Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
... especially regarding the Incorruptibles.
I've been reading the book, The Incoruptables. I'm fascinated and at the same time weary, from reading about the various ways the incorruptibles were destroyed from invasions, along with the reformation, and more. God is so good at giving us brilliant signs of His existence and along with this comes great expectations ... choices. I am certain the devil is behind it. It is just yet one of the evil ones many tools that drove Christians apart. Pray for a remedy.
Speaking of prayer, please pray for an end to the drought for Atlanta: The Associated Press: Ga. Governor Prays for Rain at Capitol, so many would love to see this fail and take it as a sign that God does not exist. Fortunately for those blessed with great faith, this would never enter their minds. Pray Pray Pray.
Call upon God's favored ones, The Saints to pray with us! Here are some of the Patrons of Drought:
Patron saint of drought relief
Eulalia of Barcelona
Trophimus of Arles
From: Prayer for end to drought
‘LORD GOD, CREATOR OF THE WORLD WITH ALL ITS SEASONS, WE ASK THAT YOU WOULD HEAR OUR URGENT PRAYER FOR LIFE-GIVING RAINS FOR OUR COUNTRY. AMEN’.”
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
The reason I am looking for a relic of St. John Neumann is because my brother Edward was healed of Crohns disease many years ago through St. John Neumann. I will ask him to blog about it. But the short version is that during a special mass that was said just for him, he was blessed with the relic of St. John Neumann. His disease disappeared instantly. God is good.
And now ... Warren's friend has crohns disease. Poor kid. I spoke with her briefly tonight and I could tell she was holding back tears, trying to be brave. She is very sick right now. She just had surgery and they expect her to be in the hospital for 3 more weeks.
My Uncle Curly was also healed. I do not know all the details but he was a child and had a crippling disease in his legs, and he was healed at St. Anne's Shrine in MA. It is a beautiful church.
I just love miracles. God is good. Thank you for the Saints.
So back to the incorruptibles.
I was not aware that St. John Neumann was one of the Saints that did not decay.
From this website: http://www.overcomeproblems.com/incorruptables.htm
Saint John Neumann - Died in 1860 in Philadelphia at age 48. His body was later found incorrupt. He was the first American Bishop to be canonized a Saint. His remains are on display in a glass enclosed altar in the lower church of St. Peter the Apostle at 5th and Girard Streets in the Northern Liberties section of Philadelphia.
Here is another saint everyone knows,
Saint Bernadette Soubirous - St. Bernadette was the original visionary at Lourdes, France and died in 1879 in Nevers, France. Her body was exhumed 30 years later in 1909 and was discovered completely incorrupt and free of odor. The body was again exhumed a second time ten years later in 1919 and was still incorrupt. Her body is still on display in the Chapel of St. Bernadette in Nevers, France to this day. See photos below.
I love the movie made about her life ... it is a MUST see. It is called The Song of Bernadette.
Well you'll be happy to know that all my searching was not in vain. We found a website that sells precious medals that are touched with relics of Saints. However, please note that a relic is not necessary for a healing. One can still get a healing through a Saint regardless of whether or not they were touched by a relic. I felt that if Warren would give her the medal she would know that we are thinking about her and praying for her. Thanks. I would give you her name, but I don't have permission to do that so I'll just ask that you pray for Warren's friend. Peace, Judy
Monday, October 15, 2007
(Pictured left, Fr. Eric Bergman's ordination. http://www.stthomasmoresociety.org/)
Then there is the Scott Hahn story, which by now most of you know about. But if not he is the presbyterian minister who converted, read his story here: The Scott Hahn Conversion Story.
