Faith Hope and Tea Therapy

The Red Candle

2012-01-20T18:28:00.001-05:00

It was left over from the holidays, a red candle that sits on the coffee table. I have no idea what woke me up at 4 a.m. I think it was a flickering light. I got out of bed and stood at the top of the stairs. The house was dark and quiet, but the flame from the red candle was lit and dancing in the darkness. I took a few step down and then I realized why that candle was burning. In the quiet and solitude of the early morning, my husband sat in front of that candle and with bowed head, he prayed. This big burly manly man sat alone in the darkness fingering his rosary and in the beauty of the mystery of faith, he was alone with his God, humbly and fervently in communion with the Creator of the Universe.

I felt a rush of warmth surround my body and a tear fell from my eye. I felt a presence blessing me as I stood in that dark stairwell. The red candle drew my eyes in its direction. Have you ever noticed how a candle can break the darkness in a room? It was as if it was calling me to join in prayer. That little spark of light, reminded me of the spark in my soul brought on by Divine Illumination. That light that warms and comforts, and keeps us company in our quiet times, blesses us with hope and love.

I quietly slipped back into bed. In the brightness of the first morning sun I came down the stairs again, and the red candle was still burning. My husband was smiling as I walked toward him. "I made coffee while I was waiting for you." We sat together on the sofa, staring at the red candle and sharing our thoughts for the new day.

Recapturing Joy

2012-01-19T19:33:00.000-05:00

Life today is difficult. Disappointments, frustrations, impatience, worry and other problems challenging us, sometimes makes it easy to lose our ability to laugh. Laughter can be so healing. Did you ever really listen to a small child laugh right from his belly? It is such a contagious laugh that we find ourselves laughing along!

Yes, it is easy to forget these days, how to enjoy life as if we were a small child, and the world we know is fun. For one thing, we forget how to enjoy one another. We become so involved in our every day hectic craziness, that we fail to grasp those wonderful, simple, daily celebrations in our lives. Celebration keeps us balanced in a difficult world, renews our perspective, and recaptures joy.

It's simple. Make everyday a celebration. Light a candle, share a glass of wine, use your expensive china even if dinner is a bowl of soup, put your finest linens on the table, change your sheets and spritz them with fragrance, buy fresh flowers, watch a funny movie, play in the snow, walk in the rain, put the music on and dance! We tend to take ourselves so seriously sometimes, that humor has no place within us.

A real benefit of celebrations is that it can be very simple, yet the dividends are so great! Celebrate Life!

Beyond Words

2012-01-13T19:55:00.001-05:00

Sometimes, the bitter sting of life hits hard.
I received this email..."Ginny, I am devastated, my mother is gone...please pray for her soul..she was not a Godly woman..." It seemed like a response email would not suffice, so I telephoned her. She was so happy to hear my voice. This was my first phone call to her. You see, she lives 3,000 miles away from me. "I have no one to help me. I do not have enough money to go to see her or be at her funeral. She lives in Mexico...my husband is on the road and I am not sure when he will return. No one cares about me. I sit here by myself. The world is so cruel. People do not care anymore." Her sobs resonated in my ears. "Please don't cry." I managed to choke out...What more could I say? My heart was breaking for her...my feelings......beyond words

Another friend, someone who I have known for over 40 yrs, tells me that his adult children do not honor him as their father. His son, the favored one, has not spoken to him for over a year. In fact, he does not know where his son is living. His daughter, only calls him to invite him to a family event once in a while. She has a new baby and he is never asked to visit the infant. She too, never calls just to check in or to find out if he is doing well. I listen but my words do not seem to help. My thoughts....beyond words.

"My husband does not want to be married anymore.....My good friend just passed away...My husband is terminal.....My sister has a mysterious disease....." My feelings toward these unfortunate issues.....beyond words.

On the opposite end of the spectrum we find happiness, joy, hope, love.

"I think I have met the one." Her voice is calm and happy. "He is so nice, and he brings me roses. He loves the Lord.....I have been waiting a long time....I prayed for this day to come....courtship....maybe marriage.....The joy deep within for this dear friend of mine cannot be expressed the way I want......it is beyond words.

The package arrived two days before my birthday. It was a complete surprise. My dear sister-friend Celeste sent it to me. Inside, was a beautiful hand crafted, altered art glass decanter with a sweet bird stopper. Also inside was an altered note or photo clip. Both of these lovely gifts were exquisitely wrapped in the prettiest pink paper with a tulle bow. Then, I saw a slender red box and inside was a beautiful silver chain and crucifix. My heart just burst with such joy, that I was speechless. I was so blessed to receive such lovely gifts! Once again, deep within my soul, I could not find the words to express my gratitude for such love, such a thoughtful gesture....it is beyond words

Beautiful wrapping!

had to put black in the background so it would show up!

photo or card holder..so sweet!

The picture does not show the sparkle and shine of this beautiful cross:(

Of Stars and Kings and Wonderful Things!

2012-01-08T14:56:00.001-05:00

Whenever I am outside at night, my eyes tend to look up to the sky and I am forever looking at the moon and stars. Is there anyone who does not enjoy gazing upon the stars? Even if only for a brief moment, the stars tend to stir one’s heart, and fill us with a sense of wonder and hope. Surely part of the reason for this strange phenomenon is that the stars naturally and powerfully lead us out of our self to something well beyond us. Hidden in this mysterious experience is a truth of the human person; our ultimate fulfillment is only to be found “beyond self”. In other words, we need others. We need God.

Today is the last day to celebrate the Christmas Season. It is the Feast of the Epiphany. This is the feast of the arrival of the Wise Men to find the Christ Child. The journey the Wise Men made to Bethlehem was not the only journey they made. They also made a journey in their hearts from paganism to worshipping Jesus. They were not Jews; scholars tell us they were priests of an Eastern religion who consulted the stars (Zoroastrian priests).

The wise men were not members of the Chosen People, the Jews. Yet God revealed to them that Jesus was born. This is to show us that Jesus came not just for the Chosen
people, but for all people, everywhere in the world.

Can you imagine the excitement they experienced when they saw that brilliant star guiding them to Bethlehem? They made this journey, and in the end, they received the Christ Child into their hearts.

We too, like the wise men are on a journey. Sometimes our journeys in life lead us to making changes; changes in the direction our lives are going. If we are not on the right track that leads us to the Lord, then we need to do something about that. Perhaps on our journey, we have to lead others to experience the Christ Child. We are all on this journey together, because we all have corners in our lives and hearts that need changing. So today, I think it would be a good day to begin our journey and allow God to lead us to His Son. Like the Wise Men, we can follow the Light, and see our lives transformed to oneness with the Lord.

THE END AND THE BEGINNING

2012-01-01T14:12:00.002-05:00

I stood staring at the empty holiday cookie tins. Two held cookies, one held toffee. Now all that remains are crumbs, and powdered sugar nestled in waxed paper. I sighed and washed the tins and put them away until next Christmas season. All that work, all that time baking and serving, and especially tasting, is now gone.

Bits of holiday wrapping and scotch tape stuck to the carpet, gifts opened, candles burned to the end, boxes to be broken down, empty Christmas stockings laying under the tree, all are a reminder of the joy, laughter, and contentment that Christmas holds. At last it was over for another year, but the nostalgia and bitter sweet memories, mixed in with a few tears, will remain always in my heart.

The two nativity sets we have are still lighted. I have a few more days to gaze upon and reflect on the true meaning of Christmas. Our "gift" given freely and yet, some do not embrace.

It is a new year, a new beginning. I have let go of the past year, and look forward with hope to the coming months ahead. God only knows what is in store for all of us, but be assured, that no matter what surprises this next year may bring, God will be there with us to gently guide us in the way we are to go.

NEW YEAR BLESSINGS TO ALL!

THE GIFT

2011-12-21T16:01:00.000-05:00

Love came down for us on that first Christmas Day. He took on a human body, that of an infant and became one of us. He was sent to us as the perfect Gift to mankind. He was the promised Messiah, Jesus, yet well into the night in the coldest time of the year, He was born into poverty. The place, a cave, was more suitable for beasts rather than for the King of kings. There are none to clamor around Him, just the stable animals to lend a bit of warmth to the Infant God. His mother, humble and pure, and his father, poor and tired were beside him in adoration.

He had been expected for forty centuries. Sacred scriptures clearly prophesy the time and place of His birth, yet the world was silent and no one knew of His arrival. There were shepherds watching their flock, who were allerted by Heavenly messengers of the child's birth. They came to see, to adore, to touch their Savior.

This Gift for us came with no requirements, no expectations from us, just love. So we take our Gift and celebrate. We celebrate the birth of a baby born to die. We celebrate the King who was born in a shabby smelly barn, with visitors with sheep dung on their feet. We celebrate because we did nothing to deserve this Gift, but we all received. The shabbiness of this setting reminds us of the other shabby dirty place Jesus chooses every day to be born, the human heart; a place more filthy and cold than any stable. Celebrate? you say. Yes, most heartily we celebrate amidst the dung of the stable, which is of course, the refuse of our world. We celebrate because He came to change the world and all of its ugliness.

How many will accept this most precious Gift? How many will close their eyes and toss it away? How many today do not believe because they do not see? Hidden from our human eyes He is ever present. Yet your faith enables your soul to "see" Him, hear Him, and embrace Him.

If Christmas means anything to you, then it must mean everything. It is a time of blessed relief at finally seeing God's promises in ONE PERSON. Let us all gather around the stable of the Lord and open our Gift, wrapped in swaddling clothes and laid in a manger, to be shared with all the world.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

She Pondered

2011-12-16T18:48:00.001-05:00

Ponder: verb (used without subject)
to consider something deeply and thoroughly; meditate (often followed by over or upon ).

The forth Sunday in Advent brings us to the announcement of the birth of Jesus. The angel Gabriel was sent from God to a virgin betrothed to be married. Her name was Mary. The angel greeted her and addressed her as the "favored one." She was the one who was chosen to conceive and give birth to the Son of God. She was greatly troubled at what was said and pondered what sort of greeting this must be.

I wonder how long it took Mary to ponder this news. I am sure after the angel left her alone to her thoughts, she had to have deeply meditated on what all this would mean in her life. How would things change for her? She was so young and what would this turn of events mean for her? Who would believe such a thing could happen? Surely, she would suffer. She would be put under deep and horrible scrutiny that could even mean punishment and stoning for her. Then again, she could be hardly aware of the suffering she would endure throughout her life and culminating in the crucifixion of her son. But she said "yes" I will do it, because I am the handmaiden of the Lord."

What are you pondering this last week of Advent? Is your heart yearning to get closer to God? Have you wandered away from a church and want to return? Is there someone with whom you need to forgive or ask forgiveness from? Are you waiting to hear about a job prospect? Do you need to make changes in the way you handle your money?

As we ponder together this Advent season, let us prepare to go forward in faith and trust. Mary chose to act accordingly based on what she knew what God had done, and that He would be faithful to His word.
In a similar way, our actions will give us the strength to say "yes" to wherever God may be leading us today. Let us all make this final Advent week, the time that we prepare our heart like a manger, a resting place for the Christ Child.

Waiting In Tough Times

2011-11-27T13:06:00.004-05:00

We lit the first Advent Candle and said our blessing over our meal.
"Watch" and "wait" are the words that ring in our hearts this first week of Advent. It is difficult for us to sense how the people of old waited for a savior. It's quite another thing though, if we are in the midst of a struggle or a current situation where we are currently waiting for something to change.

My hand shook as I lifted my hot teacup to my lips. I sat in front of the window watching the rain fall in the dim daylight. It felt sad. I felt sad. It was as if Heaven was weeping for her people below.

