John 15: 7 Abide in Me, and I in You.

Sacred Heart of Jesus
This is the picture that hung in my grandparents home, my parents and now mine. It was brought from Poland by my great-grandmother Margaret Pollick.

In prayer before the commencement of the Sunday Holy Sacrifice, through prayerful imagination I placed myself within the shelter of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. In the same moment, in the blink of God's eye, Jesus and I sat together in one heart. Awed, I realized we were not resting in His heart, but mine.  By stepping into the abode of Jesus' love, He entered my heart. And there was only room for two in the heart of this child. Servant and Master filled it completely.
I was reminded of that yesterday afternoon, my attention was pulled to the sky where I noticed the a cloud formation of a big heart and within it was a smaller heart. The small represented my broken, flawed, human heart longing to love with abandonment and beyound myself.
By seeking the divine protection of holy Trust in Jesus' teaching providence, I discover  my heart is found both hidden and revealed.
With an unspoken prayer to love generously all the souls surrounding me; my meditation drew a picture of the sword piecing His heart through into my own. By abiding in Him, both our  hearts are emptied down and out to the low world; a world hoping to be refreshed by Love. 

See my illustration below. (I doubt I'll ever be this childlike again. I am publishing with out second thoughts for the 1st time.)

Be content with your vocation and the details within. God needs you to be you!!!

"What was the first rule of our dear Savior's life? You know it was to do His Father's will. Well, then, the first end I propose in our daily work is to do the will of God; secondly to do it in the manner He wills; and thirdly, to do it because it is His will. I know what is His will by those who direct me; whatever they bid me do, if it is ever so small in itself, is the will of God for me. Then, do it in the manner He wills it." - Saint Elizabeth Ann Seton

Our family resumed studies yesterday on the Feast of Elizabeth Ann Seton. She is the patron of Catholic Education which begins and ends in the home...Ecclesia Domestica! I am always grateful that this beautiful disciple of Christ has a feast day just after our Christmas break. She is a great reminder of the importance of the smallest duty required by my vocation. Her zeal feeds my own and helps motivates me to begin again the work of God through my everyday living.

Mother Seton, who served God first as a wife gifted with children and then, after becoming a widow, began her vocation as a consecrated religious. Her life as a religious would included the founding of the first Catholic Schools in America. Her example encourages me to preserver in my own vocation to provide my children with a Catholic (and classical) home-education.   Learn more about St. Elizabeth Ann Seton here:http://www.catholicculture.org/culture/liturgicalyear/calendar/day.cfm?date=2016-01-04#sthash.knnl695H.dpuf

Today my youngest son began learning Sarah Orne Jewett's poem "Discontent".  This poem is the inspiration for the title of my blog. Happy blooming!

Discontent

Down in a field, one day in June,
The flowers all bloomed together,
Save one who tried to hide herself,
And drooped, that pleasant weather.

A robin who had flown too high
And felt a little lazy
Was resting near this buttercup
Who wished she were a daisy.

The daisies grow so trig and tall,-
She always had a passion
For wearing frills around her neck
In just the daisies' fashion.

And buttercups must always be
The same old tiresome color-
While daisies dress in gold and white,
Although their gold is duller.

'Dear robin,' said this sad young flower,
'Perhaps you'd not mind trying
To find a nice white frill for me
Some day when you are flying.'

'You silly thing!' the robin said,
'I think you must be crazy.
I'd rather be my honest self
Than any made-up daisy.

'You're nicer in your own bright gown,-
The little children love you.
Be the best buttercup you can,
And think no flower above you.

'Though swallows leave me out of sight,
We'd better keep our places;
Perhaps the world would all go wrong
With one too many daisies.

'Look bravely up into the sky
And be content with knowing
That God wished for a buttercup
Just here, where you are growing.'

Sarah Orne Jewett