tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70673526491712897842024-03-13T12:22:41.481-05:00Coffee With a Catholic WomanAn American Catholic Perspective, wrong in all the right ways.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-86883800204558053202016-03-25T13:20:00.001-05:002016-03-25T13:20:36.385-05:00Lent, Good Friday, and The Feast of the AnnunciationHello readers if you are out there. I am sorry to have left you for such a long while. I hope this finds you all well.<br />
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Lent is ending. I think a lot during Lent because it is a very purifying time for me. During this time, I spend much of spiritual energy releasing the hurts that I have accumulated and over the year. So, it is true that I am generally, a very sensitive person throughout this period of the year.<br />
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It is interesting to me that no matter how thoroughly I forgive, the scars on my spirit do not disappear or blend. They are permanent. <br />
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During Holy Week I focus on how Jesus died for my trespasses against God. I focus on the sacrifice he made for my spirit and that of mankind. I focus on the pains that I may have caused the people I love and anyone else over the year.<br />
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On this especially rare Good Friday and Feast of the Annunciation, I reflect on parenthood. There is risk that we all take as parents when we say yes to a new life and the joy children bring. When we say yes to this we also say yes to the sadness that come from watching them struggle through life's obstacle course. I am especially thoughtful of all the parents that have lost their children. These parents share this pain with Mary and somehow manage to gracefully recover.<br />
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I will never see another Feast of the Annunciation and Good Friday on the same day in my lifetime. So, I am especially grateful for the reminder of what can be if we have faith. <br />
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Have a Blessed Good Friday and Feast of the Annunciation! <br />
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-50729527452907368092014-07-16T12:00:00.002-05:002014-07-16T12:00:19.367-05:00RestingLife is hard for everyone, including me. <br />
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So, I will be gone for a while, focusing on my life. God's Blessings be in your mind, in your words, and in your heart.<br />
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Catholic WomanMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-20663016279602240202014-05-26T16:44:00.000-05:002014-05-26T16:44:08.207-05:00What I heard on Sunday...Well it is that time again. I got an itch to write for my blog again. I want to do another What I heard on Sunday entry.<br />
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I like these entries because they always seem to speak to the heart. And I mean straight to the heart of what matters. This week we covered Jesus' commandment, "Love each other as I have loved you." <br />
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I found this homily especially good because I was struggling to love the guy behind me who insisted on tickling and agitating his toddler throughout the entire mass. I mean yes better than the crying but, still VERY disruptive. And I am not one that thinks kids should be removed from mass. I just think there is time for tickling and time for worship. And don't get me started on the woman that pulled out her phone to let her kids play while mass was going and.... you see? Hard to be loving when I was being perfectly judgmental. So I missed some of what was said but, I did hear a good portion of the homily.<br />
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Anyway. Our priest talked about marriage and the relationships that fail because we fail to love each other as Jesus has loved us. He talked about the many couples he has counseled and how it boiled down to one or both spouses didn't feel loved by the other. Some, broke marriage vows; some just never said, "I love you." All with the same result-- they wanted to end a "loveless" relationship. And it made me really question whether or not my own spouse knows how much I love him.<br />
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When I hang up the phone with him, I always say, "I love you." Always. I never miss the chance to tell him. But, I wonder if it seems watered down because it is habit. Well, it isn't. I mean it with every ounce of me. I love this man as much as anyone could ever love another person. I love him as Jesus has loved me-endlessly. <br />
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So, what I heard on Sunday is this: Love your spouse. Find out how this person perceives Love. Is it with gifts, food, intimacy, words, actions? Show them you love them in the way they can understand it and hear you. Never pass up a moment to love your spouse. Get your message across. Do not take for granted that your spouse knows that you love them. Make it their truth.<br />
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<br />Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-65527485988481321912014-03-28T16:59:00.001-05:002014-03-28T16:59:35.495-05:00What I heard in Mass on SundayThere is a radio show that I listen to which discusses what was heard in Mass the previous Sunday. Typically, they discuss the readings how they pertain to us today. <br />
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So, I heard the question over the air and I realized that I didn't hear much of the the Homily. What I heard at Mass was a weeping man. I was completely distracted. The poor soul was on his knees weeping and gulping back his sobs. He was cleanly dressed in black with a rosary around his neck (which is ever odd to me). He carried in his own age worn Sunday Missal. His Amens were louder and clearer than those around us. He sang loudly as he patted his heart and rocked to the tempo.<br />
