Thursday, September 29, 2011

Pope Benedict XVI on Sainthood

Following some advice given by the good Abbot last night at Bible Study,
I read Pope Benedict XVI's recent address from the Vigil with young people,
given at Fair, Freiburg im Breisgau on Saturday, 24 September 2011.

The whole thing is indeed well worth reading, but here's a long quote of my favorite part:

Often it is thought that a saint has to be someone with great ascetic and moral achievements, who might well be revered, but could never be imitated in our own lives. How false and discouraging this opinion is! There is no saint, apart from the Blessed Virgin Mary, who has not also known sin, who has never fallen. Dear friends, Christ is not so much interested in how often in our lives we stumble and fall, as in how often with his help we pick ourselves up again. He does not demand glittering achievements, but he wants his light to shine in you. He does not call you because you are good and perfect, but because he is good and he wants to make you his friends. Yes, you are the light of the world because Jesus is your light. You are Christians – not because you do special and extraordinary things, but because he, Christ, is your life, our life. You are holy, we are holy, if we allow his grace to work in us.



Today is the Feast of the Holy Archangels:
Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael.

There are just nine days left until my Entrance Day,
perfect for a Novena for the following intentions

That I might be faithful to prayer and to God's will at every moment
Healing and grace for friends in pain and need
Grace for my family and friends, especially priests and seminarians
All the intentions entrusted to my prayers

~a prayer just for today~

God our Father, 
in a wonderful way you guide the work of angels and men.
May those who serve you constantly in heaven
keep our lives safe from all harm on earth.

Grant this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son,
who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit,
one God, forever and ever amen!
(-Closing prayer from the Liturgy of the Hours for today)

Blessed be God forever, for ages unending, amen!

Monday, September 26, 2011

Home again

As I unpack my bags,
I pause for a moment to look at the crucifix hanging above my bed
and I sigh, “Home.”

My heart and soul are at peace
after a beautiful trip to the mountain country
where I was born.

Grace upon grace showers down on me in these last few weeks
as I finally realize how dear they all are,
my family far and near,
only when it’s time to say goodbye.

And prayers fall from my heart,
through my lips,
on my breath as I have learned from holy people.

I pray calmly, quietly,
as I unpack my bags,
at home only for a time.

Lord, help me to live these last few weeks—days!
one day at a time, in the moment.
Thank you for all the precious moments!”

11 days left, and I give thanks for:

-those mountains surrounding me for the last time : : homecoming over and over again
-American Cassinise Benedictines : : Mass with seminarians 
-The Blessed Virgin Mary and St. Joseph, looking after everyone in that house
-knowing that Sara is at peace : : and it's not too late to get to know her better
-this post, making me even more grateful for the rich correspondences I have enjoyed over the last few years

Joining the Gratitude Community at A Holy Experience today and every Monday 
(but there is only one Monday left until E-Day!)
Blessed be God forever!

One day at a time...

Monday, September 19, 2011

It's time to Choose Joy!

Gitzen Girl is taking the Christian Blogosphere by storm...why have I not known her until now?

How can I live as she dies, this incredibly strong woman who has strengthened so many hearts with her words?

I thank God for her life, hidden from me until now, now revealed for His Glory forever.

And I live. I love. I choose Joy.

There are many more tributes online, at Craig's, Ann's, and countless other blogs...go check them out, and join me in praying for Sara as she finishes the race!

counting down the days and still counting gifts

19 days left until my Entrance Day and what am I doing?

Trying to live life as normally as possible, right here, right now,
even as love grows more intense, more urgent with every passing day.

My sister throws herself into my arms over and over again and I don't mind because I know I'll miss her, too.

My brother and I, we dream big, and build tall. Another ball tower, weeks in the making...and it is amazing!

And I yell at him and his teammates on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, cheering them to run fast and hard and well. And he does, he runs the 5k in under19 minutes, breaking his record from last year.

I spend time with beautiful children across the street, and every day I learn love, so many ways I never dreamed of. So many precious moments here!

The students have been back for a week, and though I know only too few of their names, they are part of my family, too. It's a crazy wonderful family, and I'm thankful to be here, if only for a time...

This week, I am going to visit my mother's family for a few days, and hopefully visiting a priest friend  who lives in their area as well, if God wills it. But how will I say goodbye to the land of my first birth?

And I have a letter to write, possibly the last one for some time.
Lord, please help me find the words to say thank-you again!