I sat with my friend who waits for the pain of losing her spouse of 44 years to go away. Her eyes were hollow with grief, even as she managed to smile often during our conversation. She waits with quiet dread.
We wait for our finances to change for the better as we watch and wait for the economy to turn around. In the meantime we think about how we will get through the Christmas holiday with a meager income. We wait as we are forced to make changes in our lives that we would have never considered otherwise.
Many people are suffering greatly with cancer, and other life snatching disease. They wait to die, to see how much more they can bear the pain, the loneliness, the isolation.
Some are losing homes, and they watch as they see the years of comfort, shelter, and security heartlessly removed from them. They wait to see where they will go from here.
The elderly wait in hopes that their adult children will take an interest in their welfare. They wait for a dinner invitation, a visit, some quality time with the grandkids; to be remembered on special occasions, like birthdays, mothers day, fathers day. Patiently they wait.
Families are torn apart when tension or conflict arise between parents to children, children to parents, brothers to sisters, and extended family. We watch as words of anger, disappointment, frustration, bitterness, sarcasm, accusations tear away the life and joy, which is the very foundation upon which families are built.

What does this waiting have to do with the longing, the watch and wait, and for God's coming? When we wait in tough times, we are in a special God-moment. We know we can't "go it alone." The One who comes to us is our Peace-bringer. As we wait, we turn to our God, and cry out for Peace to come and enfold us.

My tea is getting cold. I am staring, wondering, watching; aware of the wetness of the rain falling from my eyes.

Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord! Psalm 27:14

With a Heart Filled With Gratitude

2011-11-23T12:28:00.002-05:00

The image above is a painting by Nicholas Maes, a Dutch painter who lived during the Dutch Baroque Era, 1634-1693. He studied under Rembrandt, and this was one of his most popular paintings. It is called "Prayer without End."

When I gaze upon this painting, it is very easy to understand the message given. Can we hear her prayers? Certainly she is giving thanks for her simple meal. From the looks of it there is very simple and earthy food, bread, a hot dish perhaps oatmeal or soup, butter, and salmon. Her dress is plain, suggesting her meager means. Her home is modest which would say that the world has little to offer her. The table is set for one, which could mean that she is alone and has no other person to share in her meal. But looking up to the window, we can find that everything though humble, may not be so bad. The meal may be all she has in the material world, but you can see an open bible on the sill and a lantern which symbolizes the guidance of the One who is the Light of the world. And the keys suggest to us that in her faith and devotion, she holds the keys to the Kingdom of Heaven.

We can almost hear in her prayer the connection between the earthly, material meal that inspires her gratitude, and the spiritual power and comfort provided by the God to whom the prayer is offered. The loaf of bread and the jug on the table suggest an even closer connection. It links this woman’s humble meal with the meal we celebrate today: the meal in which the bread and the wine for which we give thanks are not just physical sustenance, but are the body and blood of Him who sustains us in a spiritual way and in every way, and not just for a day but for all time.

Will you join her at this table with me? Take a moment to be silent and shut out trivial distractions like the kitten she ignores who is trying its best to pull at the cloth. Consider the table set before you and remember the mercy and grace God has shown you in your life.
On this Thanksgiving Day as you are sharing your meals with family and friends, or even if you are celebrating this holiday alone, as you bow your head to pray, will you earnestly cling to the hope of true communion with God in the mystery of this sacred meal?

We have much to give thanks for on this day. And may the joy, peace and love you share today with others, fill your hearts to overflow into everyday.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL!

A Question to Ponder...Requesting your thoughts

2011-11-16T12:26:00.001-05:00

Is it enough knowing in our hearts and in our intellect, that God loves us? Or, is there more to it? Are we supposed to feel something emotionally or physically as we receive the love of God?
This was a question brought up at my Lectio Divina (sacred listening) prayer group last night.

Fast forward to the middle of the night. I woke up with a splitting headache, stuffed nose, and a sore throat, with no Tylenol available. I finally decided to move to the guest bedroom so as not to disturb my deep sleeping husband. I laid awake for perhaps an hour or two pondering this question.

As human beings we always associate love as an emotion shared between people. Sometimes we feel the warm fuzzies, and sometimes we feel totally connected to another person just by being with them, and sometimes we just know by words and actions that we are loved.

With God, who is pure spirit and pure love, we have that assurance of His love all the time. We don't have to seek it, desire it, or ask for it. We have it. It is ours. Without His love we would cease to exist. The knowledge that we are forever surrounded by a loving Creator seems to be enough. Or is it? Do you need to feel something to experience the love of God? When did you experience God's love in your life?

Take a Deep Breath

2011-11-08T11:47:00.000-05:00

In the midst of a personal crisis, I watched as she flung her arms wildly in total frustration. Her breathing was rapid and deep. Her body language spoke of utter confusion. Her hands shook and her voice was high and strained. I thought she was going to fall to the floor in despair. The only thing I could do was say, "Stop, and take a deep breath, before you make any decisions." That seemed to calm her and within a few moments, she was able to think a bit more clearly, and speak sensibly.

Lately, I have seen so many people in the throes of not knowing what to do with unwanted emotions. Within the last few weeks, I have watched other people deal with anger, frustration, sadness, fear, anxiety, heaviness in spirit, jealousy, confusion, impatience, envy, and the list goes on.
I draw comfort knowing that the Lord, had experienced some of these feelings also. The Pharisees were arguing and testing him, when this sigh came from deep within him. This is a genuine human emotion that Jesus had. And it happens to all of us at times.

One of the keys to unwanted emotions is to not let them have power over us and shake our inner spirit, by allowing them to take up our time and energy. Sighing is a good way to breathe out our inner turmoils, and a healthy stress reliever.

Taking a step back and taking in a deep breath calms our inner self and soothes the mind so we can think a little clearer about a given situation. Sometimes I go to the Psalms for comfort. Many of our unwanted emotions are voiced in the Psalms, and that helps me to see that I am not alone in how I feel. Usually the Psalms end on a note of hope, and that tells me that the psalmist had a trust that God will shelter and protect the one who is hurting.

Take a deep breath and relax in the shelter of the arms of God, Who willl lead you to a place of peace and joy.

"And he sighed deeply in his spirit and said, Why does this generation ask for a sign?" Mark8:12

Stepping Out of the Box

2011-10-27T16:18:00.001-04:00

The wind chimes were exceptionally loud this morning. I thought it was raining and windy outside. I hated to climb out of bed this particular day, as Autumn mornings are so chilly and damp. I peeked out the window blinds but was surprised to see that there was not the slightest breeze moving the trees.
"That's odd." I thought, so I went down the stairs to get a closer look. Did I imagine it, or did I see a shadow?

I stepped outside, and this is what I saw on my front porch.

"Oh, she's baack!" I sighed. Just then I heard a cackling behind my pumpkin. "Ok, I know that you are here, so you can come out now.!

Immediately, she was there sitting on her broom. "How's things? You know my season is here. I just came to say hello and to have a cup of your blackberry tea with you before All Hallows Eve gets here."

I met her many years ago, when she actually fell into my life. Her name is Arrabella Marigold, and basically her job is to see to it that Halloween is a day for fun and laughter. I remember her telling me that she wanted to dispell the awful things that most people feel toward witches and clear the air. "There are those of us who want Halloween to be a day and evening of fun and safety for the children. We good witches hover around (maybe fly on their brooms?) and see to it that the children are happy and secure and free from danger. Then our job is done, and we can go back to our enchanted forests and live among the creatures, the flowers, the ponds and lakes. We also visit gardens with the fairies and help create a fresh start every Spring."

She had a special twinkle in her eyes, as she tapped her shoes on the table.

"Well, Arrabella Marigold, thanks for the yearly visit. You are looking well and very happy, indeed."

She finished her tea and with a crooked smile, and a wave of her broom, she was gone.
I made myself another cup of tea and thought of how much Halloween has changed since the days when I was a trick-or-treater myself. In those days, we had costumes that were creative and mostly home made. We stayed out at night going from house to house without the fear of anything happening to us. The emphasis was on the spirit of the holiday, not on vampires, demons, living dead, blood, massacers, chain saws, and being frightened out of our skin. How things have changed!

In the evening I looked out the window to the clear, cold night, and I could vaguely distinguish the silhouette of something very familiar.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! MAY THIS SEASON OF FUN AND LAUGHTER FILL YOUR HEARTS WITH HAPPY MEMORIES!!

Courage Under Fire

2011-10-20T16:14:00.000-04:00

Maybe it's the rain and cold we have been experiencing. It seems to magnify all the bad things that are happening in our life. I feel as if I am walking on a lonely road and going in circles. I've lost it. The quality of my confidence is frail. I am like the lost coin that the woman in scripture had. Where is that silver coin? Where is my faith, my confidence, my trust?

When I am going through troubled times, I need to believe that my heartaches are also worthy of a compassionate gaze. Where is your gaze, Lord? I need a different perspective on my life. I know in time, this too shall pass. But while I wait I rest in You.

Mental and emotional assaults pound me with guilt and self doubt. I need keen spiritual eyes to keep reminding me of lost coins being recovered, and pearls of great price being found.

It is not as if I am not trying to look to a future of peace and hope, but the weight of all this burden that I carry crushes my hopeful vision. I need courage. Speak them to my heart.

"Come to me, all of you who are weary, and carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest." (Matt.11:28)
I lean my life on the bosom of your love and wait to be consoled.

Trust..It Can Be Beautiful or Bad

2011-10-15T14:43:00.001-04:00

Children are amazing. They have such innocent trust when it comes to adults. They feel safe and secure and reach their hands up to the adult to lead them. That kind of trust is beautiful.
Often times, the people with whom we place our trust end up disappointing us. When a person breaks a promise it is trust betrayed. We tend to trust things that people say, because we believe in others.

Here is an example. My friend, and I will call her Ms. S., trusted her bank. She needed to do something to lower her housepayments. So the bank, cheerfully encouraged her to apply for a loan modification. She did just that thinking her "friends" at the bank were true to their words. When the paperwork was done and she had four days to sign she found out that her payment went up $400 plus they made her pay for flood insurance which she never had. Now, she has to find another home because the government and her bank betrayed her. She is broken. The trust is gone. On top of that people like friends and family are refusing to help her, for their own selfish reasons.
I told her that I would write her story about how trust was destroyed. Please remember her in your prayers. He life is in a tailspin and needs the prayer support of others.

When we drive a car, we trust that other drivers will be as concientious as we are. However, that is not what happens. Our trust in other drivers is sometimes put to the test. This past Monday, we were sideswiped by another driver who was not looking when changing lanes. We trusted that our car would be in good condition when we turned it in this week as our lease was up. Fortunately, no one was injured, and we were not at fault, therefore the car dealer will deal with the insurance when we turned the car in. On Friday, my son was making a left hand turn and was hit broadside by a fast approaching car, whose driver could not stop in time. My son trusted that he had plenty of time to turn, but the other driver was going much too fast. Once again, no one was hurt, but the car is wrecked and hopefully it can be fixed. It was devastating for him to see his car in such a mess, and his trust in driving and in other drivers is gone.

When these trusts are broken down, in reality, it can open us up to the Lord. Our hearts get out of balance and we are going through so many emotional changes, that the only One we can turn to is God. God's promises are big enough for our problems. It is a great lesson to learn that we do not place our trust in mankind, but only in God. We are always re-learning to trust in God. When we trust, we need to let go of all doubt and truly give our life to Him. Worry and anxiety can be avoided if only we could trust God and truly believe in His promises to us.

Trust in the Lord and do good; so you will live in the land, and enjoy security. Take delight in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him, and he will act. Be still before the Lord, and wait patiently for him. (Psalm 37:3-5, 7a)

Pretending

2011-10-04T21:26:00.004-04:00

A year ago in the summer, we had our roof shingles replaced. During the roofing, about four boards had to be replaced in the peaks. Our job was to paint them. Throughout the year, I kept looking at those naked boards and it bothered me. No one else paid much attention to them, but I knew they needed to be painted, and we had a hard time finding someone to climb on the roof to do it. I kept telling myself, "Our house looks fine. Don't be so fussy." And it did look fine, until you came up to the front and saw the bare wood.