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But, when it came down to kneeling for prayer, he could not suppress his tears. I didn't know how to respond, if at all. When someone weeps, we should offer acknowledgement at the least. Right? Tears and whimpers are born of pain. I offered him a brown paper napkin with Mission Burritos printed on it (it was all I had in my purse). He, gratefully, accepted it and continued his prayer (and crying). I turned to my two boys and hugged them and kissed their hair. I prayed for relief for the crying man and for the purification of the soul of my brother.<br />
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I hope that the next time I see the man with the tender heart, he is not sad. I hope God answered his prayer.<br />
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Blessings to all of you who weep silently or out loud. ♥<br />
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I came across a woman (employee) at the neighborhood bulk store (which is decorated in RED and the employees wear red (and khaki) and I avoid wearing red when I go there) and she tried to steady herself on my cart. When this happens one quickly checks on the person to see if they need help. So, I followed suit. Then she leans over and tells me, "I am fighting cancer and I feel sick and nauseated too. I had my chemo this morning and it is really taking it out of me."<br />
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I didn't know what to say. People just say things to me, I don't always say something back. Most of the time I just listen and let them talk. I asked her if she needed to sit down or for me to call someone to come help her get to a resting place. She declined, said she needed to work and that she was fine just tired and woozy. She chatted with me about her four year old daughter and how she loves certain bubble bath and body washes. And how she loves to play dress up. We talked about skin care and eczema and motherhood. <br />
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She eventually said, "I am not worried. I have a good outlook on this thing. I will go in for my numbers next week and they will go down." I told her that I am sorry she has this battle to deal with and that she is not alone. She smiled. We exchanged pleasantries. I wished her well and walked away.<br />
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I haven't stopped thinking about her. She made an impression on me. Despite what she said, I know she is concerned about her well being. But more so, I know she is concerned about her daughter. So, I pray for the woman in red (and khaki). May her spirit be held up and her courage maintained as she battles this horrible cancer. May her worry for her daughter be soothed. May she regain her healed body. Amen.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-67546198628213350272014-02-18T17:20:00.000-06:002014-02-18T17:20:03.697-06:00Beginning Catholic Spirituality Catholic Spirituality seems like a mystery to many. I have had conversations with people of other faiths (christian and non christian) in which my religion is seen as lacking in spirituality. Generally, I don't argue with people who don't know Catholicism. I probe to find out what they know. Even those that were once Catholic or even raised Catholic, have very little knowledge about our religion and spiritual practices. I am no different. I learn much by listening, studying, and asking questions.<br />
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So, I decided to share some Catholic spirituality in several posts. My fear is that this could drive away my [very few] readers.<br />
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The first act of spirituality I would like to discuss is the Catholic Crossing of one self. This is not only the first act of spirituality taught to children and initiates but, it is the most recognized act or gesture across the globe. When anyone crosses themselves, just about anyone knows that the person is of the Catholic faith.<br />
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Now, to many this just seems rote or reflex gesture. And for many it is. But it still means something huge. It is our way of connecting hear and there. Our link between seen and unseen, this realm and the next realm, what is know and what is unknown, it connects us to the trinity. It is automatic, it is fast, it is special, it is a life line for Catholics. We do this when we can't even think of prayers. Catholics do this at just about anything that touches their spirit. We do it at church, we do it driving on the highway as we pass accidents or graveyards, we do it in the middle of the night when we wake up frightened, we do it when we are happy or relieved, we do it to end and start our prayers, it is something that is appropriate at any time for us.<br />
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Some might say, well you don't have to do gestures to connect with God. True, but we are not just our minds and spirits, we are also our bodies too. We feel in more than just tactile or just heart. We are with God more than just in mind and spirit.<br />
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Doing "The Sign of the Cross" is the simplest and most powerful blessing that can be taught to anyone in the Catholic faith. It automatically consecrates our beings to God and holiness in less than a minute. It is the beginning of Catholic Spirituality for me.<br />
