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I am a Mom to two small boys. Doing that job humbly, lovingly and faithfully is my path to sainthood.

But also:

My marriage could be better.

My finances could be better.

I do not take care of my health.

I do not take care of my soul.

Those are a lot of major other responsibilities.  Each of those responsibilities come with many, many projects and tasks associated with them. Alas, I get no more than 24 hours in a day - same as you.

How do I keep from wasting time when there are so many important and compelling things to do?  I don't really know, and I'm constantly struggling with my focus.  But right now, before I commit to an action, I try to decide if it's God's will. I ask myself, "Will it make me holier? Will it make me a better Mom?  Will it improve my finances?  Will it help my marriage? Will it make me healthier?"

If the answer is "no" to all of the above, it's probably not God's will.  If the answer is "yes" to one or more of the above, it may not be God's will either, but it's now worth the effort to reflect a moment further.

One can get frozen in analysis paralysis even on the journey to sainthood.  Using the method above keeps me moving, keeps me from procrastinating, and hopefully keeps me from wandering too far afield from God's purpose.

Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.

G.K. Chesterton

One of the hallmarks of a holy person, of a saint, is their ability to be truly present to the people around them.

Because they image Christ to the world. You know, we see Christ shining out of them and what does that feel like to be in the presence of someone who is just such a great mirror of the love of Christ. Well, when you are in their presence, you feel like you are the only one.

from Greg and Lisa Popcak recently on their Catholic radio program More2Life.

Here is the question that is gnawing on me.  How on earth do I become a saint?  I mean, it's so easy to go online and find a 10 step program to accomplish just about everything.  10 Steps to Financial Freedom, 10 Steps to a Bikini Body, 5 Ways to Negotiate Your Way to a Better SalaryFour Ways to Find the Man of Your Dreams, then, of course, you've got to work to keep him from cheating, and on and on and on.

The accomplishment of every worldy ambition has been analyzed and studied and broken down into small, achievable steps that guarantee results if you have the willpower to implement them.

But MrsDiligent needs a self-help book for the otherworldly.  I need someone to break down for me into small, manageable chunks the steps I must follow to love God with all my heart, all my soul and all my mind.   And I do mean small and manageable.  The soul that is starting this project is in pretty bad shape, crusted over with years of selfish and prideful choices.  When even "The Little Way" of St. Therese seems too complicated and transcendental, you know you need something along the lines of "Sainthood for Dummies."

So, I did what anyone would do.  I went to Amazon and asked.  I searched, "how to become a saint?" and this is what I got: An Easy Way to Become a Saint by Father Paul O'Sullivan O.P.  That sounds like exactly what I need!

So, beginning to tomorrow, we will explore what Father O'Sullivan has to say about becoming a saint, easily.

The first sad self truth is that I am not a Saint.  Of all the things that are true about me, that I am not a saint is the most tragic.  But before you bounce off this blog lest the pathos kill you, be assured that this is not a tragic blog. I am terrible at tragedy. I just don't have the disposition for it.

Besides, the fact of the matter is that the only reason I'm not a saint is that my heart wasn't in it, not really.  For all the usual reasons, which I'll tackle here eventually.

And, if I'm honest, my heart still isn't in it.  But I've experienced a sea change and come to realize (kicking and screaming) that my heart doesn't have to be in it, so long as are my head and my will.

Therefore, I am committing, here and now, to becoming a saint.  Not a great saint, but a very ordinary, humble, hidden, anonymous one.

Tomorrow, we'll discuss what this project entails, and meet our guide for Phase I.