I thought about how much I can be like my house. From a distance, I look fine, but inside, I am frazzled, tired, depressed, angry. Being honest about ourselves seems to be one of the most difficult tasks ever. My friend Helen is losing her husband to brain cancer. He is in home hospice already and his time on this earth is limited. When I spoke to her yesterday, she said she was doing fine. Doing fine? How in the world can she be doing fine? I think I expected her to break down and confess how difficult it was to see her husband suffer so much and the reality that she will lose him very soon.. But no, she was doing fine.
Sometimes I think we tell people we are fine, because we wished we were. Or just by saying that, maybe magically we will be fine, and miraculous things will happen.

Pretending leads to isolation and hiding. We hear bad news, we want to hide to make it go away. We have those secret places in our heart that we wish we could expose, but we won't. We put up walls and try to hide from everyone and God, hoping we can convince them and Him that everything is fine.
Jesus is there. He is where we are at every time of struggle, joy, disappointments, sorrow; He is there. He invites us to come close and share with Him our lives, and the desires of our hearts. He cares about every detail of our lives if only we would accept the intimacy and the security He offers us. Will it change or make our life easier? Maybe not, however, He will see us through anything. Maybe you are like me, and believed in Him for years, but not really believed Him completely. At least you don't feel or live like His promises are for you.

Dear friends, Jesus is there, wherever you are, and He wants to meet you right there. Live the power of His truth, because God's love is perfect, even though we are not.

By the way, last Monday, the young man next door to us painted those bare pieces of wood, and now the house really looks fine!

Our Little Nutcracker Mouse

2011-09-26T19:29:00.000-04:00

Whew! The tension is over, the auditions are done, and the cast has been chosen. Our little Olivia was one of two seven year olds chosen to be a grey mouse in the Nutcracker Ballet! To say we are thrilled is an understatement. Rehearsals have already started and believe me they are intense! But Olivia is excited and eager and always happy and ready to go because she knows that this is an opportunity of a lifetime. It is always amazing to me how much courage this little one has to perform on stage. Last school year she was in first grade and did a solo accapella to the song, "The sun will come out tomorrow" from Annie. in front of her entire school! I was happy and proud as any grandma could be, and the tears flowed like the River Jordan.

When I think about opportunities we are all given in life, I have to wonder if we truly realize them when they are presented to us. I wonder how many missed opportunities passed me by during my life just because I was not attentive to them. Everything we have is a gift from God and that includes life opportunities. When I stand before the Lord, I hope He does not ask me why I never opened the gifts that were given to me throughout my life.

So, once again, I will sit in the audience and watch our special girl perform in a most favorite ballet and be thankful that even at her young age, she is aware when those opportunities present themselves, and she opens those gifts with eager anticipation.

Leaf by Leaf ...The Wisdom of Healing

2011-09-10T15:03:00.002-04:00

We were travelling down the freeway Saturday morning, on the way to our favorite Italian bakery to buy bread and lunchmeats. It had rained all night and most of the morning and the clouds were still dark and heavy. As we drove, I noticed that the trees (one of my favorite topics!) were already losing their brilliant green color. They were pale and starting to yellow. Yet, some trees have already burst into orange and red, and the leaves slowly were falling. My red maple tree has lost its deep burgundy color and now it looks dirty brown-green. Its leaves have started to fall also.

It's kind of how we lose those things that create resentments within ourselves. You never know when resentments or hurts will leave you. It happens gradually. One day you wake up and suddenly the world looks different, feels different, and that heaviness you carried around for so long is gone.

One by one, we watch as these precious trees shed their leaves, as they twirl and float quietly toward the ground. The wisdom of this event hit me. Those trees will not lose their leaves in one day. And I, will not lose all my hurts or resentments in one day either. It is a process that gradually will come to completion.

In this hurried culture in which we live, we want everything to happen quickly. But healing takes time and patience. I found out that breaches and breaks in relationships are the hardest wounds to heal. They go so deep and seem to take much longer to mend than other hurts. The extent of the damage that the wound has caused can take months or even years to heal. It seems a forever process, the hurt seems to drop in despairing slowness.

A vision of hope? Well, it is there for all of us. Keep your heart and soul open to receive. Until then, visualize as each leaf falls, that they are labeled with a wounded feeling that needs to heal. Feel it, own it, and watch it go.
A quiet day finally comes when that old tree with no leaves is ready for the new. And in my waiting heart, the branches with no leaves have just a hint of green.

Tooth Problem? Call on Appolonia!

2011-09-08T16:50:00.002-04:00

Today was the day I had a tooth extracted. To say I am glad it is now gone for good would be an understatement. I have suffered with this tooth for over three years, three root canals, and an apicoectomy. If the dentist that I had been seeing for many years, would have correctly taken care of this tooth, I may have avoided all the problems that I had. However, that is in the past and I must look forward.

It hurts right now. The stitches, the after surgery pain is really annoying. The other day, I happened to look up the patron saints of tooth problems and came across St. Appolonia. As I think about her, I am a bit ashamed to be such a cry baby over this tooth. Here is the reason.....

In Alexandria, Egypt, where Christians were being persecuted, Apollonia was dragged from her home and beaten by crowds of pagans. In the process of her beatings, all of her teeth were knocked out. This took place around the year 249.
The crowd threatened to throw her into a fire if she did not denounce God. As the legend goes, she told the crowd to wait for a brief moment, and then leapt into the flames on her own accord. St. Apollonia courageously became a martyr.

Rather than give a wild crowd what they wanted, Apollonia stuck firmly to her beliefs and chose to die instead of giving in to the power of the crowd.

Because Apollonia lost all of her teeth in the struggle, she is known as the patron saint of dentistry, and anyone suffering from dental problems should ask St. Apollonia to pray for them for their fast recovery.
Many Christians were being persecuted in Alexandria at the time Apollonia leapt into the fire, becoming a martyr. It was a difficult time for those who followed the Christian faith, these people were being ridiculed and persistently questioned tortured and threatened with their lives. Rather then renounce Christ, Apollonia chose to go directly to Christ, by leaping into the fire.
St. Augustine declared Apollonia's act "heroic faith."St. Apollonia became the patron saint of toothaches and other dental problems in the middle ages when gum and tooth disease reached epidemic status in Europe
Do you have a toothache? Just ask St. Appolonia to pray for a quick healing for you. I did. (brawww and it still hurts!) Hurry St. Appolonia start praying for me!

A Conversation.....My Version

2011-09-06T20:52:00.002-04:00

The other night, it was difficult for me to fall asleep. Maybe if I talk to the Lord, I will ease my mind and then rest easily.The story of Zacchaeus came to mind, and so I began.........

I can hardly keep up with everyone around me. They are all moving so fast toward their goals and to the things of this world that people believe will make them happy. So I stop and slow down and hang my head because I know I will never acquire so much in my life, and I am not going to try. Suddenly the crowd grows wild and people are running as if their lives depended on it. This time it is a different kind of crowd. "He"s here, he's here!!" "Whose here?" I ask. A young woman stopped and glared at me, "Jesus, Jesus is here. Where have you been?" So I pick up speed to see Jesus. I know of him, but I wonder if he knows me. I know that I can never keep up with these crazy people, and besides, by the time I get to him, the crowds will squeeze me out and crowds make me uncomfortable as it is. I see a low hanging branch on a tree near where I stand so I try my best to swing my legs up and around so I can sit and observe from a higher perspective. I so want to see him but I feel so unworthy. I fall short of being a good wife, mother and friend. I am selfish and don't want to leave my comfort zone to help others. These people below me are much more worthy to be noticed by him than I. There is John and Tracy who have cancer, Amanda who has seizures, Sue who is pain from a spine that is slowly falling apart, and the grief.....Kathy whose husband died while waiting for a lung transplant, and Pat, whose husband left her after well over 40 yrs.....such pain, such sorrow. How dare I feel entitled to have his attention?

Just then, I could sense a calm, I hear whispers. He was looking up at me. I parted the leaves and looked back at him. Oh those penetrating beautiful eyes, looking straight into my soul. I was ashamed. Then he spoke. "Ginny, I can see you, so come down and greet me." That voice, soft, yet strong, firm, yet not condemning, forgiving. He knew everything about me, the good and the bad. He walked toward the tree to meet me. I stood before him, silent, not able to speak. Then he reached out his arms and embraced me. I am shaking from disbelief. I hear this gutteral sound come up from deep inside me, and I realize that I am sobbing. "Jesus, I give you my wounded heart, my troubled mind. I give you my broken family. In total abandonment and trust I surrender my life to you. I want to follow you, to be with you forever." In that instant, I inhale the comfort of the one who I worship. He says, "I want to stay with you at your house. You are my beloved."

GOOD NIGHT IRENE

2011-09-02T16:30:00.000-04:00

We are back from our vacation in South Carolina, and Hurricane Irene missed us! On Friday, we got rain from the outer bands of the hurricane but by 6pm that evening everything quieted down and returned to normal. The surf was quite wild as we could see no beach for two days. The ocean was turbuent and angry reacting to the forces that effect it. Again, it is like what hapens to people's journey when encountering the storms of life. At times the ocean appears to be peaceful and tranquil reflecting the moods of people. One can visualize themselves as a piece of sea grass landing on the water and being carried by the currents.

Other times, it is dangerous and risky to be even in a few inches of the wild surf. I made that mistake. I just wanted to play in the waves for just a few minutes. At first I escaped the really huge waves that came rolling after me. However, I turned for just a second and suddenly I found myself flat on my face thrown around like a piece of driftwood and trying to fight the strength of the undertow. I managed to get up and literally crawl to shore. When I stood up, I was about 25ft. from where I first was standing and I was horribly dizzy.
That was the end of my ocean fun.

Otherwise, it was great to see the beauty of the creation of God, the palm trees, the ocean, the sea creatures, and trees. It certainly makes one appreciate the natural beauty that is available to all of us to see, if we choose to open our eyes.

This is when Irene started to whip up her anger.

Mermaid Olivia

Underwater treasure seeker, Gianna

Sand Castle builder, Matteo

bathing beauties!

Too much beach fun!

trouble waiting to happen!

Mama and her babies

Beautiful sunset.

A good time and a safe trip was had by all!

The Wisdom of a Tree (revisited)

2011-08-18T12:48:00.000-04:00

Here is a former blog entry I wrote sometime in early Autumn. We are so fortunate to be able to drink in all of God's beautiful nature whenever we want. Sometimes when it comes to my trees, I almost carry on a conversation with them..there is something so special about the majesty of a tree..........

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The Wisdom of a Tree

I talked to a tree today. I found myself sitting on my front porch looking intently at the tree directly in front of me. It has already started to lose its leaves as the colors turn from a burgundy red to a dull brown. I felt sadness in my heart. Well, it was not only because of the tree losing its leaves, but for the air of confusion, anger, sickness, and uncertainty for the future that I feel deep down in my soul.

Let's just say, these past few months have been trying at best. Indeed, it has been trying for me, my family, my children, my grandkids, my extended family, my friends. It seems anymore, that everyone who I come in contact with has a major problem or a decision, or an illness to deal with, or bad news or dilema that is weighing heavy on their hearts.

I talked to a tree today. I told it of my pain, my tears joining the moisture of the earth. It listened as I told it of my problems, my dreams, my prayers. I asked the tree to lift them up toward Heaven for me in its long extended branches.

I knew it heard me, so I hugged it and wispered, "thank you!" as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I felt the life blood in my veins intermingle with the sap-filled rhythm of the tree.

I listened to a tree today.

It said, "Things happen, things change. Do not be afraid of tomorrow--God is already there."