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<br />Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-24490302207186929852014-01-06T09:54:00.000-06:002014-01-06T09:55:42.384-06:00Christmas SeasonIn the US, most of our world is run via the secular retail establishments. And this year it seemed to affect me more than past years.<br />
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Most of my readers may already know this but, I am not a person that opens gifts and forgets about the rest of the Season. Yesterday was Twelfth Night--(that's right the 12th Day of Christmas that people sing about but, don't seem to recognize anymore). Today, is the Epiphany--(the day that Jesus was revealed to found by the Magis). And we close the Christmas Season next week on the Baptism of Jesus.<br />
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So, this year it was just such a clinical run through on so many fronts. I mean it seemed like culture was doing what it could to push past the season, to get it done and out of the way. Gifts seemed so impersonal. And then Christmas Day came and the season shut down. The stores were cleared out, the singing stopped. And people stopped lighting their homes and Christmas Trees. There was a race to post on social media sites to report how quickly Christmas was removed from home decor. People keep talking about how quickly Christmas is over.<br />
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For me, Christmas Season is still here. And I don't relish in removing the lights. I enjoy looking at my lights and my ornaments and all the little bits of Christmas around. I am still going to light up my fireplace mantel and Christmas Tree. My husband asked for a new batch of Christmas cookies. I plan to make them today. I am so happy that Christmas is not removed from my house just yet. You are welcomed to visit us too if you need a dose of Christmas in January.<br />
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Merry Christmas!<br />
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This is a little bit I want to try to once a week. But, that of course, is ambitious. I will be finding the sacred in the secular world. Because sometimes we need a little something that whispers God's love to us, it may not come in the form of a scripture or some holy book. <br />
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He may just send you an angel to sing to you and love you. <br />
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This song is especially beautiful and resonates the comfort that God offers to us. It is our gift to accept. Perfect love, sung in an angel's voice.<br />
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May the ever-loving God bless your day.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-44135193623545181652013-12-10T18:44:00.000-06:002013-12-10T18:44:38.916-06:00Advent 2013Some of the fun things about being a Catholic is the many traditions that are practiced. One, which we practice at home, is the lighting of the Advent candles.<br />
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Traditionally, these are lit on Sundays each representing each of the four weeks of Advent. We light them throughout the week and eat candle light dinners by them. My kids absolutely love this Advent tradition. There is something about handling fire that is very attractive to young people. Surprisingly, we have very thoughtful conversations during our dinners. <br />
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For a great explanation of the symbolism of the Advent Wreath visit <a href="http://www.catholiceducation.org/articles/religion/re0132.html" target="_blank">Catholic Education Resource Center</a>.<br />
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<br />Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-74227103557933926312013-11-24T21:43:00.001-06:002013-11-24T21:43:46.011-06:00Christ the KingToday is a special day in the Catholic Religion. It is the end of the liturgical year and sort of like the New Year's Eve celebration. On this holiday, we don't really make resolutions, we ask ourselves if we have lived a year with Christ as our King.<br />
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Now, I know that many people don't like the idea of Christ being King. They think king and their minds automatically run to oppressor, punisher, wrathful, untouchable, and even irrational the list goes on. This is fine, it is how the world is. Christ is a completely different kind of King.<br />
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So, this year I have asked myself the question with a true heart. I know that Christ was my King this past year. I wasn't a perfect Catholic. I don't think I will ever be perfect. But, Christ was my center all year long. My life was for Jesus this year and for no one else.<br />
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So, here is to a great year of faith. I am looking forward to another year as a Roman Catholic. I hope the new year will be as blessed as this one.<br />
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God's peace to you.<br />
<br />Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-44694134457684687832013-11-19T15:43:00.000-06:002013-11-19T15:43:01.857-06:00Eau Christmas TreeWe haven't used (killed) a fresh Christmas Tree in years (at least a decade or more). But, today as I walked into the local big box hardware store, I couldn't escape the intoxicating scent of the fir trees. <br />
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I am woods person anyway. If I could have anything in the world it would be a forest of beautiful trees. The dark cool shadows it casts on the ground, the rich clean scent of pine needles and earth mixed beneath my feet. Yes, that is for me.<br />
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And then it occurred to me with great celebration in my heart. There will be Christmas Trees in Heaven! Anything that smells that wonderful as it decays must absolutely be in the next life. <br />