I read his story, Rome Sweet Home, and continue to pass it to others when I can. It is a great story for all Catholics to read. Though Scott Hahn is a very educated man and can certainly speak way above MY comprehension, he writes from the heart in this story about his conversion. One can only imagine. His whole life was centered around his job as a presbyterian minister. He had a wife and children to consider. It was their livelihood. Not to mention a flock of people that followed him. His wife happened to be from a family of presbyterian ministers and yet he abandoned all his wants and followed Gods call. A must read for everyone. For Catholics it is a great refresher in how privileged we are, and for non-Catholics it is a great explanation of what we're all about. I came upon this lovely review of the book at Amazon,
And today I came upon this by accident, Pastor and Flock Convert to Catholicism. Here is a brief description from that site:
When Pentecostal minister Alex Jones came into the Church this past Easter he was not alone. He brought much of his congregation in with him.
When Detroit-born Alex Jones became a Pentecostal minister in 1972, there was little question among those who knew him that he was answering God's call to preach.
Now, many of his friends and family have dismissed the 59-year-old pastor as an apostate for embracing the Catholic faith, closing the nondenominational church he organized in 1982, and taking part of his congregation with him.
At this year's April 14 Easter Vigil, Jones, his wife, Donna, and 62 other former members of Detroit's Maranatha Church, was received into the Catholic Church at St. Suzanne's Parish. For Jones, becoming a Catholic will mark the end of a journey that began with the planting of a seed by Catholic apologist and Register columnist Karl Keating. It also will mean the beginning of a new way of life.WHAT A STORY!!!! This is why I call these folks "Courageous!"
Oh btw, we have 3 converts in our family.
My husband is one of them.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Here is a description from Lucia's memoirs:
After our Lady had disappeared into the immense distance of the firmament, we beheld St. Joseph with the Child Jesus and Our Lady robed in white with a blue mantle, beside the sun. St. Joseph and the Child Jesus seemed to bless the world, for they traced the Sign of the Cross with their hands. When, a little later, this apparition disappeared, I saw Our Lord and Our lady; it seemed to me to that it was Our Lady of Sorrows (Dolors). Our Lord appeared to bless the world in the same manner as St. Joseph had done. This apparition also vanished, and I saw Our Lady once more, this time resembling Our Lady of Carmel. [Only Lucia would see the later, presaging her entrance into Carmel some years later.]
I beg pardon for those who do not believe,
do not adore, do not trust Thee, and do not love Thee. Amen.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
It seems a bit like building your house on sand (Matthew 7:15-29) to base ones principles on the condemnation of another's. I have never been in a Mass where we were taught to hate another. Whether it be about religion, politics, and anything else in between. So I find it hard that these professors waste good time and money polluting the airways.
I am not worried about my college kids. They are able to defend the faith when they deem in necessary. I am concerned about those who do not know Christ, that they will be misled.
I'll close with the Beatitudes found in Matthew, they can help us all cope at times such as these.
Blessed are the poor in spirit; for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are the meek; for they shall posses the land.
Blessed are they who mourn; for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst after justice; for they shall have their fill.
Blessed are the merciful; for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the clean of heart; for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers; for they shall be called children of God.
Blessed are they that suffer persecution for justice sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Friday, October 5, 2007
I have experienced such joy since my introduction to St. Faustina. She is such a strong messenger for Christ and His Divine Mercy. I try to share her with everyone.
If you want to read more about personal experiences with the Divine Mercy of Christ, go here: My Wonderful Experience, and here:
Another Divine Mercy Experience in Our Home.
I have a favorite book that I promise you will love. It is called, The Life of Faustina Kowalska: The Authorized Biography.
Here is a brief story about St. Faustina, from Saint of the Day:
St. Mary Faustina's name is forever linked to the annual feast of the Divine Mercy (celebrated on the Second Sunday of Easter), the divine mercy chaplet and the divine mercy prayer recited each day by many people at 3 p.m.
Born in what is now west-central Poland (part of Germany before World War I), Helena was the third of 10 children. After age 16 she worked as a housekeeper in three cities before joining the Congregation of the Sisters of Our Lady of Mercy in 1925. She worked as a cook, gardener and porter in three of their houses.