Posted by ginny at 7:00 PM

Running On Empty

2011-08-16T16:32:00.000-04:00

It's hard to be inspired when you're running on empty. My plate is full. I'm exhausted. I need to go away for about 10 days to re-fill my well, so to speak. I'm dried up..useless to anyone. So, that is what I am going to do.
It is no secret that I love nature in all its forms. I am especially drawn to the water, the ocean to be exact. I live in the Great Lake State, a peninsula surrounded by water. We are fortunate to have inland lakes within a 1/2 mile in any direction. But the ocean is where I feel most connected with my Creator. It is there that I am filled, renewed, rested and inspired.
As I prepare to go away, I will re-post some of my more nature geared blogs. Hopefully, when I return, get my dental problems settled, and deal with other issues, I can once again put fingers to the keyboard and hopefully inspire someone else through my writing. Till then.........

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Golden Moments of True Joy

"And Jesus went away to pray......."

How often is this phrase mentioned in the Bible. Even Jesus, Himself, had to break away from the crowds in order to commune with His Father.

My idea of going away to pray is being alone with the Father in a place of natural surroundings. I have a special place on the side of my home where I have a bench and am surrounded by trees and quiet, the perfect spot to pray and reflect. I also have a VERY favorite place, and that is at the ocean. Every year I look forward to spending time at the beach surrounded by the massive expanse of water that invites me to drift.

My raft is ready. The sand on the shore is sun-warmed and moist. It is high tide and the waves are loud and crashing. There is no undertow where I am. I grab my raft and fall into its rubber lap. The waves carry me away. The clouds are wispy white, high, with abundant formations. The sea gulls don't care that I have invaded their space, as they know that I am just visiting. The salt water washes over my body, and the rocking motion of the raft is calming to my spirit. My breathing is soft and shallow. I am at peace. As the waves carry me away, I know that God and I are truly at home with each other. It is as if He is saying to me, "Little one of mine, let the waves be as my arms surrounding you with my loving presence. Allow me to rock you tenderly and soothe that which is troubling you. Be still and know that I am God."

I take this trip often in my dreams..............

TAKING A BREAK

2011-08-13T13:10:00.000-04:00

Keeping it simple and quiet for a few days. I had oral surgery that did not work and need further work done....to be continued............

KEEPING IT SIMPLE

2011-08-03T14:48:00.002-04:00

Curious how the very basics of life, the simple everyday things, are already being passed over by the very young. I discovered this the other day while spending time with the grandkids at the lake close by to our home. Now, these children come from a very well rounded family life, priviledged, happy, and wanting nothing. However, it was the simple things that they didn't get. For example, the difference between an ocean and a lake, salt versus fresh water, what makes a beach a beach, and what kind of marine life is found in each. What makes a picnic different from any other meal was another question.

The modern day children are very savvy about computers, Ipods, Ipads, WiFi, facebook, twitter, leapfrog games and video games, playdates, bounce houses, theme parties, teen idols, and popular music, makeup, fashion, soccer, ballet, gymnastics, and the price of popularity. But in our everyday life, I wonder how many days our eyes have really been wide open to see the things that due to our rushing, racing, out of control days are missed by us and our children.

It is time, moms and dads, grandmas and grandpas, to see to it that our children do not miss a moment of those simple things that are so important in a lifetime. How many popsicle licking days, days of spinning and running, pogo sticks, bare feet and tree climbing are missed. Where is the wonder of now, the use of the imagination that takes us to far away places in our hearts, and adventures too numerous to count. Someone, wake them up!..to the splashing of water, the beating of bird wings, walking in fog, tasting the rain, watching the sunset, listening to the soft cooing of the doves, searching for rainbows, before their childhood slips away. How do we stop living like life is an emergency? Tell them that the earth below them and the rain above them, and all the stars swirrling above them is life, to be experienced like a sweet dessert...the awe of catching a bubble, wiggle a loose tooth, and feeling a butterfly wing.

Life can only be held in the hand of the unhurried. Yes, life is our dessert, too sweet, too delictable, too brief to be hurried. It is a gift of simplicity, and gratitude is our mantra. Simplicity is the one rose on our window sill, a nap, the blowing out of birthday candles, a puff of fresh air flowing through our home. What if we figured it all out, that the insignificant, seemingly small things, is the seed that plants the giant miracle.

Take the time today to teach a child that the simple moments of life are holy, ordinary, amazing grace, a gift to share and embrace together.

What the Flowers Have to Say

2011-07-19T18:29:00.000-04:00

For many years, we have not had such a hot summer. I am not complaining, however, the heat and humidity is almost unbearable. Last evening we had bad storms. My daughter who lives only three miles from us lost their electricity. So, we had guests overnight, and I was so grateful that our air conditioner kept all of us cool and comfortable. It is worrisome sometimes when those storms move into our area, as fallen trees and loss of power cause such turmoil.
This morning all seemed hazy and humid and quiet. As I walked around our property checking out our trees and flowers, my eyes caught the movement of our pansies as they danced in the breeze. "We are loving the day, and the fresh rainfall we had. Our colors are vibrant and we feel refreshed." Look at how pretty we are," they shouted, clamoring for my attention. The noisy little flowers made me smile, and even chuckle to myself. In doing so, the worry and concern and heaviness in my heart I had been feeling, seemed to drift away.

Life has been hard, lately. We had a death, sickness, disappointments, and worries that seem to pile up and render burdensome feelings. Thank you, pansies, for reminding me about the lilies of the field: "They do not spin, they do not weave; but I tell you Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like any one of them.." Lk 12:27

Dear God, the splendor and delight of Your creation washes away weariness and strengthens my faltering spirit. Remind me always to to entrust my worries to You who knows what I need. You show me the path to life, boundless joy, peace, and love, at Your side forever. amen

Do You Understand What I'm Saying?

2011-06-26T17:15:00.002-04:00

While watching the little ones the other day, my oldest granddaughter, Olivia, was intently watching a commercial on tv. She ran over to me and said, "Nana, could you buy me those Orbeez that I saw in the commercial?" Well, I never promise to buy anything until I check it out for myself first, and so I told her that I would look into it. The next day I went in search of these Orbeez and was not impressed with what I saw. However, since they were not for me, I decided to do a little research for myself first before purchasing it. In reading most of the customer ratings, I discovered that these little balls that grow into squishy orbs, are not only messy to work with, but they are dangerous if swallowed and very hard to clean off the floors.
That evening we visited the kids and I sat Olivia down and explained why I would not purchase the Orbeez for her. I found myself repeating, "Do you understand what I am saying?" Even in her disappointment, she said, "Yes, NaNa I do. They just want to make it look fun so people would buy them." I wanted her to know that I wanted to buy her something, because that is what I am always doing for those kids. But this time, I decided that it was not for them to have, but that I love doing special things for them.

Once home I started to write in my journal complaining to God (as usual) about all the things that are wrong in my life, and how I think He should respond, as my Heavenly Father, and fix it.
As I was turning the pages in my bible, I came across many verses that I have highlighted in my studies.
"Did My Word tell you that worry is useless, and not to worry about your life?" (Matthew 6:25)
"Yes, Father."
"Did My Word tell you that when you are terrified to have faith?" (Matthew8:26)
"Yes, Father."
"Did I tell you that your children will be taken care of?" (Psalm37:25)
"Yes, You did Father."
"Did I promise you peace of mind?" John 14:1-3,and 27
"I forget, sometimes, Father."
"What else have I promised?"
"Well, promises for prosperity, for my marriage, for healing.... many promises, Father."
"Did I tell you that My grace is sufficient for you, for power is made perfect in weakness?" (2 Cor 12:9)
"Sigh, Yes, You did Father."
"Well, then, do you understand what I'm saying?"

Just then, I realized how much like little children we all are when it comes to our Heavenly Father, and that He knows what is best for us, even when we doubt.
Oh what lessons I still have to learn when it comes to faith!

A FAMILY TRAGEDY

2011-06-22T09:46:00.000-04:00

Please keep Jamey and her family from LIFES REFLECTIONS in your prayers. Over the weekend, their house caught on fire, and they lost everything, including pets. Thankfully, no one was injured and her family is safe.

The Path To My Door

2011-06-06T15:17:00.002-04:00

I never realized it before, but my front porch is a very busy place! Since it is almost Summer, we like to spend as much time outdoors as possible. Our favorite thing to do is just sit, sit and have lemonade, or iced tea, fruit, wine and cheese, listen to music or listen to the sounds of summer, especially evening sounds. The chimes on the porch dance in the breeze, twisting and turning, and here it is that we sit and share life and the fullness that it brings.
Our porch also is shared by family, friends and neighbors. Last evening my neighbor called me and asked me to meet her on my front porch. She had news to tell me and it made me very uncomfortable, because I knew what the news was. It was not good. I am losing my neighbor to foreclosure. She and her husband had been struggling for over five years after he lost his job. They tried to save their home, but to no avail.
We both cried. Then it became silent. Few words were needed at that point.
After she left to go back to her home, I sat and thought and prayed for a moment.
The path to my door is worn. It is made of cement, but lined with flowers and scattered stones. It is part of my heart, that path and that porch. It is washed by tears, and blessed in silence. It is known that way only to me.
My prayer was this:
Dear God, held in your loving arms along the path of life, may I
be and encourager
forgive and injury
keep a secret
open a door
offer hope
share my heart
allow myself to be vulnerable...amen

You Talkin to Me??

2011-05-22T17:06:00.014-04:00

I have a confession.....I am hooked....on the VH-1 tv program.....Mob Wives. Before you gasp, and fall on your knees and pray for my pitiful soul, let me explain.

This infatuation probably stems from the fact that I am half Italian, and life like the ones depicted on this reality tv program is so not what I experienced in my life. The program follows the "now" life of four women, living on Staten Island, one of whom is the daughter of a mobster who is in prison, and the other three have husbands in prison, or going to prison for their crimes.

The interesting thing is that these four women are trying to convince themselves and everyone else that they no longer want to live "the life" of ties with the mob. However, nowhere in their stories am I convinced that this is possible or that they truly want to disconnect in order to attain their goals.

For example, in episode #4, two of the women are out at a bar, trying to de-stress, when they were approached by a not-so-nice guy, looking for action. The one gal, I think her name is Renee, starts to yell profanities at this guy to make him go away. When that did not work she got in his face and blurted "Do you have any @$#@#%^&&%$# idea WHO I AM???? When the guy responded that she was a nobody, she immediately pulled out her cellphone to call in the troops, being her ex-husband who happens to be out on bail. After a few more expletives, and then some, her ex shows up and in only the way a mob guy can nicely persuade this guy to apologize, he does. (oh my!)

Ok, so now does this remind you of anything, or should I say, of anyone?
How often do we say we want to change our lives for the better, only to fall back into the same sinful habits, because we think we are too weak or just plain used to living this way. Who are we convincing? Who are we fooling? Surely not God. He knows our heart, our weakness, our failings. So what do we do? We continue on living on the edge, promising that tomorrow we will start anew. Then tomorrow comes and nothing changes. That "mob" guy we all know, is constantly telling us that we are nobody, we are failures, we are hopeless, we are doomed. He is the liar, the master of deceit, the loathsome one, the destroyer of all that is good. He is the evil one who seeks to avenge God through us.

But now it is your turn to say "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!!?? I am an heir to the throne of my King Jesus, the Living God. I am precious in His sight. I am the apple of His eye. I am a princess/prince in His kingdom. You can't touch me! I belong to Him and Him alone. He has prepared a place for me with Him in heaven. You have to flee now, because I have called in the troops..the Holy Spirit, the saints, the angels and all who dwell in the Most High Place.!"

Oh yeh. It is done. We have accomplished what we said we would do. Unlike those poor mob wives.....heaven help them......we are complete in Jesus, the Lord.
Can I get an AMEN?!