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I can't think of something else that smells better as it breaks down. I mean you know jack-o-lanterns smell like gag while they rot, Easter eggs.... I don't think I need to explain this to you. But, it was just an funny thought I had today. Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-49508730469874849072013-10-15T16:01:00.000-05:002013-10-15T16:01:09.498-05:00Themes of DetachmentI listened to a homily on the subject of our call to detachment. It really resonated with me. In sincerity. We are fairly willing to detach if what we are letting go is something we perceive to be bad or poor for us. <br />
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I feel that sometimes this is not the complete act of detachment. We are not called only to give up what we dislike for our good. Sometimes, we have to give up what we love for the better of someone else. This could mean, instead of $40 worth of take out lunches, you donate that to the church soup kitchen, and you brown bag it to work for a week. Or maybe you give your time to a charity instead of hanging out at home in your arm chair. Maybe, for the greater good, you let go of control of a situation. Maybe you say yes, when you want to say no.<br />
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I believe there is balance to detachment. We are not to just give up things we dislike but, we must learn to give up what we adore. This is by far the biggest of my challenges. <br />
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So when I listen to the readings for leaving everything behind and following Jesus, I know what he is calling me to do. I wish I had the courage to do that. I wish I could just leave it all behind and follow him as I am called. But, that would mean I would have to sacrifice everything, that which I detest along with that which I adore. What a difficult act of devotion this would be. To truly detach from this world and its experiences and completely rely upon God seems impossible.<br />
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Since you made it through my long entry, I will leave you with a great song by Building 429.<br />
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I don't normally participate in these things but, I figure I have just about nothing to lose at this point.<br />
I hope I did this properly. Check out <a href="http://www.suscipio4women.com/" target="_blank">Suscipio.</a><br />
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<strong>Thanking God for…</strong><br />
My children, food to eat, and safe place for retreat.<br />
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<strong>Looking out my window…</strong><br />
I notice how quietly the wind blows through the leaves. <br />
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<strong>I am praying…</strong><br />
For Catholic Youth<br />
For People who hate the Catholic Church<br />
For People who are afraid to defend the Catholic Church<br />
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<strong>I am reading...</strong><br />
My Bible<strong>--</strong>There is always good advice in it.<br />
The Oath by Frank Peretti <strong></strong><br />
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<strong>I am creating…</strong><br />
I am working on my photography business. So maybe that counts. It is scary.<br />
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<strong>I’m learning…</strong><br />
I am learning that everything I do is scary and involves risk.<br />
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<strong>In the kitchen…</strong><br />
There is pumpkin pie in the kitchen and I caught my middle guy sneaking a piece before dinner. <br />
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<strong>Around the house…</strong><br />
There is evidence of children.<br />
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<strong>I am looking forward to…</strong><br />
Fall and fall activities. I am hoping to be invited to outdoorsy things during fall.<br />
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<strong>A favorite quote for today…</strong><br />
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I love Caldrea Soaps and detergents and candles and whatever they make! The fragrances are always very pleasing to me. <br />
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Here is a little piece o my prayer table. I light a candle to remind me of my prayers for my family and loved ones. It also helps me focus on the light of Christ, which permeates the darkness in my life. A candle is such a wonderful symbol of God's love. I burns bright, warm and is long lasting. It doesn't burn hot and fast like desire. It burns slowly and cleanly like devotion. I love that.<br />
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I have lots of people on my prayer list. Today, God answered two of my prayers for people I love--I thank you my God, you amaze me. Just for the world to know, that when I say I will pray for you, I really do pray for you. <br />
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God's merciful blessings to all my readers. May you feel his warmth and comfort in your days. Amen.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-51961671979093778432013-09-05T09:09:00.000-05:002013-09-05T09:09:01.342-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For all my Catholic and non-Catholic friends, please take a moment to read the Pope's letter.</div>
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<br />Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-59247189798897694302013-09-01T07:04:00.001-05:002013-09-01T07:04:46.372-05:00The Birth of a Day<div style="text-align: center;">
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Dawn so fragile, fleeting.</div>