Giving thanks for God's super-abundant gifts:

-time away from the blog to clear my head...
-but still finding time to write a post on a Sunday afternoon, giving thanks
-a surprise for my sister nearly done
-hugs, hugs, and more hugs
-brother takes me to Compline twice a week : : it's never too late!
-sister's delicious chocolate brownies
-crocheting blue yarn in the round
-advice from a friend
-the Saint Song (just plain fun!)

-tears of fatigue : : tension melting away : : rest
-the last beautiful letter in this series
-more fun with rubber stamps
photo by my neighbor, mother of 3!
-train whistle wishes
-chasing that beautiful toddler across the plaza
- Baby Bjorn : : picture of three girls ready for an adventure

(there were three of us in this picture, but I didn't ask for permission from the parents of the other two to post their pictures online, so just me here. Sorry. But imagine, if you can, a beautiful baby girl in a baby carrier and my sister at my side--that's her hand on my shoulder)

-bursting out happy smiles on our faces

-finding a classmate and cross-country captain at the meet
-cheering the team until my voice starts to give : : 18:59!
-a random kid's thoughtful thanks for my encouragement
-apple cinnamon muffins for breakfast
-running around with 4 amazing kids again : : joy, joy, joy, joy : :Go, Go, Go! on an adventure

Joining the Gratitude Community at A Holy Experience today and every Monday 
(but there are only two Mondays left until E-Day!)
Blessed be God forever!

Sunday, September 18, 2011

E.E. Milne, Papa Haydn, and Song of Songs...

In other words, it's been a beautiful evening!
I just finished reading A.A. Milne's masterpiece Once on a Time, just for fun between other things.

Here are some (rather long) excerpts from my favorite part:

(background first) Wiggs is a young girl who has always dreamed of being a beautiful, graceful dancer. One day, a fairy gave her a magic ring that would grant her a good wish if she managed to do only good for a whole day, and a bad wish if she managed to do only bad for a whole day. After being good for a whole day, she makes a very difficult decision, a decision which she thinks will help another but prevent her dearest wish from coming true, and then she runs away from the castle, into the forest...

It was very quiet in the forest. At the foot of her own favorite tree, a veteran of many hundred summers who stood sentinel over an open glade that dipped to a gurgling brook and climbed gently away from it, she sat down. On the soft green yonder she might have danced, an enchanted place, and now—never, never, never...
            How long had she sat there? It must have been a long time—because the forest had been so quiet, and now it was so full of sound. The trees were murmuring something to her, and the birds were singing it, and the brook was trying to tell it too, but would keep chuckling over the very idea so that you could hardly hear what it was saying, and there were rustlings in the grass—“Get up, get up,” everything was calling to her; “dance, dance.”
           She got up, a little frightened. Everything seemed so strangely beautiful. She had never felt it like this before. Yes, she would dance. She must say “Thank you” for all this somehow; perhaps they would excuse her if it was not very well expressed.
            “This will just be for ‘Thank you,’” she said as she got up. 
“I shall never dance again.”
            And then she danced...
(Milne, A.A. Once on a Time, 156)

 Of course I can't help reading into this beautiful passage a bit, bringing my faith into it. I love the sacramentality of nature in what Wiggs experiences here. The beauty of the world, compelling us to dance, to sing, to praise. We must say "Thank You" to God in whatever way we can, even if it is "not very well expressed."

This reminds me of some lines from a song I got to sing in choir two years ago; 
Haydn's "The Heavens are Telling":

The Heavens are telling the glory of God,
The wonder of his work displays the firmament...
In all the lands resounds the word,
Never unperceived, ever understood.

And there is one more passage that I have to share from Milne, which appears shortly after the one quoted above...

...There is blue magic in the morning; the sky, deep-blue above, melts into white where it meets the hills. The wind waits for you up yonder—will you go to meet it? Ah, stay here! The hedges have put on their green coats for you; misty green are the tall elms from which the rooks are chattering. Along the clean white road, between the primrose banks, he comes. Will you be round this corner?—or the next? He is looking for you...
(Milne, A.A. Once on a Time, 158)

Sadly, I was unable to find a picture to capture these words, but maybe some more words from another book might do?

Hark, my Lover, here He comes!...My Lover is mine, and I am His!

Enough said.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

At the Foot of the Cross

 Listening to Kathryn Scott's At the Foot of the Cross right now...a perfect song for today...