In addition to carrying out her work faithfully, generously serving the needs of the sisters and the local people, she also had a deep interior life. This included receiving revelations from the Lord Jesus, messages that she recorded in her diary at the request of Christ and of her confessors.
At a time when some Catholics had an image of God as such a strict judge that they might be tempted to despair about the possibility of being forgiven, Jesus chose to emphasize his mercy and forgiveness for sins acknowledged and confessed.
Because Sister Mary Faustina knew that the revelations she had already received did not constitute holiness itself, she wrote in her diary: “Neither graces, nor revelations, nor raptures, nor gifts granted to a soul make it perfect, but rather the intimate union of the soul with God. These gifts are merely ornaments of the soul, but constitute neither its essence nor its perfection. My sanctity and perfection consist in the close union of my will with the will of God” (Diary 1107).
Sister Mary Faustina died of tuberculosis in Krakow, Poland, on October 5, 1938. Pope John Paul II beatified her in 1993 and canonized her in 2000.
(This entry appears in the print edition of Saint of the Day.)
Monday, October 1, 2007
21 years ago today, I have a funny story about that day. I had been having contractions that day and had a scheduled appointment to see my OB/GYN. I was also overdue by about 2 weeks. My sister Shiela, AKA Auntie Shiela, drove me to my appointment. I appeared to be having a few contractions, but the doctor sent me home to wait it out. Here is the funny part. I was craving Taco Bell, as I did the entire pregnancy. I told my sister that I wanted to have a taco on the way home. So she drove me there and while we were sitting at the drive through I started having an awful contraction... for some reason, perhaps a coping mechanism not taught in lamaze, I started reading everything on the menu... well when I was done with the reading, and the contraction, the voice on the other end of the drive thru says, "let me repeat that order..." and he proceeds to read back the entire menu!!!! We sure got a good laugh out of that.
Well the rest is gory and so forth... but suffice to say, we are honored to have her as our child. She is the oldest grandchild as well and we could not have asked for a better 'leader' ... we love you Shiela!! xxoo Mom
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
I took Warren and a friend of his to Game stop at Midnight to get their copies of Halo 3. I was so tired from getting little to no sleep the night before that I think they had me before I could think straight. WHAT WAS I THINKING?
I have to admit as a fellow gamer, (see this entry for full details: My Mother is a Gamer) it was pretty cool, translates: VERY NERDY, being apart of the excitement.
1:30AM Drop into Bed
2:00AM awoken by well-meaning-husband, needed the flight number of dd#1
2:30AM Back to sleep
4:00AM awoken by Mary, nightmare
4:30AM Back to sleep
5:30AM awoken by husband, going to work
pretty much everything after that is a blurrrrrrrr until 7ish
Sadly I have not gotten a chance to sample the game, as they have rewired the xbox to work on a computer, not sure which drive is connected to the shin bone, etc, you get the idea...
I'm very tired.
After a good nights rest, I'll be back to my normal self again...
Monday, September 24, 2007
One of my favorite books growing up was "Little Women." I remember I was already thinking about how my family would change at the age of 12. I had already started worrying about my older sister, then 14, going away to college.
At the dinner table this afternoon, I joked and told the girls to over compliment my spaghetti today because the boys never say "hmmm, this is delicious" ... that alone is worth keeping them around for. It will be our last dinner together for a while. Here is a blog entry from 2005 that describes a bit about why I will miss my girls: God's Grace
Sunday, September 23, 2007
I know these were hasty reviews, but please share with me one or more of your favorites, thanks.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
All this summer I have agonized over the fact that I was sending my little girl on a bus, to school with strangers. I had spent the first five years of her life protecting her from strangers and here I was just going to let her hop on a bus at 8 in the morning and not see her until 3 in the afternoon. The thought of this was very unnerving.