Would You Care For a Dance?

2011-05-17T18:40:00.002-04:00

My prayers lately, feel like an invitation to dance with God. As I dialogue with God I try to understand the message. I am invited by God to find a deeper relationship....a real touch...as if dancing with Him.
I accept this invitation, but in my hesitancy, I realize I need to break away out of all my questions, and doubts, and "what if"..
Oh how I thank God for inviting me to dance these days. God leads and we twirl around, enjoying each others company.
He assures me that I am special, like a found treasure. He tells me to just be myself; Accept myself, with all my faults and failings and fears.
There is no need to prove anything to anyone. It is just the two of us. He knows me inside and out. He tells me to keep my vision of life and move toward what is waiting for me. "Patience," he says, "and trust Me."
"Keep moving," He says, "to goodness, wholeness and healing."
Inside of me, there awaits a wonderful spirit of freedom. "Take my hand, Lord, and show me Your way. Integrate all that is part of my life and transform me."
Gradually, I am living intimately with my God. He has taught me to be kinder to myself. The more honest I can be with my emotions, the freer I am to love and give joy to others. Sometimes I stumble as if missing a dance step. But He is there to catch me if I fall, and draws me closer to Him as we spin and turn.
"Peace." He whispers..."Do not be afraid. I am here. Allow Me to lead."

Mother's Love...One of a Kind

2011-05-02T15:45:00.001-04:00

Mother's Day is almost upon us already! It seems like yesterday that I was putting away the Christmas decorations.
I just wanted to say a few things about mothers and their love.
Only once in your life will someone so special walk in front of you and prepare the way for your future and security.
A mother is the person who cares enough to say "no" but enthusiastic enough to say "yes" whenever the possibility arises. A mother is one of the few people in your life who will wait patiently while you make the most important decisions of your life, and silently accept them, even if it is not what she would want.
In a lifetime of relationships, you will have the opportunity to be loved by someone who could never love you more than she does every day, your mother. She is the one person who will love you openly and warmly.
She is the one who has always been able to sense your pain, interpret your feelings, and comfort you with her caring ways. Your mother is the one who will overlook your mistakes, will accept you...all of you no matter what, and will love you unconditionally.
A mother's love is one of a kind.
If you are fortunate enough to have your mother with you, you have opportunities galore to let your mother know how much you appreciate her. If your mother is gone, you hopefully have many wonderful memories and will be able to stop and thank her silently in your heart for the many gifts she has left for you.
There is a place in my heart where only my mother's memory will continue to remind me of how much she meant to me, and how much she is missed in my life.
Happy Mother's Day to all you wonderful moms out there!

God, I Have Dreams...

2011-04-10T19:32:00.002-04:00

The soft warm breezes blew today. I stood on the front porch and took in a deep breath. "Oh God, thank you for this warm weather finally!" Something in my whole being seemed to change. Winter has been such a long tedius time for us. It seems like we wait forever for the Springtime to truly arrive, and when it finally does, new beginnings await.

I closed my eyes and spoke to the wind. "God knows we have faced many struggles of life, and I don't mean to put limitations on Him. God's power has no limitations. He can work mighty miracles in our life. He has intervened in the course of human events, in ways that cannot be explained. So, sweet wind, please carry my hopes and dreams and raise them up to the heavens for me. Ask God to take them and bless them for us.
And, ask God to release His mighty power, and free us from those things that bind us and make us captive, so we can be free, like you, the wind."

A while ago, I thought my dreams would never come to fruition. So, I took them and placed them in a treasure chest to be buried forever. But, then I thought, why this sense of loss? When did I forget the One Person with whom I could trust my hopes and dreams? I brought those dreams to the surface and placed each one on my heart and now I am sending them to the only One Who will listen to me, and if it is His will, then He will answer and make my dreams come true.
But Jesus looked at them and said to them, "With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible." (Matthew 19:26)

Rain, Rain, Don't Go Away!

2011-04-04T12:37:00.001-04:00

Ah, April! Finally, a light at the end of a tunnel. Rain showers are washing away the dirt and grime of old snow mounds and finally, after a looooong winter, we can actually see the lawns and buds on the trees, and the signs of new sprouts from the ground.

Every April 1, my sister and I find an opportunity to sing a duet on the phone, the song, "April Showers." We have been doing that for so many years, that I cannot remember how it all started and why. All I know is the song makes our hearts happy that spring is finally here.
This year, after our duo song fest, I sat and contemplated what the words mean and how, if you looked deep, it can take on a whole new perspective.

"Though April showers may come your way, (pain, suffering, fear, anxiety, debt, darkness of heart...etc.)
They bring the flowers that bloom in May. (sunshine, joy, hope, renewal, prosperity..)
So if it's raining, (storms of life, disappointments, rocky roads...)
Have no regrets (take heart, help is on the way!...)
Because it isn't raining rain you know (look ahead, don't look back....)
It's raining violets. (God will send His rainbow.)
So when you see clouds above the hill, (when darkness tries to enter your heart...)
You soon will see crowds of daffodils. (new beginnings, growth..)
So keep on looking for a bluebird and list'ning for his song..(God is here, listen to Him)
Whenever April showers come along." (The dry seasons in life do not last.)

HAPPY APRIL! KEEP THOSE SHOWERS COMING!

Pink Saturday Gifting

2011-03-26T21:22:00.002-04:00

You know the feeling when it seems like everything you do turns to mud? My week (month, actually) has been like that. This past week has been challenging, spiritually, mentally, physically, emotionally....well, I guess in every way possible. I wanted on more than one occasion to just take to my bed and shut out the world.....But I didn't....I hung in there and swallowed the bitterness in my throat.
Today, my friend Marie called and asked if I wanted to go to the outlet mall on my end of the world with her. Since I had no pressing engagements to speak of (ahem, when do I anyway?) I accepted her invitation. So, I got ready and when she came in the house she had this big gift bag in her hand. In the bag was the most precious pink and green quilt that she had hand made just for my little girlies' room. I was so excited to see it! She had told me long ago that she was going to make a quilt for my grand babies room, but I just forgot about it, and to my surprise and delight, I might add, today was the day that I was gifted with this beautiful quilt! You know, when things get you down, God has a way of letting you know just how special you really are. If you are not in tune to His workings in your life, then you will miss so many blessings. This is just another example of how the kindness and thoughtfullness of another person, can bless and enrich your life. When someone else invests time, talent and money to create such a beautiful gift just for you, it is really hard not to see the love of God in that person and in that gift, which was specifically made for you!
The love of a friend touches you--even though she knows all about you, she loves you anyway. The love of a friend is a gift from God!

See the pretty pinks and greens!

It is hard to see, but look at the intricate stitching....

Another view!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

2011-03-16T15:17:00.000-04:00

Yesterday was my daughter's 37th birthday. My oh my how fast time flies by!

So, Adrienne, this is for you:

I will be the one person who can look into your heart and see its needs, and then try to satisfy them.

My love for you is sustained and deep, and will never disappear. There will always be a special bond between a mother and her daughter, never forget that. My job was to get you to adulthood and then push off. You have your own life to lead, and your own destiny to accomplish.
The fact remains that I will always remember, for it is embeded in the core of my heart, all that you did while growning up. I will never forget your first day at school, your first dance recital, your first haircut, putting on mittens and playing in the snow, your tiny boots, your little hands and feet, and how many times I kissed them. I remember your first broken heart, and the tears that streamed down your cheeks, because, you see, tears streamed down mine also. I remember when you were sick and how I took care of your feverish body to make you comfortable. I remember the night I had you right next to me in bed and I remained awake while you coughed and coughed until the morning came. Losing sleep meant nothing to me just so I knew that you would soon recover.
I remember your wedding day, the day your first child was born, the day the fourth child was born....everything. No one ever told me that this change in my life since the day you were born is irreversible. That I will feel in my heart every pain, every loss, every disappointment, every rebuff, every cruelty, every joy, that you will experience life long.
You have become an elegant, lovely young woman, wife and mother. Your heart is big and unselfish and you bring joy wherever you go. I am proud to be your mother.....I am proud that you are my daughter...HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Love, mom

My Mother, Myself

2011-03-08T13:22:00.001-05:00

Years ago there was a book called "My mother, myself," written by Nancy Friday. It was about a woman's search for her identity, or should I say a daughter's search for identity.
In this book, she shows that to a woman's character, the key lies in her relationship with her mother. On the deepest level women will always be their mother's daughters, and that only when they recognize and understand this will they be able to find their own strength and direct their own lives.
The first realization for me when thinking about her, was that my mother did the best that she knew how to do. My accepting this, I experienced a level of peace within myself which freed me from seeking that "perfection" in my mother. My mother was really my true mirror. This led me to understand that I was able to allow my mother and myself to be separate, loveable, and empowered women, yet very much alike.
Keeping this in mind, we are able to form very strong bonds with our mothers; a bond that will last a lifetime even in the loss of one's mother.
The month of March is the month that I have set aside as kind of a month of tribute to my mother. I am able to do this by looking at photos, fondly remembering her wisdom, and sharing that with my siblings, my children and grandchildren, wearing the few pieces of jewelry that once belonged to her, displaying some of her personal items, and praying, for myself, my memories, and for my own family.
Her heart was big, her love was pure. She was always there to hear my complaints, advise me and laugh and cry with me. I have never heard a harsh word from her towards anyone. She was a lady in all the ways possible, she had grace and dignity, and a tender demeaner.
There are those moments of weakness and vulnerability that I wish I were still a child held tightly in her arms, knowing that I was safe and secure and that all my troubles would soon disappear. In my mother's heart was the greatest gift of all..her unconditional love and acceptance of me, just as I am.
My mother passed away on Feb. 28 1999, and her birthday is March 25. I hold this month as special and bittersweet.
This is my "thank you" to the most important woman in this daughter's life.

my mother on her wedding day in 1935

at her 80th birthday celebration, 1998

Awakening

2011-02-28T13:07:00.001-05:00

Spring will arrive in 20 days. Little by little there are longer days of sunlight, and earlier dawns. It is time. The creatures that have been hidden for so long, are starting to emerge. Bird songs are beginning to echo in the early morning sunrise.
One can almost hear nature calling.."Now, Now, Now is the time for rebirth!"

I feel like it is taking forever for spring to arrive as I sit in the doldrums of dullness. Hurry! The waiting is almost like a pregnant woman in her last month, trying to manage her extra bulk and uncomfotable body. Wake up you trees! Take your fingerlike branches and reach, reach for the sun. Feel the warmth making you want to blossom. Feel the life source of your sap moving ever so slowly at first. Beneath the seeming ugliness and deadness, the earth is already softening, preparing itself for planting. You are the miracle child of all the seasons. You fill the earth with hope and renewal. Your season, dear spring, has a special ability to awaken me to joy, gratitude, and praise. When I am connected to that which is beautiful, I feel called to praise the One from whom all this has come.

So rise out of winter's arms, and soften the hard earth of our hearts with your rains. Breathe warmth on the cold places in us. Lighten our anxious hearts and winter weary bodies.

Come, welcome guest. The wait is getting unbearable!

Help! Attention All Creative People

2011-02-19T15:32:00.002-05:00

I was going through some things and ran across MY baby book! Inside there were scattered baby shower cards, new baby welcome cards, MY birth announcement card, a 4th birthday card and a First Communion card. I want to keep these cards intact (because, well, they are considered to be ANTIQUE!) and would like to do something with them and the baby book, but I have no ideas as to what.

I need the help of all you creative crafters out there who can give me an idea as to what to do with these things. I do not do scrapbooks, memory books, or whatever it is called, so that is out. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

Valentine Tea Party

2011-02-13T14:31:00.000-05:00

Welcome to my Valentine Tea Party! I made these pretty sugar cubes shaped like roses and hearts.

