Therese, fish, noise and solitude.

As it was my husband’s birthday yesterday, I had to accommodate his birthday desire. This meant I had to get myself excited to do the exact opposite of what I wanted to do — spend the day at St. Joe’s State Park. Now, if you were from St. Louis and reading this you would already know what this means. But for the rest of the world, let me explain why spending the day at a Park has its down side…
St. Joe’s State Park was created on the site of an old lead strip mining site. It encompasses about 2000 acres of soft sand-like material called “tailings” which I imagine the sands of Tahiti to look and feel like. This material is created as some sort of mining by-product and is really quite lovely. So, if you don’t think too much about the possibility of lead contained in the sand then you are alright. There are many little lakes on the Park Property which are good for swimming and lots of little mountains (hills really but since we are in Missouri we shall call them mountains) and good amounts of natural beauty contained in the woods and fields. I imagined seeing hawks soaring, but I think they were actually Turkey Buzzards (YEACH!)
So, you may say, “Gee, despite the possible lead poisoning, it seems like a delicious place to spend the day with your family”. But, dear reader, that is only because I have not yet gotten to the good part…
The most important part of St. Joe’s State Park is that it has been transformed into one of the nations most exciting places to go and ride your motor-cross motorcycles and atvs. In a frenzy of motoring excitement you can ride around through the forests and over the sand dunes till your little heart can take no more excitement or your body gives out from pure exhaustion.
So, the answer is to your inquisitive stare, “Yes, my husband is a “motor-head” and NO, this anomaly did not present itself until we had been married many, many years! It started off with just a fancy for Formula One racing but when his father (who is 80 years old) gave him his old 1970s Yamaha motorcycle, well, - that was that… He was in full fledge-motor-bliss! Now, that same Father (mind you he is 80 years old as I said) is tooling around South Carolina in his latest fast back street bike and pal-ing around with a group of MUCH younger enthusiasts. Why did I not see this coming earlier in my life? I don’t know. What do I expect for my future? I don’t know but please PRAY FOR ME!”
Anyway, back to the main story…
My husband gets this “fancy to ride” quite often and usually I can let him go off with our son and have fun alone. I jump at the opportunity to plead too much housework to go along on the adventure. This usually works though the boys seem greatly disappointed I do not wish to take part in their fun. What are they thinking? Alas, yesterday I could not get out of the birthday motoring, I just had to go along.
The day started with thunderstorms while I was at early mass. This did not deter our motor boys. We drove out of town and passed through several other short storms, but kept going nonetheless. As the boys unpacked their cycles it began to rain again. I stayed in the car thinking it would pass as they rode off into the sand dunes. When our little one wanted to go over to the lake and look for frogs and turtles I decided the rain had stopped enough to chance it. I took a copy of a new book on St. Therese and a couple of towels, my lawn chair and headed off. As I sat down in my chair, the rain started again.
“Oh Therese,” I said in sadness and woe at being trapped at this park of motorcycle madness, “only you can make this rain stop so your book will not get wet and I can try to enjoy this day!”
As I said this exclamatory prayer it INSTANTLY stopped raining. I’m not kiding. I mean - instantly stopped raining. And, it did not rain for the rest of the day! I was able to read with Therese and I was inspired by her words. As I read, my daughter caught little fish in her net and put them in her bucket. She fed them bits of her sandwich (what lucky fish) and I thought of dear Therese catching fish with her father and taking them to Carmel to give to the sister’s to eat. It was good, very good.
So, should I not be surprised that in giving up my day and my will to travel along with my husband’s crazy birthday wish that goodness and mercy would not be shown to me? What a great grace to know that God is so kind and merciful that He would help me in my struggle to be kind to my husband (even when I would rather scrub the kitchen floor with a toothbrush than sit in a park filled with the sound of two-stroke motors and un-muffled engines blaring in my ears!). God knows we are distracted by the world. He knows that we can not even spend even one day quietly in a bit of His glorious and naturally created beauty without hearing the interruptions of manmade noise and confusion. But, oh, if we just seek God, He will seek us.
So I found Him yesterday, with the help of dear Therese, and I love Him for showing Himself to me… Thank you Father.