Then to have to send my 18 year old off to college for the first time didn't help either. And now my oldest will be traveling to England. She will turn 21 while she is with strangers in another country. Not that I imagined we'd be having a fancy celebration, we are pretty low key and mainly have 'family' celebrations, of course with a big family there would be a minimum of 20 on any given day. But she will be with strangers instead. And I imagied going bar hopping with her! kidding. Happy to report that Shiela has never tasted liquor, nor beer for that matter. She informs me that she may 'touch' it before she is 21. A glass of wine in the blue skies while traveling might hit the spot she sez.
Yes this has been a tough September. My waistline shows that I have been feeding my anxieties. I suppose I need to get on the treadmill and start working it off. And start practicing what I preach, by turning this over to God. I have on many occasions just let go.... like when an entire day goes by and I don't hear from the 18 year old... imagine that A WHOLE DAY!!
I wish I could stop time and keep them little and in my eyesight. It seems Mary has adjusted to kindergarten just fine. The other day she came home sans a happy sticker. She apparently had hidden in some playground equipment and the teacher had to climb to find her. She was warned and given a sticker the first time it happened but the second time she was put on 'yellow' status and given no sticker. The next day she apparently talked another little girl into hiding with her from another class. My fears for her safety are waning ... now my prayers are centered around "Lord please help Mary behave" ... something I never worried about with my older kids. They were so afraid of me and the principals that they didn't dare misbehave. Mary has grown up with eye-rolling teens who don't come with they are called, or whose ears are stuffed with head phones. Yes we are working on our 'listening' skills as the teacher says for some reasons Mary does not come when she is called. "Is that right?" I say pretending to have learned this for the first time. I want to ask the teacher to whistle at top volume and blink the lights... usually works every time for me, but I decided to save that for a later date.
Well I've got a closet to go clean... typing makes me think I might actually do it today. You know one of those projects you plan to do once the kids go back to school. Then when they are in school you are so thrilled to be able to check email that you say you'll do the closet tomorrow.
BTW, pray for my cousin Wayne today. He is a having heart surgery. Keep praying for my Uncle Curly and my Auntie Lenora... thanks.
I have a tip to add more prayer to your daily life. If you happen to see the time on the clock read 9:11 either a.m. or p.m, take a moment to pray for an ending to terrorism, for the soldiers in Iraq and their families, along with the victims and their families of the 9/11 tragedy.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Daughter #1 starts the semester later this year, so I get to enjoy her for another month.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
I remember when he died. "Isn't that sad?" was about all my family said of it. We were sad that he lived such a sad life (sex, drugs and booze) and that his child would be fatherless. There was a neighbor who bought shirts for her entire family to wear for the occasion. The black T-shirt had his picture on it and the words, "The King Lives." I teased her son a few years after Elvis' death, but he was quite offended raised his fist and shouted he'd fight anyone who made fun of the KING. He wore the shirt proudly each year.
You know at the time I just took it as odd and thought maybe they had perhaps dipped in the gene pool a few too many times. But as the years passed and the attention to Graceland grew I just thought that Elvis must have represented a special time in their lives and it was just hard for them to let go of the memories they had during the Elvis years.
My thoughts have changed though as I watch the various news reports of the thousands of followers who are stopping at Graceland. The news reports that many followers are here to visit the "meditation garden" and visit with Elvis. I can't imagine Elvis or anyone would want to be 'worshiped' like this. Even Saints ... who lived their lives completely for Christ ... have no desire to be worshiped less they take any attention away from the real King, God Almighty that is. Of course this is no fault of Elvis... just the countless lost souls who looking for love in all the wrong places.
The channel I'm watching now has interviewed some of the bystanders. "He's my King. I will love him forever." shouts one woman from Australia. Another says, "They say he is still alive, and I believe he is alive."
There is only one King and we all know who that is.
I was going to put up a picture of Elvis as I like visuals with my blogs, but when I googled his picture up came a picture of "The sacred heart of Elvis" sick sick sick.
I rest my case.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Mary set out
and traveled to the hill country in haste
to a town of Judah,
where she entered the house of Zechariah
and greeted Elizabeth.