Here are Kathryn Scott's beautiful lyrics, story afterward:

(by Fra Angelico)
 At the foot of the cross
Where grace and suffering meet
You have shown me Your love
Through the judgment You received

And You've won my heart
Yes You've won my heart
Now I can

Trade these ashes in for beauty
And wear forgiveness like a crown
Coming to kiss the feet of mercy
I lay every burden down
At the foot of the cross

At the foot of the cross
Where I am made complete
You have given me life
Through the death You bore for me

I'm laying every burden down
I'm laying every burden down 

This afternoon, I was sent home early to rest after a good talk with the matriarch across the road. She is so good to me, and I am so grateful for all her help getting through this time of transition in my life. It's been busy lately, and I'm trying to figure out how to balance everything--helping her, family life, spiritual life...ideally everything would come together organically and overlap, and I would not waste so much time on the internet when I come home in the evenings!

But I am not so good at time management these days. I've got to start going cold-turkey on the internet, or something almost as strict. It's nearly time to give up on this blogging thing. It was good this summer, but now it's becoming a burden, so quickly, and I've got to learn to let go of everything that holds me back and keeps me from getting to bed at a decent hour at night. Drafting posts for the next day doesn't help, and I can't imagine having a blog and not posting on every feast day, every experience in my life, significant or's becoming a bit of an addiction, and I'll definitely have to pray about this. Either way, there are only 23 days left until my entrance into the convent, so time is limited anyway!

I'm laying every burden down...and I am grateful for every manifestation of the Cross in my life, especially on this day. Though I've run from every single splinter of the Cross, and screamed, and been absolutely contrary all my life, I want to turn around and embrace God's will for me forever, in joy and in sorrow, in strength and weakness, in sickness and in health, until death.

I'm laying every burden down...

The Glorious Cross of Christ

Photo by Lawrence Lew O.P.

 Today is the feast
of the Triumph of the Holy Cross...

and in light of this great feast,
I reflect on some words...

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from St. Paul's Letter to the Philippians:

Christ, though he was in the form of God, did not deem equality with God
something to be grasped at,
but emptied himself,
taking on the form of a slave...
so God exalted him,
giving him the name
above every other name!

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Jesus' own invitation to deny ourselves, take up our crosses, and follow Him...
and His reminder that there is no greater love than that one should lay down one's life for one's friends.

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from a recent letter from a friend:

"Love which refuses to serve is not love at all."

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 Love's Lesson that:

"if love can be earned, it is not love."

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And above all, John's reason for hope:
"God so loved the world that he gave his only Son so that whoever believes in him may not die but may have eternal life!" (John 3:16)

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no time for elaboration/'s another day at my neighbors'...nothing left but love!

Ave Crux, spes unica!

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Lest I ever Confuse the Two Again (II)

(edited re-post from the end of July, because hanging out with beautiful children takes precedence over blog originality right now...)

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Saint Peter Chrysologus is decidedly not the same as Saint John Chrysostom. But I must admit, I get the two mixed up rather easily. It's a good thing I have the Patron Saint Index to get me un-confused. Here's what I've learned (hopefully some of it will stick):

Today's saint is John Chrysostom
 He lived from 347 until 407
In 398 he was appointed bishop of Constantinople
Because of his beautiful sermons, people gave him the nickname "Chrysostom" or "Golden tongue" (now you see why I get the two mixed up so easily?!)
In 451 he was recognized as a Doctor of the Church
He is the patron saint of Constantinople/Istanbul, orators, preachers, and speakers
He is also invoked against epilepsy

Peter Chrysologus is remembered on July 30.
He lived from 406 until 450
In 433 he became the Bishop of Ravena, Italy
Fought Monopyhsitism, which is the heresy that Jesus only had one nature
Because of his beautiful sermons, people gave him the nickname "Chrysologus" or "Golden word"
However, he was not proclaimed a Doctor of the Church until 1729
He is the patron saint against fever and against mad dogs.

Here's a quote from John Chrysostom:

"God asks little, but He gives much.

And another one, from today's Office of Readings:

"If God wants something, let it be done! If he wants me to stay here, I am grateful. But wherever he wants me to be, I am no less grateful." (from a homily by Saint John Chrysostom, bishop)

Amen! Blessed be God forever, in all His angels and all His saints! Amen!

Monday, September 12, 2011

Three Women Named Mary

On Saturday morning, I wear my blue "i love babies" t-shirt,
and after Mass, I wait for the woman who asked me to help out at a yard sale.