These were my napkins. Don't they look like angels? The heart is glued to a mini clothes pin.

The table is set with vintage china, glass plates and the centerpiece is a wire teapot filled with red roses, baby's breath, and glittered hearts.

The little ones all excited for good food and of course, Valentine gifts!

Pink heart shaped bowls for soup.

Fans and hats and lots of giggles with cousin Stephanie!

For our menu: Tomato Bisque soup, tea sandwiches, scones, tomato pie and chicken salad with crescent rolls. For dessert" mini pastries and of course tea....Earl Grey Jasmine, Bourbon Street Vanilla, Angel's Dream, Caramel Cherry Cheesecake, and for the littlest, Lady Hanna's fruit blend.

For two precious hours, we visited, and chatted, laughed, shed tears, and enjoyed each other's company; sisters, mothers, aunts and cousins for a girlie afternoon!

Love Is...

2011-02-06T15:26:00.000-05:00

Valentine's Day is just a few days away and one of my favorite little holidays. As I was preparing to make cookies for my Valentine Tea, I let my mind drift away on Love.
Love is energy. We cannot perceive it with our physical senses. People can tell you when they feel it, and when they don't. They can tell when they lose it, and when they want to feel it back again. Many are without love. This world can be a loveless place, sadly.
God sends people to love us, and through them, we feel that it is really God Who is loving us.
Some days, I feel the love of those around me, and some days I wonder if there is any love to be had.
So, what do I feel love is? The enjoyment of friends, and family, sharing laughter,,,Love is there.
When I am alone and my world is crashing around me....Love is there.
When someone I love goes out of my life for awhile...Love is there.
When it is quiet and I gaze out the window at the piled high snow glistening in the sunlight...Love is there.
When I watch my grandchidren sleep.......Love is there.
When a meal is cooked for me.....Love is there.
When coffee is made for me in the morning...Love is there.
When unexpected gifts are given...Love is there.

There are thousands of ways to find love.
For me, I must be still, and to feel love I go to God. For the Heart of God is Love.

AFTERNOON DELIGHT

2011-02-02T14:47:00.000-05:00

GAZING OUT THE WINDOW AT ALL THE SNOW

READING MY BIBLE AND WRITING IN MY JOURNAL

MESMORIZED BY THE FLICKERING OF A SMALL CANDLE LIGHT

LINGERING OVER A CUP OF CARAMEL CHERRY CHEESECAKE TEA

AND A COUPLE OF SWEET TREATS

FEELING VERY BLESSED TO HAVE A WARM HOUSE, HOT DRINKS, AND THE COZY FEELING THAT LOVE LIVES HERE.

The Other Side of the Storm

2011-01-22T21:48:00.005-05:00

Sometime I don't lay out all my problems out there for others to read. Frankly, it's because I don't feel like it. Life is hard enough for everyone to deal with, without listening or reading about someone else's trials. Lately I have written posts and then deleted them because I was afraid to put it out there for anyone and everyone to read. When I pour my heart and soul into a blog entry, it usually sounds like I want people to feel sorry for me. But that is not the case. I just want someone to hear what I have to say, get it off my chest, so to speak. I love blogging. Sometimes, it seems so freeing to tell a story, but then again, it is a little intimidating and uncomfortable.

The last few years have been really hard at our home. Five years ago, we were living very comfortably and content. Then it hit. Unemployment reared its ugly head and destroyed jobs for my husband, my son, and for me. It is hard even today to understand how we got where we are today. Not a day goes by that I am not reminded that money is scarce and that I have to live a frugal life, do without things I want, and be happy to have only what I need. Even though I am blessed to have health insurance, medical bills are piling up and, well, I don't know how I will pay them.

The enemy does not play fair. It is a hard reality to look at life through these eyes today.

It is kind of like a storm in the distance. You see it coming, but you never think it will hit your home. Well, the storm came and it hit hard. Powerful storms sometimes have devastating impacts on the landscapes of our lives. They steal away something that belongs to us, our home, a loved one, a career, illness, divorce--yet God can use that storm as a vehicle to renew our strength. That which was meant to destroy, can unleash a powerful process of recovery, as long as you don't give up. It is hard to ask God to give you hope and a new vision for an uncertain future. It is difficult to hand over the broken battered pieces of your life and trust that He is in control and will put you back together. In all these things, I have learned to cling to Him because I have nowhere else to go. I am desperately dependent on Him for my very breath, for the grace necessary to continue, for faith, hope and joy. I have hidden in the shadow of His wings, and have clung to His promises of restoration and victory.

I don't ask God "why". I just ask Him what He can accomplish in my heart so that I can continue to grow and thrive. Lead me Lord to where I must go and to what I must do.

"Oh God You are my God and I trust in YOU. You will assist me and be my refuge and I will fear nothing." (Padre Pio)

Unless You Become Like Children.....

2011-01-16T13:44:00.005-05:00

Have you ever noticed how another person's spirit or attitude influences your own? I was on the phone the other day and the person I was speaking with was filled with negativity and criticism. She complained about everything and everyone, her obvious handicap, and how so many of her friends have abandoned her. Her negativity fed mine. I hung the phone up feeling ashamed that I allowed myself to be drawn in by such talk. I know that it is perfectly healthy to voice legitimate complaints and concerns, as I do that myself. But I also know that it is toxic to the spiritual life when one gripes and criticizes incessantly. All the beautiful gifts that life has to offer are easily missed when life is viewed constantly in the negative.

Then I thought about my grand kids. We celebrated my birthday the other day with dinner and cake and ice cream at my daughter's home. When I am greeted by their sweet faces, they bring with them an aura of hope, optimism, and joy. Children find it so easy to laugh and be happy, along with possessing a true spirit of gratitude. I know part of it is because of their innocence and lack of wisdom and life experiences, however, are we not supposed to be like little children?

There is a way we can live our life not denying our own problems and troubles, but to adapt a way of not letting ourselves get completely absorbed in them.

I believe that the strength of one positive, grateful person can draw another into similar gratitude and praise God for all the beautiful gifts bestowed on us each and every day. There is joy to be found hidden in little things.

"Glorify the Lord with me; let us together extol His name." Psalm 34:4

I Once Was Blind, But Now I See

2011-01-06T16:54:00.004-05:00

"What do you want me to do for you? And he said, "Lord, I want to regain my sight." And Jesus said to him, "Receive your sight, your faith has made you well."Immediately he regained his sight and began following him, glorifying God, and when all the people saw it, they gave praise to God. Luke 18:41

Well the scales have fallen from my eyes and I can see again! During the Christmas holiday, I had both cataracts in my eyes removed and replaced with an intra-occular lens. It is amazing how much my vision has improved. I can throw away my contact lenses and glasses, because I will not be using them anymore.

These procedures brought me to think about so many scripture passages that have to do with eyes, and seeing the light and seeking to see God, once being blind but being cured by Jesus. And then I thought about New Year resolutions. I for one, cannot keep to a resolution, however, this year I decided to "see" things a bit differently. I want to regain my sight. I have been lost in darkness, groping around, searching, but unable to see past my own selfish pride, my hurts my fears.

I have been blinded by so many things, indifference toward others, including those in my own family, ignoring my own faults and falling into bad habits just to name a few. This year I am going to to open my eyes to all that is good and positive and beautiful, and healthy. I will no longer speak ugliness about myself, and just appreciate that God made me just the way I am and no amount of criticism of myself will change that. I will "see" people as they truly are, and not how I would like them to be. No one will discourage me like they tried to quiet the blind man crying out to Jesus. I don't want to remain stuck, stuck on the side of the road, wishing I could see the world through eyes of grace.

If I can continue to believe that every good thing and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, the One Who sends us His perfect light, Jesus, then I too, will be like that poor blind man crying out to the Lord, and then rejoicing in the freedom of my sight.

Holy Darkness

2010-12-26T16:44:00.004-05:00

Every Christmas Eve, around midnight, I walk out into the front of my home and stand under my red maple tree and connect to the Christ Child.

As I quietly stand alone I can hear the wind whistling through the evergreens and the woods that surround our neighborhood. What a perfect evening. All is calm in this holy darkness. I stand under my beloved tree and a wave of sadness comes over me. "Why do you look so empty dear tree? Where is your life force now? Is the sap that flows through your veins frozen and that is why you appear lifeless? You answer me. "It is my time to rest. The season is here for me to go within. It is not my time to stretch and grow. It is my time for withdrawal and restoration of energy."

I see its icy clothed branches as they moan and sway to the season's reality. I find crystal drops falling from my eyes, almost as if I am terrified and joyful at the same time. I recall the story of how long ago, a child was born in the icy darkness of night, leaving the comforting secure darkness of His mother's womb. A child who will change the world is now born in the dirty smelly presence of animals. Love was born in this simple lowliness.

I lean into the nurturing, comforting darkness as it surrounds me, and I breathe deeply.

"Thank you for the gift of You, dear Christ Child. Thank you for the blessing bestowed upon me and my family, this past year. Thank you for children and grand children, and husbands who sacrifice much for their families. Thank you for friends, for health, for all the comforts of life, comforts that You, Yourself did not have." My heart is bursting from pure gratitude.

I turn towards my tree and the sadness leaves, replaced by peace.

Another Christmas Eve is almost over as I leave this holy darkness. It is a beautiful gift, this darkness. It is the quiet darkness of this moment, that I am filled with the light of Christ and the hope that shines deep within the recesses of my soul.

Let it Go...Accept Your Gift of Love

2010-12-18T19:16:00.005-05:00

I love the Christmas holiday. I like to read about the religious traditions of other countries. I do all that I can spiritually during the four weeks of Advent so as to appreciate and treasure the true meaning of Christmas.

Not so everyone. For a sad reason, an incredible amount of sadness and depression descends upon many people at this time of the year. I pondered this reason a lot during these past weeks. I spoke with a friend the other day, and she is still carrying the burden of unforgiveness toward another for the last 30 yrs. How can that be? I told her to let it go, especially now, when it renders its ugliness and blackness during this holy season.

I also know that there are many people who are missing the warmth of traditional values. feel isolated, lonely, and alienated. Christmas to them is just another day to sit alone in their homes, removed from any kind of tradition or celebration. Perhaps, all it would take is an invite from someone to join them for a meal, or a family gathering. Simple....but often times not done.

Negativity, let it go. Adopt "manger" faith. That is when these hurts and fears are put aside, and you feel no offense when you are turned away at the inn. It is not an impossible thing to do. I did it, and the freedom that it offers is unbelievable.

The part of Christmas that offends me, is how the media, retailers, and greed in people take hold. I am sure you have by now seen the videos of "black friday" when stampedes of people fly through the doors of retail stores in anticipation of bargains galore. Is this what we Americans have reduced ourselves to becoming? Are we to liken ourselves to herds of animals? Is this the Christmas you want to keep in your memories? Not me.

Christmas is more thatn glitz, glam, jingle bell rock, and buying, buying, buying.

Christmas is the unfathomable gift of God's only son, given to us as a Gift surpassing all gifts.

Accept and embrace this Gift. It is priceless, life changing, and at no cost to you!

Nutcracker Ballet

2010-12-12T19:53:00.006-05:00

Today was the day my daughter and two grand loves, Olivia and Gianna, took me with them to see the Nutcracker Ballet. This has always been a favorite ballet of mine and the girls are just about as enthusiastic as I am every year.

Olivia's ballet school has been doing the Nutcracker for 25 yrs, and it was fabulous!

Today also, we had a blizzard which made driving extremely difficult. But once in the confines of the auditorium, we were transported to another place and time and no one cared what the weather was like.......Until, of course, it was time to leave!

Nedless to say, we cautiously took our time getting home while we all chatted excitedly about our favorite parts.