When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting,
the infant leaped in her womb,
and Elizabeth, filled with the Holy Spirit,
cried out in a loud voice and said,
“Blessed are you among women,
and blessed is the fruit of your womb.
And how does this happen to me,
that the mother of my Lord should come to me?
For at the moment the sound of your greeting reached my ears,
the infant in my womb leaped for joy.
Blessed are you who believed
that what was spoken to you by the Lord
would be fulfilled.”
And Mary said:
“My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord;
my spirit rejoices in God my Savior
for he has looked with favor on his lowly servant.
From this day all generations will call me blessed:
the Almighty has done great things for me
and holy is his Name.
He has mercy on those who fear him
in every generation.
He has shown the strength of his arm,
and has scattered the proud in their conceit.
He has cast down the mighty from their thrones,
and has lifted up the lowly.
He has filled the hungry with good things,
and the rich he has sent away empty.
He has come to the help of his servant Israel
for he has remembered his promise of mercy,
the promise he made to our fathers,
to Abraham and his children forever.”
Mary remained with her about three months
and then returned to her home.
Great film. It is a tough one to watch and I can't imagine it would be easy for a parent or spouse of someone currently serving in Iraq to view. I think it should be seen by all ... especially the young, 14 and older that is. Often war is glamorized, but not in this film. On top of that it is a true story of survival under the most extreme conditions. Fortunately it did not have political innuendo, so we were able to focus on the soldier and his story.
Directing, and acting were outstanding. It is very realistic and easy to get caught up in it. The POW's look as if they are starving and it is not due to a great makeup artist, but the actors really lost weight for their parts. Dieter has an infectious personality and a tremendously positive outlook that proves key to his survival. He has decided to survive and that he does. Sadly it will be leaving theaters soon so you may have to wait for the video. This would be one for your video library.
Here are some pictures of the actor Christian Bale who portrayed Dieter in the film. He not only had the acting down pat... he lost weight during the film. An amazing transformation.
Here is a link to his life story: Dieter Dengler
Monday, August 13, 2007
Movies are so expensive, why waste your money, right? The ones with 'blah' next to them are a waste of time, money and emotion.
Blah. Delta Farce PG-13
Blah. Things You Can Tell Just by Looking at Her
Blah. I know Pronounce You Chuck and Larry
Rescue Dawn PG-13
A Home of Our Own, starring Kathy Bates
We had a nice celebration at my sisters house yesterday ... a farewell celebration for the college kids. She leaves this weekend. :(
Saturday, August 4, 2007
1:20PM Mary and Julia used a gallon of skim milk, and 3/4 of a container of Ovalteen. This was in a matter of minutes. Julia looked like she had gotten caught in a sewer, but Mary was clean.
M: I should not be punished because I'm a real good chocolate milk maker. Julia is not.
J: (just big smiles, so proud of her chocolate mess)
2 time outs later, and a thorough job of cleaning the kitchen. I had to remove chairs from the floor, move the dining room table, scrub cupboards, I'm sweating like a pig right now... still working while...
1:45PM Mary and Julia take a package of cookies... up to Shiela and Elizabeths room... no clue where they got it, I'm sure one of the teens purchased it. It was not in the kitchen because that is where I am.
Nicholas: Mom there are cookie crumbs up the stairs, down the hallway, and into Elizabeths room, and on her bed.
I SURRENDER. poor Elizabeth. She is in Washington today... wait until she returns. aye yi yi.
Me: Nicholas, lock their door, Mary and Julia back on the stairs!!!!
Julia: But Mom it was real easy to get the cookies.
What a smart cookie! She recalls me saying things such as this to the older ones: "If you leave it out you are responsible for the mess." Well I'll be changing my tune on that B.S. (bologna sandwich)
from the stairs I hear whispering: I can see the TV can you Julia?
TV IS SHUT OFF.
While on the stairs... yes there is more...