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-20551781163284598392013-08-19T11:16:00.000-05:002013-08-19T11:16:19.377-05:00Assumption of Mary-- A family field trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This year I took my kids to mass with me on August 15th for the Feast of the Assumption of Mary.</div>
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Can I tell you that it was the most peaceful mass service I have ever been with my children. Don't be confused. My kiddos are great in mass, they do not act up. But, there was so much peace this time. The kids participated with enthusiasm and actually paid attention and read along in the missal. It was just a good experience.</div>
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When we left, they actually told me that they enjoyed mass. They talked about what they learned. They asked to refill their holy water bottles. They talked about their night prayers. I got hugs. It was such a nice experience. And then, I thought to myself (and I am now sharing with you), "My kids are Catholic. They really are. wow. I hope I can teach them to love being Catholic." </div>
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I wonder what it was like raising someone like Jesus. I feel pressure to raise great kids. But, I assume Mary felt more pressure than I. I am imagine her motherhood was much more intense than mine. But, then again, maybe not. Her charge from God was Jesus. My charge from God is my three children...deep thoughts.</div>
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Anyhow, I thought it was especially nice that, afterwards we went to the bookstore, they all chose monster themed books. And they all wanted to talk about scary things and stuff they found spooky. Ha! I haven't decided if it is a good or a bad thing. Maybe they just felt brave after mass.♥</div>
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Do you like my butterfly photos? I took these on the Feast of the Assumption of Mary. Creation is something magnificent.<br />Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-5845331636848603462013-08-01T23:19:00.000-05:002013-08-01T23:19:12.894-05:00God talks to me...I teach the Summer CCE session for 8th graders at my local parish. And this mission has been rewarding but, also very challenging. I realize everyday just how much patience I actually have. I have been asked some very deep and hard questions. I have even had a few special moments when the youth surprise me with what they know about their faith and what they don't know. I have had some humbling experiences with these students and I am hoping by the end of the session some empowering moments as well.<br />
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This late at night, I am weary. I feel like this is so much harder than it really should be. These kids don't want to be talked to. They want to talk to someone. And I am never quite sure I am the right one to talk to. I worry that maybe I have bitten off too much to chew. I am coming to the end of the session soon. But, I still pray at night that I am a good catechist and that I will put my worries aside and trust that God called me to share his word with these young people.<br />
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I want to share the story of how this all came about. When I registered my children for the summer session, I had absolutely NO intention of teaching. I planned to have quiet dinners with my husband and catch up on us, while someone else taught my kids of course. I had planned walks in the neighborhood by ourselves (we haven't ever done this). I wanted to meet my husband at the local state park for a bike ride or stroll on the banks of the creek. I wanted time to reconnect with my husband. This time was going to be me, for "us".<br />
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As I get to the registration office, the director very quickly informs me that my son's 3rd grad class is full and that he would have to go to the fall session or home study. Unless, of course, I taught, then he could open another class. But, he needed a teacher to do it. I told him I would consider it and sat in line for the fall session for 30 minutes. Impatiently, I got up returned to the director and volunteered to teach so that all three of my little Catholics could be in Summer CCE together.<br />
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So, that was it. I had committed to something that I had not intended to do. I decided in 30 minutes to give up my nights with my husband to teach because it would get things out of the way and they would all be effectively catechized. Still, selfishly, thinking of only myself. I left, drove for about 5 minutes, and realized. My son's 3rd grade class was a mistake. My son is a 4th grader and that class was one that was still open.<br />
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I pulled over turned my car around and headed back to church. He needed to be in the correct class for the session. As I waited at the traffic light, the sun peaked out of the clouds turning them pink. The sun made my skin reflect gold and my eyes filled with tears and I knew. I said out loud,"I know that was you Father. I know I am supposed to work for you and I know <i>why</i> I made that simple mistake. I know those children need me <i>right now</i>, not later." <br />
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The light turned green and I drove towards church with an incredible sense of support and comfort. I was weightless. I felt as though he was carrying me. I was even granted a green light at every intersection and prime parking spot too. (winks). <br />
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And that is the inspiration for this entry. How God works in my life is clearer to me as I get older or as I get better at listening and following him. God trusts me with these young beautiful souls, and I need to trust his wisdom. I need to share everything I can with them so that they will feel confident to share their faith too. But, boy does it wear me out and make me wonder if I have done a good job. <br />
