The Cenote

Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Where do I even begin?

It's been a rough couple of weeks. The church I am a member of came out with a new policy that has been extremely difficult for me to digest. (That is an entire separate post that will probably never happen).

The terrorist attacks in Paris.

The Syrian refugee crisis.

Tonight, as I knelt next to Peter's bed to pray with him, I freely spoke to my Father in Heaven about some of these things. Namely, the refugees, or "people with nowhere to live and not enough food to eat, and children with no parents. Help us be kind and always help when and where we can." (I'm constantly trying to reinforce to Peter that the most important thing in life is to be kind).

After I finished the prayer, I stood up to give Peter goodnight kisses and he was wiping tears from his eyes. He didn't want to tell me what was wrong at first..."I'm fine. I'm not sad." But a moment later, " I AM sad. What about those children with nothing to eat and no mommy to help them grow up?"

All I could do was hold his head in my hands and cry with him. "Life is hard, Peter. That's why it is so important to help and do what we can for people. We are so lucky to have our family and food to eat and a warm home." With that, I kissed him and hugged him with soft, motherly fierceness and retired to my room to read.

Through my remaining tears, I opened to the last few chapters of Chelsea Dyreng's " The Cenote" and found myself lost in a Mezzo American world filled with love,grief, laughter, marital strife, legends, and forgiveness. Once again I was in tears. This book is PERFECT for a book club. Her story telling is brilliant and the subject matter is relatable to the vast majority of people. I'm not going to tell you what the book is a metaphor for. Just read it. You must. You must!

Get the book HERE. 

It will enrich your life and open the door to some great questions and conversations. I love books that make you think and stay with you. I prom dress that this is worth the read. 

So with all of these instances of pain and sadness this week--there has been a sweetness and an awakening to them. (Perhaps not with the first issue in this post). I've thought and felt things I don't necessarily feel the need to share, but the bottom line is I have felt a softened love for the human race (once again) and been reminded of how much we need each other, how essential forgiveness is, and how we must love one another or die. 

So say a prayer. Read a good book. And keep on loving. 


  1. I love books that are thought-provoking. I prom dress to read it. There are a lot of sadness happening in the world. I sometimes get overwhelmed wondering how I can help. The best thing I can do is be a good, kind grandmother to my grandson, support local charities, help when I can, and remember that one random act of kindness can change the world. My niece, her husband and baby live in Paris. We were on pins/needles until we heard from her. My brother (her father) and his wife are also in France but about 2 hours south of Paris. As for the other atrocities happening in the world, I hope world leaders figure out a way to handle the terrible things going on in Syria and other parts of the world. I was in my bedroom this morning, looking at facebook, seeing lots of posts about this and that. I felt sad but not hopeless. There is one video going around fb of a father explaining in French to his little boy about the events of the past weekend. The little boy asked a lot of questions. " Are we safe? Will the bad people hurt us? The father in his fatherly loving way said, we have flowers." I thought it was a strange answer at first but then I realized the father wanted his son to see all the flowers that people brought as a remembrance to those whose lives were lost and that there are still good people around. So "flowers" or kindness, a smile, a hug, caring, etc. CAN and will save us from the bad people. As long as there are still good people in the world, then there is hope. Hope for a better day or brighter future. I thought I'd lost everything and could never be happy again when my husband and both parents passed away within a 7-month period in August 2008-09. But I was wrong. Happiness does not come calling...we have to find it. I found it in my little grandson and his parents, my kids. I found it in dear friends and blogs like yours that provide me wise words of wisdom from someone who lost someone so dear. I found it in the beauty of the world, nature, friends, family, my church and many other things. I can't wait to read this book. You are an exceptional woman, mother, and wife, Molly, and I'm sure your family thinks so too!!

  2. Oh Molly I don't know you at all except from your blog, but how I love you!


Powered by Blogger.