Nicholas: "MOM!!!!!!!!" (who incidentally is thoroughly ticked off by now as he has been my helper in these cleanups. 'MOM THERE IS FLAVOR-ICE ALL OVER THE STAIRS, IN CHUNKS, MELTING EVERYWHERE'
What sort of imp is this kid???? Julia somehow got flavor-ice, scissors, from the kitchen, while I'm in there!!!!!!
Mary: Mom she did not cut her hair, that is good right?
HELP!!!!!!!!!!!! There should be a 911 for mothers who need intervention... QUICK.
I'm just barely done with the kitchen. So I know that this has got to help make my time in purgatory much shorter. However this just occurred to me ... the totally angry thoughts I am having over this is probably making the time in purgatory longer... so I suppose in the end there is no difference.
My mother called to invite me to lunch... I've spared her the details here... but I'm taking her up on this. Of course lunch won't be until 4pm, when Shiela gets home from work.
Oh this story is not over yet.
Big mess in the game room...
me: Mary and Julia, come here, NOW. You have a mess to clean up.
Mary: I'll come when I feel like it.
Me: to myself, 'she did not just say that?'
Me: Mary what did you say?
Mary: I said I'll come when I feel like it.
......... spank .........
spankings are rare in this house.
Me: Mary that was a spanking. When you get a time out, and it doesn't seem to make an impression with you, I sometimes make a longer time out. When that doesn't seem to work, I sometimes send you to your room. But sometimes, when you are sassy...
Mary: what is sassy?
Me: When you speak back to ...
Me: I love you too Julia, but when you are bad, you have to get a spanking.
Julia: (Julia cooing and hugging my leg)
Mary: Are you going to hit me again?
Me: as I was saying, when You are sassy, you will be punished, and today I decided on a spanking. Now sit on the stairs until I tell you to get off!!!!!!
There is not enough calgon on this planet to take me away...
Thursday, August 2, 2007
However if you ask me, this approach is tiring and old. Movies of long ago ended with the couple getting married and living happily ever after. I miss those endings. Now they end with pregnancies or babies and no marriage, new homes ... with doggies and yet still no marriage, couples in love ... in business together ... in bed together ... yet no marriage. Frankly I think it has become predictable again. I'm not sure but I can't help but think that all those living in sin, in Hollywood can feel less guilty because the masses of movie goers are in on it now ... simply by getting a ticket and sitting in a theater. It eases the natural conscience. But easing the conscience does not make it right. It is still wrong.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Really? I should have thought of that.
I had to laugh. She does not have children. Enough said. Don't I wish that I could put my comb in the drawer in my bathroom, and come back the next day and find it.
Of course other things go missing too... like remote controls. Now who takes a remote to their bedroom, puts it under their bed, and swears they have no idea how it got there. Who looks under a bed to find one? Well, I do. One day the lunch meat was missing from the fridge. I knew it was impossible for someone to eat that much meat in one day. I found it later in the cupboard where we keep the dishes.
I often call upon St. Anthony to help me find things, he is quite good, but I also rely on St. Jude ... in fact I now have a St. Jude key chain. It helps.
Well I'd better go... I need to find the phone charger. No clue WHY anyone would need to move that.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
We have started making our own "happy meals." First I make a lunch, sometimes PB & J, with carrots, chips and a cookie, or the other day I made frozen chicken nuggets, fries and apples. The girls decorate brown lunch bags with crayons and markers. Then they select a previous happy meal toy or a small toy and put it in the bottom of the bag. Then we put in the food. They have really loved doing this. They even made up a lunch for their 12 year old brother... he received a broken yo-yo but was grateful for the decorated bag.
Let me know if you give it a try.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Let me give a shout-out to Harrison Ford, "Happy Birthday! Hurry up and finish the 4th installment of Indiana Jones!"
I'm about as far away from superstitious as one can get. So I thought that I'd ask those who have a story to share about the good things that have happened on Friday the 13th (any month ... any year)... please share.
Well I'll start, here is a previous post from May 13, 2005! Enjoy!