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Peace.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-56465669376239973982013-07-02T11:43:00.000-05:002013-07-02T11:43:19.016-05:00The pitfalls of being able to read.I spent some time thinking about what I read and how it affects me. I know that reading new information is a good thing and that it helps us to grow. But, there are times that I read something that lights my fire and it makes me mad. It changes me. Shortly, afterward, I go looking to find more information to support whatever subject/opinion I was reading. <br />
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Later, I realize that what made me angry is usually the writer's tone and all his biases and perceptions; it is rarely because this person has any more authority on subject matter than I do. You see, writer's are good at this. They can paint a pretty picture or an ugly picture around actual facts and sell it to you.<br />
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So, I have a choice, do I keep reading these things because of their unique perspective? Maybe I should adopt their perspective as my own? Do I avoid this writer because they add too much personal baggage to things? Does this writer or their works increase my ability to live and love or does it do the opposite and just make me angry and hateful towards other people? What is the purpose of the writing? Is it actual fact or fiction?<br />
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I decided on many occasions, to avoid writers that don't work to build bridges between people. I don't read those who don't spread joy. Not because I am a coward but, because there is no reason to take in more negativity than I (or by proxy, my loved ones) can handle personally. I don't want to become someone else's ideas and beliefs. And if there is risk of my absorbing anything, I want it to be something beautiful. <br />
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When reading blogs (essays and articles) remember that there is often times little fact and lots more opinion. Just like this last entry.<br />
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Peace be with you.<br />
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<br />Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-31377856714572507772013-06-24T23:31:00.000-05:002013-06-24T23:31:19.112-05:00The Fest of St. John the BaptistToday is the Feast of St. John the Baptist and midsummer. There is so much information on the history of this but, I won't go to much into it because you have Google and you can look the date up for yourself, if you want. Besides, I will put links at the bottom of this short entry.<br />
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<br />Catholics do have a tradition of burning a bonfire and eating scrumptious food. Yes, just like many other religious groups (Pagans, Romans, Mayans, Egyptians, etc.). But, that is okay, nobody owns the day. If it is cool, everybody wants to stake claim. Us Catholics, we like to party, so you can party along with us too. <br />
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Typically, on June 24th, I pull out all the Christmas Tamales from
last year, defrost and eat them up. It is my own tradition.
Sometimes, I light a candle and pray rosary on this day too. I also happen to call today Half Christmas. I know that is weird but, it has always been Half Christmas in my head.<br />
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On June 25th is traditional also to cut your hair if you want to have it grow long. This may just be a Latina thing (maybe not Catholic at all). The Farmer's Almanac says this too. Maybe just coincidence but, still neat way to keep up with time and such.<br />
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Here are some thorough articles on Catholic customs:<br />
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<a href="http://www.fisheaters.com/customstimeafterpentecost3.html" target="_blank">http://www.fisheaters.com/customstimeafterpentecost3.html </a><br />
<a href="https://www.stmaryscity.org/history/Time.html" target="_blank">https://www.stmaryscity.org/history/Time.html </a><br />
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And some nice poetry if you are still hungry:<br />
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<a href="http://malcolmguite.wordpress.com/2012/06/23/a-pair-of-sonnets-for-st-john-and-st-johns-eve/">http://malcolmguite.wordpress.com/2012/06/23/a-pair-of-sonnets-for-st-john-and-st-johns-eve/</a><br />
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Happy St. John's Eve! Happy Midsummer!Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-18355138108197289622013-06-17T21:21:00.002-05:002013-06-17T21:21:29.682-05:00I was falling...And at that very moment, I realized nothing can end me. God is with me and will be for eternity. No matter which philosophy of time, the trinity passes through all that and remains with me. I am whole.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-52401707771608972262013-05-23T11:46:00.001-05:002013-05-23T11:46:40.476-05:00Have some bread.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-3176178815878746482013-05-17T09:43:00.000-05:002013-05-17T09:43:51.236-05:00Good Morning Prayer<h2>
Morning Prayer</h2>
Gracious God,<br />
Thank you for the gift of today.<br />
Refresh me. Invite me to discover your presence<br />
In each person that I meet<br />
And every event that I encounter.<br />
Teach me when to speak and when to listen<br />
When to ponder and when to share.<br />
In moments of challenge and decision<br />
Attune my heart to the whisperings of your Wisdom.<br />