What a blessing it is to spend such precious time with the loves of my life! I wish everyone would be able to experience such joy especially during the hectic time of the holidays when most people are in high stress mode.

It takes an afternoon like this to really get one to feel grounded again and to appreciate

the Christmas holiday in the way it was meant to be appreciated.

On Eagles Wings

2010-12-02T18:13:00.009-05:00

My daughter had a wish come true. She had always wanted to fly an airplane, and even thought about becoming an airforce nurse. (Before marriage and children) However, her desire to fly never waned. So, last year as a birthday gift, her husband surprised her with a day in flight school and flying lessons. Last week she took the first step in getting her wings.

When I questioned her about how it felt to handle an airplane all she could say was that it was "exhillarating, powerful, freeing!"
All I could think about after that is how it felt when I was in a plane a week ago. It was as if I were a bird or an eagle soaring, diving, experiencing the freedom of the sky. Wouldn't it be grand if we all could feel that way all the time?

Someone did something extraordinary for me the other day. The incident was one of those "God" moments that completely take you by surprise. It brought to mind the words from the song "On Eagles Wings."

You who dwell in the shelter of the Lord. Who abide in His shadow for life

Say to the Lord "my Refuge, my Rock in whom I trust."

.....and He will raise you up on eagles wings
bear you on the breath of dawn, make you to shine like the sun
and hold you in the palm of His hand.....

My spirit was soaring like an eagle, my day seemed amazingly brighter, and I truly felt the hand of God involved in every way. He let me know that He indeed, is the Rock in whom I trust.

It doesn't matter what it takes to make your spirit soar, whether in an airplane or by a random act of kindness. It is a blessing, a gift, an unexpected kiss from God.

It Was Christmas in Texas!

2010-11-24T13:49:00.008-05:00

It is Christmas every time you let God love others through you.....(Mother Theresa)

Well it certainly was an early Christmas for me last weekend. I was in Texas for a religious event and had the opportunity to meet with Celeste from Celestina Designs and spend some really wonderful time with her and her husband. At first seeing Celeste, I blurted out "Oh you're so pretty!!" Not that I thought she wouldn't be, but she is not only pretty, sweet, kind, down to earth, she is drop dead gorgeous!
We were able to have a very relaxed and enjoyable lunch and then on to the church for the 10th anniversary of my friend Fr. Mike's ordination.

Celeste and I exchanged "hello" gifts. She presented me with the most beautiful Victorian lady hand painted ornaments and I cannot wait to place them on my pencil tree with all of my angels, crystals, and antique ornaments!

It was amazing how much alike we are, and how much our lives mirrored each other. We had a lot to talk about especially concerning Michigan which is where she is from originally. Celeste and her husband, Larry, are both people of great faith and it shows so much in their words, actions, and attitude. Did I mention how pretty she is? It is true, that there are so many wonderful people to meet from blogging, and opportunities like this are not as often as we would like it. I am so glad and so blessed to have met Celeste. She has offered me the gift of her friendship and for that I am truly grateful.

If you have an opportunity, please visit her blog and say hello. She is a talented artist and her etsy shop is filled with beautiful hand painted items. You will not be disappointed.

The downside of my visit is that on the last day in Texas, I started not to feel so well. Then on the plane going home I had a fever with an achy body. Today, I am completely without a voice and coughing. So, I need to refresh my cup with some hot green tea, honey and lemon, and prepare for Thanksgiving. Have a blessed holiday everyone!

We Had a Plan.....He said "No"

2010-10-22T12:42:00.007-04:00

Our family and many more, are victims of the failing economy. We got hit, and hit hard. We talked a lot about solutions to help us financially. We prayed a lot too. Then, we were inspired. I thought for sure we were being led by the Holy Spirit. We finally came up with a plan. And then, we put that plan in motion.

That evening we went to a nearby church that was having a holy hour concert with praise, prayer and adoration.

Without getting into too much of Catholic theology, we believe that Jesus is truly visibly present to His people through the Eucharist. I looked at that tabernacle and silently whispered..."Lord, we have a plan. I know that You can change even the most dire circumstances if You desire. We need this to help us, please."

I watched all the people entering the church. The elderly, the young, the ailing, the sorrowing, the frightened, the down trodden, you could see it in their faces, so much pain and suffering. But, they came with hearts filled with hope, they came. The lady behind us was making no secret of her sorrow. They were losing their home. My heart cried for her. Then there was the lady with the braces on her legs trying to walk with two iron brace-like canes. And then there was the mentally challenged younger woman in back who kept crying out, "Jesus I love you!!"

The music started. It was beautiful and inspiring. Everyone sang. They raised their arms to Heaven. "If only I could touch the hem of His garment...." "Hear me , touch me, heal me Lord!" Some wept, like me. Scripture was read and shared. Suddenly, I felt a bit desperate. "I know that there are people here worse off than us, Lord, but you see, we have a plan." "I know that you are showing me that I have been blessed in my life, but we now have a plan." Then I bowed my head and reluctantly said softly, "...but Thy will be done."

After a bit of food and fellowship, we went home. We were happy. We were glad to have experienced this holy hour. We needed it. We were uplifted and hopeful.

I slept the best I have in weeks that night.

The next day, we were notified that our plan did not work....He said "no".

Was I disappointed? Of course. Whenever you decide what is best for your life, it should work out. Did I cry? I wanted to, but after all, I surrendered to the One Who knows better. Am I still hopeful? Yes, because you see, my life is in His hands and He will provide. And now, I will join the others in saying.."If I could only touch the hem of His garment......"

"For I know well the plans I have in mind for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare, not for woe! Plans to give you a future full of hope. When you call me, when you go to pray to me, I will listen to you. When you look for me you will find me. Yes, when you seek me with all your heart, you will find me with you, says the Lord, and I will change your lot......" Jer.29:11-14

Bounce

2010-10-15T16:01:00.007-04:00

Our little Matteo, celebrated his third birthday last weekend. As a treat for the children, my daughter and her husband rented a "bounce" house for them to play in during the festivities.

The kids really loved going in and out of this monstrous rubberized house and listening to their giggles and laughs made us giggle and laugh right along with them! The next day, the jump house was still there, so my daughter and I decided to be silly and go inside to jump. To say that I was unstable on my feet would be laughable! I could barely stand up let alone jump without falling over. My daughter said "Here mom, take my hands and I'll help you balance." So I did, and I also was able to jump up and down with her holding on to my hands. After about two minutes, I had to get out. I was getting dizzy and wobbly on my feet. Without her help, I would not have been able to balance myself enough to jump

Life is like that. You have ups and then you have downs. Sometimes, life becomes so shaky, that you fall flat on your face unable to get up. When you finally do get up, the feeling of loss of control, uncertainty, being off balance may still be a problem. Like a child we reach up to our Father, "Abba! Papa! help me!" "Take my hand in Yours, because I need to feel safe and secure!" We reach up, and He reaches out to hold us in His hands.

"My child, never doubt that I am in the midst of your circumstances. My timing is always perfect. Persue me with all your heart, and I will give you a place to lay down your burdens and rest."

Become Strong in the Broken Places

2010-09-28T15:33:00.003-04:00

He was always a cautious driver especially around our home. We are surrounded by wooded areas and the deer are forever running from the lakes to the wood while crossing the main road that runs by our house. My son was coming home from a restaurant last Saturday, early evening. It was about 7pm

when suddenly out of nowhere a deer slammed into the driver's side of his car. It was over in an instant, and dazed and a bit shaken, he got out of the car to see the damage. The driver door, the front panel, and the rear panel all were smashed inward, and the mirror was hanging by a thread. Thankfully, his was the only car on the road, he did not swerve or lose control, and he was unharmed. I thank the Lord for that. On Monday he took his car to the autobody shop where within a week or so, his car will be returned, restored, and whole once again.

This got me to thinking about my own life. How often have our lives gone smoothly and then suddenly, we are blindsided by another crisis to completely throw us in a tizzy. Sometimes it seems like this new crisis will never be resolved because of all the complications thrown at us. But with faith, we rely on God's promise to us to give us the strength to meet the challenges we face each day. When we are feeling spiritually depleted, we need to call on the One who can renew our spirit and help bring us to restoration and wholeness once again.

In a short time, my son's car will be fixed, and restored, ready to take him from place to place as he continues his journey.

With God's help, we can be restored, healed, and made whole so we can continue on our life journey. We can become strong in spite of all the brokeness that we feel. You will discover that the Creator of the universe stands always ready when you call, to give rest to the weary. He will not turn you away.

Watching the Cycles

2010-09-19T15:50:00.000-04:00

Funny, I'm allowing myself for the first time in a long time, to enter into the spirit of Autumn. Usually, each year, I fight the realization of cooler temperatures, falling leaves, and the inevitable snow months. I want to hang on to my flip-flops and tank tops for as long as possible.

The leaves are begining to turn, ever so slightly, and the experience whispers of the beauty yet to unfold. I see the cycle coming around again. I did not see it as a child or even later in life. Transition, be patient, it will come. It always does.

Our lives mirror the changing seasons. As I grow older, I can recognize this even clearer. Gone is the Springtime of infancy, the Summer of childhood. Here I am, now in the Autumn of my life. I feel blessed to be able to recognize my place in the cycle.

The time has come once again for burning fireplaces, hot tea, and feather quilts. While Autumn stretches her frosty fingers around my soul, I will fall into her embrace of emptiness and lengthy darkness. I will be drawn into a season that stirs within my heart, gratitude for both the spiritual and material harvests of a year gone by. And with hope and comfort, I know that within a short time, the earth will once again birth new life, new beginnings, new promises of starting over.

Dear God of our universe, creator, Father. Thank you for walking the seasons with me. Be my companion still, as winter approaches. I will not be afraid if You are with me, with your strong arms around my waiting heart. amen

First, Fill Your Home With Peace...

2010-09-14T15:32:00.002-04:00

Another season is almost upon us. Autumn is slowly edging in on us with leaves falling and cooler weather. This is the season that the earth slowly falls away from the sun, and light rays are lessening, thus, the name "fall".
This is the season that most of us transition in regard warming up our homes to prepare for the cold weather ahead. We change linens and bedding, and pillows and decor for more colorful deep jewel tones. We burn more candles, harvest the bounty from our gardens, and listen to Autumn's song of transformation.
So, I have been looking around my home to see what needs to be put away, changed, cleaned, replaced, and I have come to the conclusion that EVERYTHING in my home needs to be changed. It is hard to be content in my home when there is so much that has to be accomplished. I have a basement that needs major cleaning and tossing. There is painting to do, furniture to buy, mattresses to be replaced, things need to be repaired or replaced, and it is not getting done. The other day, I found the perfect little black chest that i have been searching for over a year, for the top of my stairs. It was priced at $129 and unfortunately, I don't have that available cash on hand. Discouraged, I returned home from the store, and allowed the fact that I could not afford to buy that chest to totally ruin my day.
That night, I asked God, "Why is it I never thave enough money for the things that I want to make my house look so much nicer?"
I felt the Lord say to me, "I long to give you the beautiful things that turns a house into a haven of home, but first, you must let me build in you, a place of peace and contentment." Well, I always thought that I did my best to rest in the Lord, and wait on Him to to give me what I need. Then I realized that a home is not about material things. It is a place to build love and relationships and reflect who I am in Christ to the rest of my family.My loved ones need me more than new furniture. They need me to be the anchor that keeps a family happy and whole, and spiritually strong.
"Yes, my dear one, decorate your home with joy, fill it with timeless memories, and create a place to grow and rest in Me."

"Peace I leave with you;
My peace I give you, I do not give as the world gives.
Co not let your hearts be troubled.....(John14:27.

Thoughts

2010-09-10T17:53:00.092-04:00

Outside my windows....It is starting to look like Fall. There is something in the air already. You know, like the smells and the chill that is just starting to make you want to wear a sweatshirt.