I found a great site that really teaches both Catholics/non-Catholics about the Saints: Praying to the Saints Explained
Saints and Angels Feast Day: July 13
St. Francis Solano
St. Teresa de los Andes
Bl. Thomas Tunstal
St. Henry II
Check out Today in History: http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/today/jul13.html
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Sung to the tune of My Favorite Things
Lyrics: Judy, ME
Song: My least-Favorite Things Lyrics
Peanut butter on couches and jelly on walls
mildewed sipper cups and warm dirty diapers
Brown unknown markings on the bathroom walls
These are a few of my least-favorite things
Drawn colored walls and sassy teen mouths
unsolicited phone calls and large cell phone bills
Wild messy bedrooms with clothes strung all about
These are a few of my least-favorite things
Girls in short dresses with dark black eyelashes
Drippings that stay on little noses all icky
Silver white hair that won't take to color
These are a few of my least-favorite things
When the kids yell
When the phone rings
When I'm paying bills
I simply remember my least-favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
[Repeat all verses]
BTW, if you actually want to sing along, as I did, here's a midi to play on your computer, just scroll down to "My Favorite things": http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Meadows/9298/index2a.html
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Tu: dumped new bag of straws on game room floor (this time I made the kids pick them up and keep them ... gross but I don't care)
W: Julia colored herself with green permanent marker (Eliz: Mom don't punish her she was just not being watched good enough ... never found the markers)
Th: peanut butter mishap <-- says it all F: Julia got into Shiela's makeup ... left out by Elizabeth who gave the girls makeovers ... and she covered her lily white body from head to toe using a DARK waterproof bronzer as a body lotion. I was headed out the door all packed up for the pool. I had to use ponds cold cream to get it off. (I was going to leave her at home while we went to the pool but Elizabeth said that it was not Julia's fault because she left it out and Julia was too tempted) Oh and you should have seen the mess in the family room!!!!!!
Sat: Shiela made a big salad for all of us for lunch, then left for work. Mary came running "mom mom Julia is making a recipe!" ... she had dumped the entire bottle of apple juice, ketchup in the salad bowel. WHAT A MESS. (I made Elizabeth clean it up, because she had lunch dishes and left it out. This time Elizabeth is fed up. I hear this: "Julia go sit on the stairs for a time out and you are going to eat every bit of this salad until it is gone. You are going to have it for lunch, for dinner, for your bedtime snack and you are going to have it for breakfast." haha... I'm loving this. I should have left her at home and went to the pool as planned! I'm sure she would have remembered it.
Sun: I will attempt to have her exercised by a priest, or at least dunk her in the holy water font!!!!!!
Friday, July 6, 2007
Nonetheless I did my best to explain to her the importance of the Saints and Our Blessed Mother. The conversation went something like this:
Friend: Please pray for my son to make the right decision about his future. (Note: pretty serious steps he is taking)
ME: "I certainly will, and why not ask St. Jude to pray for your special intentions? He is the patron of desperate cases and will not cease praying for your intentions."
Friend: "Oh Judy you know me I'll go straight to Jesus." (smiles)
Me: "OK then why ask me to pray for you?" (grins)
Not convinced but I could see I got my point across. I adore this friend and I have actually had conversations like this with others. I usually will end the conversation with, "why not ask those closest to Our Lord, those in heaven with Him as we speak, to pray for us. I mean I am a lowly sinner and you ask me, but asking his dear friends, the saints, and His Mother to pray for you honors Him all the more."
Later I had the opportunity to convince my friend even more about the Saints. I happened to call her one afternoon and she was in a state of panic. She had lost her keys and her husband was out of town. She was supposed to take one of the kids to a soccer game and had a whole list of errands to do but had given up finally as it was already 2 in the afternoon. I said calmly, "Well if you would just ask St. Jude to help you, he would." Reluctant, but desperate, she said "OK." Before we even finished praying over the phone, her son who was sitting behind her jumped up and said, "MOM MOM, THE KEYS, THEY FELL OUT OF THE RECLINER JUST NOW!"