As I undertake ordinary and unnoticed tasks, <br />
Gift me with simple joy.<br />
When my day goes well, may I rejoice.<br />
When it grows difficult, surprise me with <br />
New possibilities.<br />
When life is overwhelming, call me to<br />
Sabbath moments<br />
To restore your Peace and Harmony.<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/null" name="times_of_transition"></a>May my living today reveal your Goodness.<br />
Amen.<br />
<strong>-Pat Bergen, C.S.J.</strong>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-66659479020373208582013-05-14T22:30:00.000-05:002013-05-14T22:30:02.782-05:00Solitude<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Solitude - my favorite moments,<br />
Solitude - but, always with You, Jesus and Lord,<br />
Close to Your Heart, time passes pleasantly for me,<br />
And, close to Him, my soul finds repose.<br />
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When the heart is filled with You and over-flowing with love,<br />
and the soul burns with pure fire,<br />
then, amidst the utmost desolation, the soul will not experience loneliness,<br />
because it rests on Your bosom.<br />
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O Solitude - moments of supreme companionship,<br />
though I be abandoned by all creatures,<br />
I immerse myself, totally in the ocean of Your Godhead,<br />
and You listen sweetly to my confidences."</div>
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-From St. Faustina's Diary (Entry 1699-Notebook VI) <br />
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<em>My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going.</em><br />
<em>I do not see the road ahead of me and I cannot know for certain where it will end.</em><br />
<em>Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I am following your will does</em><br />
<em>not mean that I am actually doing so. </em><br />
<em>But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you.</em><br />
<em>And I hope that I have that desire in all that I am doing.</em><br />
<em>I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.</em><br />
<em>I know if I do this you will lead me by the right road</em><br />
<em>though I may know nothing about it. Therefore, I will trust you always</em><br />
<em>though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death.</em><br />
<em>I will not fear for you are ever with me</em><br />
<em>and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.</em></blockquote>
- Thomas Merton, "Thoughts in Solitude"<br />
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I believe that if I pray for something, God will deliver. If I pray he be with me, he is with me. If I pray for courage, he gives me armor to face my fear. If I pray for love, he gives me someone to comfort and soothe. If I pray for something I have lost, he shows me the new gift but, doesn't degrade my heart's loss. Whatever I pray for, I get an answer. It is always a good answer. So, when I am so lonely and yearn for a kindred heart and someone to care for me, God sits with me in solitude and comforts me. <br />
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-Me (from my heart) Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067352649171289784.post-51343662400533277122013-05-10T10:23:00.000-05:002013-05-10T10:23:06.924-05:00Opportunities and ChoicesI have much to do today. Today seems like just any other ordinary day. But, it isn't. Today is a day of fasting for me. On at least one Friday out of the month, I fast for the unborn.<br />
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I know that many people shy away from this topic because it is hot. But, I am not afraid of this. I am not scared to say that I think babies are innocents and don't deserve to die. They are the most vulnerable of all human beings. And although I can not stop women from aborting their unborn children, I can spend a day with these babies in spirit.<br />
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I believe in the right to life. I don't believe in the death penalty (even for murderers). There is just something that kills me when people tell me that women have a right to choose to abort their babies. I feel that women are being sold a bill of goods. Because see, there is another option. <br />
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I don't see anyone chanting, "I am barren, I will love your unwanted babies." So, we have a disconnect. There are people who want babies -any baby- and people who don't. Why can't we have an "Adopt Children" campaign? Why doesn't Sarah McLachlan sing ads for adoption of children but, only for dogs and cats? Why do we make it so hard to adopt babies here? Why are these parents going overseas to adopt babies when we are killing them here?<br />
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I don't hate women who choose abortion. These women must carry this with them forever. No one celebrates an abortion with the mother. Women, generally, heal after abortion in solitude. Her body and life is changed forever. I only hold compassion in my heart for the women that make this choice. <br />
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But enough of my personal point of view. Here is my prayer for today:<br />
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May the grace of God be placed on the women considering abortion today. May they chose a more tender way of reconciling their situation. Change the hearts and minds of women just for one day. Help us heal as a people. May all the little souls who are returning home live joyfully with you and Mary the Mother of God, the angels, and all the saints.<br />
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In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,<br />
Amen. Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286235143679189037noreply@blogger.com