I make my thanksgiving for Communion,
for the gift of the Lord's presence in my heart by the statue of Mary.

And the widow stops to say hello.
Holding out her hands to me, she tells me that I am so beautiful, that God must be pleased with me,
and she wants to keep in touch when I go away...we will exchange addresses soon.

Only later do I realize that what she sees is not what I see,
and I am humbled by her praise,
because God only let her see the beautiful in me--His gift,
though I can often only see the ugly in me--my sins, my weaknesses, my faults, my brokenness.

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On that sunny Saturday afternoon, at the yard sale, I see a woman in blue stop and bend over.
She cannot take another step.

I ask, "are you all right ma'am?" but she does not respond.

A tall man catches up with her, and she begs him to let her have a smoke.
We are on school property, a parish school, and he says to her,

"no, Mary. You can't smoke here."
 She pleads and pleads, but he will not let her,
so she goes and sits on the curb, alone,
until it is time for them to go.

My heart is breaking, for her, for him, for all who struggle in this world...
"is this what addiction does, Lord?"

And as I look from one to the other, the man notices my worried stare,
my curiosity that I cannot contain, and apologizes to me.
He apologizes, and I can see how much her pain hurts him, though he tries to hide it.
I realize that he has to deal with this every day, and he can do it, but he can't.
And I don't know what to say, what to do, but I pray.

Sweet Jesus, blessed Mary, pray for us and give strength to her, patience to him, grace to all!

Later, I realize that this Mary was obedient, even at the cost of suffering,
and I am sure that our encounter was not an accident or a coincidence.

Blessed Pope John Paul II says, "In the designs of Providence, there are no coincidences."
(Weigel, George. Witness to Hope, p. 440)

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Today is the feast of the Most Holy Name of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

After the name of Jesus, the name of Mary is the holiest, most beautiful name in the history of the world.
This is because Mary is the holiest, most beautiful woman who ever lived.
And we should never be afraid to take her as our Mother, to call on her name for help.
She will not take us to herself alone, but will lead us to her Son, for our salvation and the glory of God.

For Mary knows our joys, but she also shares in our struggles, our weaknesses, our burdens...
more than any other woman, she knows all this.
She was with me and the widow in church, looking with a mother's love on both of us.
She was with me when I realized how unworthy I am of the widow's love, let alone Mary's and God's!
She was with Mary on the curb, helping her to be obedient,
and with the man who cares for Mary, helping him to love patiently.
She watches us all bear our crosses behind our Lord,
intercedes for us with a mother's love,
and will be with us, rejoicing when we rise with Him.

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I rejoice with Mary on this, her nameday, and I give thanks to God the Father through her...

1000+x+22...and still counting...
for my mother's broken toe on the mend day by day : : the Abbots' reactions and her rebuttal

joys of nanny work : : red baby jogger : : just-in-time diaper change : : "Daddy Loves Me" onesie

oddly familiar laugh lines on an unfamiliar face : : sister's help : : yard sale ladies in leis 
knots, knots, knots : : good children : : lighthouse ring-toss : : a secret surprise for my helper in the works

more K'nex adventures : : the last hurrah : : "zi-ba-zi-ba-zib-zib" she sings and we laugh

banana cake with chocolate frosting : : crows summoning us to the picnic : : swooping swallows-bug control!

sister time : : new year at the high-school begins tomorrow : : more nanny work this week

Joining the Gratitude Community at A Holy Experience today and every Monday:
Blessed be God forever!

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Busy but Blessed

It has been a busy but blessed week.

Most every day from Monday to Friday has been spent across the street
with three of the most beautiful kids in the world.
Running around with strollers, bottle feeding, building blocks, fun!

Days of playing nanny and mother's helper from 8:15-4:30
doesn't leave much time or energy for anything else,
but as I told a friend, it doesn't matter all that much in the end.
God's will, God's providence, has placed me here,
given me these things to do, and if I can do them with love, that is enough.
And over the last two weeks, I have been learning to love what I do.
God has given me a growth in confidence,
more than I had when I started out
trying to fill my sister's shoes in that household.
May He be blessed forever!

Today, on my day 'off', I spent several hours
helping out at a yard sale for the local Woman to Woman crisis pregnancy center.
I was a little bit nervous about this, but in the end it was a very good experience.
It was wonderful to see so many different people, and to pray for them,
and to know that a few hours of my service could make a difference in the life of a woman in need.
So I am exceedingly grateful to the woman who not only put it all together,
but also invited me to help out with the children's games,
and also to my mother, who not only helped make some of the games better,
but also baked the best chocolate chip cookies ever.