"OK Judy you win, I'm going to have to tell my husband about this!"
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Sunday, July 1, 2007
I would go to ebay or amazon and buy this book: How To Change Your Husband Awesome book.
I would also like to add that this may be a time of spiritual warfare. The devil will work on breaking up the family above all things. It is the earthly bond that most represents The Holy Family. Be on guard. Continue your daily prayers, Rosary, Divine Chaplet, etc. Then add to that the St. Michaels Prayer, every time you get a bad thought about your husband.
We are not in paradise now, but our actions on this short life will totally affect out eternity. Do not run away from your husband but towards him with humility, and patience.
Read this humbling short story: The Parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector
He will change, if you are patient and pray without ceasing. God is good and I have seen miracles, HE will respond. Be vigilant, never cease praying. Pray for an increase in faith. Keep in mind that God is all good and all knowing. HE does not want to see you suffer. Come to Him for everything.
1The wise woman builds her house,But the foolish tears it down with her own hands.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Fortunately, this time they allowed me to go home and deal with it rather than stay on an IV with pain meds at the hospital. I was hesitant at first but they gave me the same meds that they would have put me on in the hospital. Also, I was put on clear liquids.
Glad to be back home. Yesterday I spent the day in bed, sleeping mostly. My dh and kids took care of the daily chores, meals and the little ones. It was nice. Today I'm feeling just sore, but I was able to clean 3 bathrooms and do some laundry. This isn't a very exciting post, but it is therapeutic for me ... helps keep things in perspective, keeping panic attacks away. It is always in the back of my head that it could be a twisted bowel with gangrene again. So writing it and seeing that it is NOT that serious, just painful, helps tremendously.
Thanks for the prayers. God bless you all!
Friday, June 22, 2007
french manicure and a pedicure with rocopoco red polish.
When Rick got home from work, I was greeted with a romantic card & a lovely pool bag in pale pink. Something I had mentioned that I needed. I was tired of carrying plastic grocery bags to the pool. But I was impressed at the 'pink' ... too sweet.
We then went to dinner ... I had grilled salmon and shrimp, Rick had the grilled seafood platter with lobster tail ... and a Movie, Mighty Heart. It was a good movie but quite sad. One line I appreciated in the film was when the Marrianne, wife of Daniel Pearl, said after all that had happened, not to be terrorized by terrorists (not exact quote). I don't want to give too much away. It was great.
My tidbit of married wisdom is this: do not ask "what has HE/She done for me" ... but rather ask yourself "what have I done?"
Remember this, you can not change anyone but yourself.
Therefore what God has joined together, no human being must separate." Matthew 10:9
June 22, 2007
His belief that no lay ruler has jurisdiction over the Church of Christ cost Thomas More his life.
Beheaded on Tower Hill, London, July 6, 1535, he steadfastly refused to approve Henry VIII’s divorce and remarriage and establishment of the Church of England.
Described as “a man for all seasons,” More was a literary scholar, eminent lawyer, gentleman, father of four children and chancellor of England. An intensely spiritual man, he would not support the king’s divorce from Catherine of Aragon in order to marry Anne Boleyn. Nor would he acknowledge Henry as supreme head of the Church in England, breaking with Rome and denying the pope as head.
More was committed to the Tower of London to await trial for treason: not swearing to the Act of Succession and the Oath of Supremacy. Upon conviction, More declared he had all the councils of Christendom and not just the council of one realm to support him in the decision of his conscience.
Four hundred years later, in 1935, Thomas More was canonized a saint of God. Few saints are more relevant to the 20th century. The supreme diplomat and counselor, he did not compromise his own moral values in order to please the king, knowing that true allegiance to authority is not blind acceptance of everything that authority wants. King Henry himself realized this and tried desperately to win his chancellor to his side because he knew More was a man whose approval counted, a man whose personal integrity no one questioned. But when Thomas resigned as chancellor, unable to approve the two matters that meant most to Henry, the king had to get rid of Thomas More.