Today I did a few things, here is one page for the new album- just Rick and I, starting with our wedding pics!
Going back to work tomorrow, just three days a week for now, see what happens, 15 hours a week plus weekends isnt too bad really.
August 20, 2007
I completed another
August 19, 2007
More pages
And yet more
Memories Ribbon Album
August 18, 2007
Shiny Book!!
I pinched this idea off the wonderful LaLaLees blog http://www.blognow.com.au/LaLaLee/
I remember how my books and school diaries used to look, I used to have fun decorating and doodling in them, and somewhere along the way that part of my inner child has been lost! So its time for that fun messy creative side to come back out and play! Thanks so much Lee for the inspiration. You are so right- might not be perfect but its soooo much fun!!!!
I remember how my books and school diaries used to look, I used to have fun decorating and doodling in them, and somewhere along the way that part of my inner child has been lost! So its time for that fun messy creative side to come back out and play! Thanks so much Lee for the inspiration. You are so right- might not be perfect but its soooo much fun!!!!
August 17, 2007
Tarni
This weeks layout
OK here it is.
Title- You colour my world
The journalling says
You'll never see a dark cloud hanging 'round me
Now there is only blue sky to surround me
There's never been a gray day since you found me
Everything I touch is turned to gold
CHORUS:
So you can color my world with sunshine yellow each day
Oh you can color my world with happiness all the way
Just take the green from the grass and the blue from the sky up above
And if you color my world, just paint it with your love
Just color my world
Just as long as I know you're thinking of me
There'll be a rainbow always up above me
Since I found the one who really loves me
Everything I touch is turned to gold
(chorus)
Sunshine yellow, orange blossom
Laughing faces everywhere, yeah
(chorus)
Color my world, color my world
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