Home again, I found this beautiful video on In the Heart of my Home.

Just beautiful. The last few moments sent chills down my back.

That's enough for now...
I have to look at the Mass readings for tomorrow,
listen to Word to Life,
and work on a surprise for my littlest sister (something I got for a donation at the yard sale)

Sweet Jesus, Jesus Love,
before I go, a few words, please.
I ask that You bless all the kids and families who came to the yard sale,
all the volunteers and people who contributed to this day in any way.
Bless also the women who will benefit from the proceeds, Lord,
You know what they need, and will give it.
My Jesus, I love You.
My Jesus, I trust in You.
My Jesus, I adore You!

Praise be to God
for the grace of this day,
for the grace of this week,
and for the promise that next week holds in store (including more nanny work!)

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Happy Birthday, dearest Mother!

Today is the Feast of the Nativity of Mary.

Murillo's "The Birth of the Virgin Mary"
and now, here are some semi-poetic thoughts, 
sparked by the realization that Murillo painted 
Baby Jesus and Baby Mary looking at one another!

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At Her Nativity
O dear Mary, mother Mine,
I have waited nine months to see your face!
Hidden within your mother's womb
I let you grow in silence
and now, here you are!
You are Mine, and I am yours!

O sweet Jesus, Son of God
quickly come!
Hidden in my womb
you will grow in silence
indeed, here I am: I am for You!
You are mine, and I am yours!

Do not be afraid of angel greetings
Do not be afraid of prophesy
or of the bitter road that lies ahead
All generations will call you blessed 
because of Me:
You are Mine, and I am yours!

How can I say if I will be afraid
there will be much to fear, I know
especially on that dreadful hill 
but my Fiat I will give to You
every day of my life,
You are mine and I am Yours!

Do not be afraid, most pure one
you will see the face of God and live
 Little one, you are a child now
but one day  you shall be 
the mother of all of God's children
for You are Mine, and I am yours!

I am not afraid, for You are my purity,
my God, my Son, and my Life
Yes, I am a child now, a little one always
but one day I shall be
the mother of all little ones
for You are mine, and I am Yours!

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Sweet Jesus, Jesus Love,
You are mine, and I am Yours!
Thank You for the gift of Your Mother, my Mother!

Blessed Mother Mary, 
pray for us who have recourse to thee!

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

A Great Victory!

Now I have yet another reason to be proud of my Dominican brethren:

Dominican Province of St. Joseph | Dominicans Triumph Over Marians, 14-8 Blog |

(I never thought I'd be posting baseball scores here, but hey, there's a first time for everything, right?!)

Novena to Our Lady of Sorrows

Brief Introduction:

The Feast of Our Lady of Sorrows is on September 15th,
the day after the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross.

I am praying this Novena
to Our Lady of Sorrows
for nine days, beginning today,
for the following intentions:

-a greater love for Christ's Cross

-healing for a dear friend

The Novena:

Pray the Hail Mary seven times while meditating on the Seven Sorrows of our Lady: 
*The Prophecy of Simeon
*The Flight into Egypt
*The Loss of Jesus in the Temple
*The Meeting of Jesus and Mary on the Way of the Cross
*The Crucifixion
*The Taking Down of the Body of Jesus from the Cross
*Jesus laid in the Tomb

Let us pray,
O God, at Whose passion,
according to the prophesy of holy Simeon,
a sword of grief
pierced the most sweet soul
of the glorious Mary, Virgin and Mother;
grant, in Thy mercy,
that we who honor the memory of her sorrows
may gain the happy fruit of Thy sufferings.
Who livest and reignest
world without end.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Multitude Monday

(just an old picture I drew w/Paint a few years ago)
Now, with little more than a month left at home, 

moments are all I have,

and moments are all I have to deal with.

This double truth

is a double grace

and I am giving thanks today 

for God's superabundant gifts of grace: 


-Thursday evening phone call : : a chair to hold me : : joy and thanksgiving running over
- Living Engaged to Him now : : thoughtful responses to my news coming in every day : :
so much love : : so many words of encouragement!

