A Eucharistic Nanny... That's seriously what I am ...

So, what does a Missionary Hermit Eucharistic Nanny's life look like?

10pm-11am full time care for three really little ones (change, feed, burp, swaddle and love times three at 10pm, 1am, 4am, 7am, 10am- it takes 45 mins a child leaving just enough time in between to make formula, clean/organize bottles, log it all, etc.) - plus lots of prayer with them!

11:15am-12:15pm -prayer before the Blessed Sacrament

12:15-12:45 -Mass (Some days I hit a 11:40am Mass on my way home)

12:45-1:15 -Walk to train (exercise!)

1:15-1:45 -commute on train (Rosaries, Chaplets, etc.)

2:00-5:00pm -Sleep (sometimes I skip the noon Mass to sleep 12-5pm)

5:15-5:45 - Mass at parish nearby

5:45-6:45pm -adoration

6:45-8:45pm -food, more adoration or sleep, spiritual reading, icons, guitar, languages, just life

8:45-9:45pm -commute (train and walking)

10pm-11am -work again

*** On weekends I only work 12 midnight to 7:30am, so I have extra hours to sleep, exercise 8-10 additional miles by the Lake (I normally walk 5-6 miles daily), additional adoration, etc.

All of my life is a prayer united with four chalices lifted in consecration every second (all over the world)- when a life is anchored in the Eucharist even little things have great worth and bear good fruit.

A 'Bethany House of Prayer' in the city...

A religious sister I once knew used to say that we must become a 'resting place for the Holy Spirit'... That is my hope for this little place- that it simply is a resting place for God's presence to be among His people. The awesome adoration chapel nearby is the clincher- they brought the stones from Lourdes to build this replica (see bottom pictures).

God's Providence

A couple of weeks ago I was looking through old posts and I came across the 'wish list' I had made. I was floored to realize that God had somehow provided for everything I had asked for. No, I didn't get my own 'Fiat' (the car), but a car was made available to me. And the train works when I need to commute. No, I didn't buy a new guitar, but my brother BJ let me take his home with me for a while. My Mom bought me a new wardrobe. A donor helped me get art supplies and what is needed to make my lotion. Walmart had a sale on french presses. My sister bought me a real coffee pot. I am starting up with a house (apartment) of prayer hidden in Chicago (but it's Ravenswood instead of Southside inner city). I haven't had the response on gofundme from donors as I/we (Jesus and I) had hoped for or expected, but I have gotten along by the skin of my teeth and a beautiful job was offered to me: I get to take care of three 4 lb triplet newborns for 13 hours a night. Who (besides me) gets to pray with three innocent souls nightly? Not one, but THREE Baby Jesuses to love daily (and get paid for it). What I realized is how God provides for us in ways different than we expect or ask for at times, yet His answers that seem to pop up in our ordinary lives are more practical, better and an incredible 'fit' to our needs exactly. These ordinary answers that seem to just appear in our practical daily life are miracles we shouldn't forget to thank God for.

Oh Maria...

Keep us this close to you!