-Catholic family across the road : : tomatoes and strawberries : : talk of engagement with one who understands -she baked an extra loaf of bread for them  

-SeƱor's wisdom : : sharing his "I told you so" laughter

-no one at home at the wrong door : : orange crescent moon setting over the Bay : : Coyote lessons : : Guardian angel : : encouragement from a Christian friend : : wondering about angels
-I am not alone : : I am not independent

-encouragement from my grandmother to keep writing : : a generous aunt

-fun with K'nex creating Archimedean Excogitation Jr. (a.k.a. the Entropy Machine),
a modified version of the trampoline tower : : teamwork vs entropy
-Discovering George Rhoads and finding a video of the Archimedian Excogitation (Senior) online

-patient friends who do not give up on me, no matter how long it takes to respond to their letters
-fun with rubber stamps and markers

-Family Games on Sunday : : Monopoly after Holy Mass: : Scrabble after Dinner

-a new week for moments.

Joining the Gratitude Community at A Holy Experience today and every Monday:

Blessed be God forever!

Saturday, September 3, 2011

My Guardian Angel...

Source AMAZING! 

And so are God's people.
Generous people.
Forgiving people.
Kind people.
Helpful people.
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When her parents asked me if I needed a ride home
after a babysitting job late last night,
I said, "I think I'm all set, thanks."

Normally I take a golf cart from the club
up to the other side of the golf course and walk home from there.
It's only about a 3 minute drive followed by a 5 minute walk
all in familiar territory.


Late last night, when I got to the carts,
I stopped for a moment, wondering.
What was that noise coming from the woods?
Crazy shrieking, laughing, howling.
Coyote party!

I was terrified.

"Lord, help me! What am I to do?
I can't go home alone tonight!"

And I prayed to my guardian angel
for help and protection
as I swallowed my pride
and went back to the room named "Courageous."

He was very understanding, and came down with me.
He took me home the long way,
the safe way,
 six, seven minutes by car.

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Tonight, I am going back to babysit again.
But this time, I will borrow my mother's cell phone
so that I can call my father late at night
to come take me home the long way,
the safe way,
five, six minutes by car.

Earlier, part of me wanted to attempt the cart drive and walk home
just to prove my faith in the protection of my guardian angel.
I was a little bit ashamed  of being so scared last night!

Then I realized,
thinking about the Guardian Angel prayer,
that my fear was healthy and can be seen as guidance from my Guardian Angel.
After all, his job is not only to protect, but also to guide.

It would have been rash to have attempted to drive the cart through the woods and walk home on my own. Maybe nothing would have happened to me, but I have no way of knowing that.

God's grace works in mysterious ways.
My Guardian Angel saved me from the coyotes last night by letting me be afraid.  

And tonight, as the sun sets on another beautiful day,
I prepare to go
and return safely from another babysitting job
with my father's help,
I pray to my Guardian Angel
in thanksgiving for the love he has shown me in the past
and in petition that I may always live under his protection
and in the light of his wisdom:

Guardian Angel
my guardian dear
to whom God's love
commits me here,
Ever this day
be at my side
to light and to guard
to rule and to guide.

Thanks be to God for my Guardian Angel,
for my father,
for my mother,
and for the kind people of Courageous.

Sweet Jesus, Jesus Love,
I love You!

Friday, September 2, 2011

Into Deep Water...


The phone rang yesterday evening.

It was so good to hear her voice again, at last!

Someone thoughtfully set a chair behind me 
 as I exclaimed, "Thanks be to God!"

And now, everything is different 
even though nothing has changed.

I am setting out into deep water this September, 
 but not leaving my childhood home until October.

Already, but not yet...

 I am no longer an aspirant, Lord, what am I?


Thanks be to God! 

Thursday, September 1, 2011

September's Invitation and Challange

from today's Gospel:

"Put out into deep water..." (Luke 5:4)

This was Jesus' invitation to Simon and his companions.

Obedience to God's call leads to participation in His life,
an abundance of grace far beyond our understanding.

Two thousand years later, his invitation still stands for each one of us.

How will I respond?

Luke says this of the disciples:

"When they brought their boats to the shore, 
they left everything and followed him." (Luke 5:11)

I want to live these lines from the Gospel this month.
Every day, in big and small ways.






and above all, Love!

Love says,

"Do not be afraid." (Luke 5:10)

Lord, I am not afraid,
as long as You are with me.
Help me to do the Father's Will.
Help me to pray well for the fishers of men,
for the salvation of souls
that all may glorify Your Holy Name.