I am going.....to the Smokin Barbecue Blues Jazz Festival tonight. There will be a lot of ribs, cajun foods, and music.

I'm thinking....That I am not growing old gracefully. I find myself dealing with cataracts, achy bones, fatique, grey hair..all that "old" stuff...

Around my house....It is a mess. I cannot get myself motivated enough to really get going on cleaning and Fall decorating.

I am hoping....To be able to take a couple of day trips before the really cold weather sets in. Once that happens, I am indoors until the first buds of Spring.

I am praying....for an answer to financial burdens...for our government....for those who are sick among my family and friends....

I wish.....I could end poverty and hunger all by myself. That money would not be an object...that my extended family would be more supportive of each other...

I am grateful...To God for my husband's healing, for my grandchildren who are such a blessing and a joy to me, for faithful friends who are always there in times of good or in times of bad, who have seen you at your worst and still won't believe it.

From my kitchen...fresh tomatoes and other produce from other people's gardens

For today.....I am glad that God has allowed me to get out of bed, put my two feet on the floor, and get going.... soccer games.....cleaning again?

For tomorrow....church

Something I learned....nothing surprises me anymore....everyday is a new adventure in life....grasp it, and let it become a part of you.....Prayers are answered eventually, so don't stop praying.

I love....ballet, It is beautiful, graceful, and takes you away to another world. the beach and the ocean....when my grand baby laughs...getting a massage...

I think.....that our world is in a terrible place....there is too mujch anger and prejudice ....we could use a big change in government...I may be in a bad mood today....

My projects....painting furniture, a desk, an end table, a chair and a metal wall hanging...

My opinions....don't matter anyway..

Starlight, Starbright, A Child's Wishes

2010-08-08T19:47:00.000-04:00

It was one of those heart tugging, never to re-create again, moments. We had just returned home from a family Saturday night at the University of Michigan campus, where we had dinner and a long walk.
Back at my daughter's home, we prepared to have a bonfire, but the mosquitos put an end to that idea. So, inside we all gathered, sitting around the kitchen table recalling the evening's events.
The look of urgency was in Gianna's (age 4) eyes. "Nana, please come up to our bedroom and make a wish!" She grabbed my arm and insisted I follow her immediately. Olivia (age 6) was close behind. "Yes, Nana, the first star of the night!" Following, but not really understanding what they had in mind, I trudged (really, remember, we just finished a long walk) up the winding staircase to their bedrooms. "I'm not sure exactly what I'm supposed to do." I said. "Oh, it's easy, you just say, starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, receive the wish I wish tonight." We approached the window in their very pink room and gazed out at the dark evening sky. "There it is!" exclaimed Gianna.
The three of us looked out at the star and began our poem, "starlight, starbright.............."
My eyes started to well up with tears. What a beautiful precious moment for me! I wish that children could forever keep that awe and innocence. I wish that the world was kinder to children by taking away poverty, sickness, abuse, and neglect. I wish adults would learn from children about forgiveness, kindness, openess, gratitude, and faith.
"So what did you wish?" I asked sheepishly. "Oh, we can't tell you, Nana, or our wish won't come true." Gianna smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "We just have to wait and see...."
I wish I had the talent to paint a picture of the three of us standing in the window. I wish I knew what their wishes were, so I could make them come true.
Oh Creator of the Universe, when I doubt your presence, I need only to step into the night, and behold the stars above me. I inhale this endless space filled with sparkling lights, luring my heart into Your mystery. Fill me with childlike faith, and come laughing into my life through Your stars of the night.

Run to Win

2010-08-01T13:28:00.006-04:00

My daughter is a runner. She has been seriously running now, for a few years. She enters races whenever the opportunity presents itself. She says running makes her feel rejuvinated, and it brings her great joy to be able to beat her own time, and it is an excellent way to remain physically fit. She knows that it is very possible that she may never finish first, but to be a part of the competition is reward enough for her. She gets tired during those long runs, and sometimes the heat feels like it will overcome her. But the bright side is that there are those people in the side lines who are shouting words of encouragement and praise for the runners, cheering them on to the finish line.
I am proud of all the races she has participated in, and it always amazes me how happy she is after a run. It also amazes me how many runners encourage one another during a race; a camaraderie of sorts.
What most people do not realize, is that we are all destined to win. Often times, we are so tired of trying to do or say the right things, or to be what others demand of us, that it prevents us from being happy with ourselves just as we are. That puts unnecessary pressure on us to try to become perfect. God wants us to take that pressure off of ourselves, because He did not put it there. The world in which we live may judge us on what we do, accomplish, obtain, or create, but God looks within our hearts. He sees our struggle and encourages us to change. If you want to win the endurance race, then it is necessary to let go of your need for the approval of others, and seek His will for your life.
Simplify your life and let go of the burdens that weigh you down. His grace alone will lighten your step and when others see that goodness in you, it will draw them to join you. At times, the rocky road of life will make you stumble and fall, but not to worry, God will be right there next to you to pick you up and help you continue on your way.
Make it your daily passion to run with Him, and He will carry you over the finish line of your faith.
You are a winner!

"Remember,that in a race everyone runs,

but only one person gets the prize.

You also must run in such a way that you will win."

1 Corinthians 9:24

Simple Pondering

2010-07-24T19:35:00.001-04:00

Oh lovely little pink rose bud, hopeful with the promise of full bloom, do you realize how beautiful you are?
Do you know that if you are well taken care of, your beauty will last for a long time?
Today, I want to pick you from your thorny bush and bring you inside so I can enjoy your color and fragrance. I will treasure the beauty of your youth, little bud. And then I will begin the process of drying you to preserve you in my home, so I will still be able to see your beauty in the midst of the cold winter.

God of the living, You spoke once and said, "Arise my beloved, my beautiful one and come." (Songs 2:13)
Your words spoke to me in my youth and now they speak to me in my aging.
I know that in your eyes I am still as beautiful as the dried rose bud was to me first picked.
I relish this knowing. I swoon with the knowledge of Your love for me. You are a patient Gardener, You keep looking for me, when I do not want to be found, hiding in the leaves of busyness.
But now, dear One, I cry out, "pick me! pick me!", and then I can rest lovingly in the palm of Your hand.

Golden Moments of True Joy

2010-07-07T13:50:00.001-04:00

"And Jesus went away to pray......."
How often is this phrase mentioned in the Bible. Even Jesus, Himself, had to break away from the crowds in order to commune with His Father.

My idea of going away to pray is being alone with the Father in a place of natural surroundings. I have a special place on the side of my home where I have a bench and am surrounded by trees and quiet, the perfect spot to pray and reflect. I also have a VERY favorite place, and that is at the ocean. Every year I look forward to spending time at the beach surrounded by the massive expanse of water that invites me to drift.

My raft is ready. The sand on the shore is sun-warmed and moist. It is high tide and the waves are loud and crashing. There is no undertow where I am. I grab my raft and fall into its rubber lap. The waves carry me away. The clouds are wispy white, high, with abundant formations. The sea gulls don't care that I have invaded their space, as they know that I am just visiting. The salt water washes over my body, and the rocking motion of the raft is calming to my spirit. My breathing is soft and shallow. I am at peace. As the waves carry me away, I know that God and I are truly at home with each other. It is as if He is saying to me, "Little one of mine, let the waves be as my arms surrounding you with my loving presence. Allow me to rock you tenderly and soothe that which is troubling you. Be still and know that I am God."

I take this trip often in my dreams..............

God's Love Flows

2010-07-03T17:38:00.000-04:00

God's love flows from one hand to another.
Somehow, He knows when our spirit is down and troubled. I received in the mail today, the most lovely gift from Celestina at Celestina Marie Designs. She said she found a graphic of a woman and it made her think about a blog entry of mine, and decided to incorporate it in a hand painted tray. It is so pretty and it was the most beautiful blessing to me..
When I opened my eyes this morning I whispered "God, is today a day of blessing?" Well I guess I got my answer. It never ceases to amaze me how God's love flows from one hand to another, even across hundreds of miles.
Thank you Celestina, for this gift and for being "gift" to me!

Beautiful yellow roses and a pensive woman wondering about her life!

I'm Waiting, God

2010-06-28T19:38:00.000-04:00

I know Your timing is always perfect, but.......
I am anxious about many things, many things, did You hear?
I long to fly and am losing my enthusiasm.
I don't want to run ahead of Your plans for me, but......
My strength is failing me and my dreams are withering away.
I trust that Your dreams for me are far greater than mine, but....
I am waiting for the season of Your blessing.
I am drawing close to you now
And hoping that this season of waiting will bring the sweetest of rewards.
I am trying to wait patiently as the vine dresser nurtures the vine
And waits patiently for the right time to harvest the fruit.
But God, please...................

Feather On the Breath of God

2010-06-15T10:50:00.002-04:00

It can't be denied. We are totally dependent on God for our very existence. Looking out the window this morning and watching the wind blow through the pines and the trees, watching my flag waving in the wind, and seeing the birds feed on their seed as the bird feeder swings in the air, it came to me.....We are like the wind......a feather on the breath of God. Our lives and our very existence in this world is floating on the very Grace of God's breath. We are like the trees that bend in the wind, and the flowers that spill over the pots in which they are planted. We are like those little birds flapping our wings to keep going. We need His grace and His life-giving energy. Without it, we would cease to exist.

I came across this song called "It's a Brand New Day" by Joshua Radin. It is a great song to lift your spirits. Every day is a gift from God. Let us grasp that gift, give thanks, and continue on our journey!

I Wonder Sometimes......

2010-06-03T21:20:00.001-04:00

Ok, so we have 17 days down as of today since my husband's accident. It has been 7 months since I went through this recovery time with him after his knee replacement....I wonder how I got through that without having a meltdown.

I cannot remember when in the last two weeks, I was able to savor some "me" time. I don't even have time to blow dry my hair in the morning. Forget the hair, did I manage to put on makeup lately? Um, no, not really. I wonder if it makes a difference whether or not I blow dry my hair or put on makeup. Did I go through this the last time?

I hear him get out of bed in the middle of the night and I have to get up and make sure he makes it to the bathroom. He uses a walker, but I wonder if I will ever feel safe with him up in the night by himself.

I have to remember to give him his medicine, help him in the shower and get dressed. I am right by him when he takes those seven steps up and seven steps down every day. I have to make sure he is wearing the right skid free socks so as not to slip. I have to help him into the car for his appointments and physical therapy. I wonder if he will be able to do these thing by himself again. I wonder if I was as filled with so much anxiety the last time.

I run errands, but I am continuously checking in with him from stop to stop. I wonder if I will ever not have to call to check up on him when I am away from home.

I pray, but lately, my prayers fall short of being fulfilling. I wonder if God hears me this time.

I have a hair appointment tomorrow, which means I have at least 45 minutes to let myself relax and deep breathe. I wonder if I will really enjoy that time.

I wonder what the rest of the summer will be like. I still have no flowers planted, and the weeds are growing leaps and bounds.
I need to clean the house, work on the garden, make the meals and do the laundry.
I wonder where I will get the strength.......But God.....

Pauses, A Time to Reflect

2010-05-28T19:24:00.001-04:00

"I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears; surely I will heal you." 2Kings:20:5

When the sun is shining and all is well, it is easy to have faith. But when life takes an unexpected turn for the worse, as it will from time to time, your faith will be tested.
In times of trouble and doubt, God remains faithful to you, and you must have faith in yourself. Life includes difficulties and that is fact. So to see those storm clouds coming, just remind yourself that every difficult day will have to come to an end. And when tough times are tough, tough women are tougher.
My husband is home after two weeks in hospital and rehab. The road is still long for him in his recovery and healing, but with faith and a lot of laughter, we will get him on his feet again.
Somehow, the sun is sunnier, the sky is bluer, and the grass is greener today. I give all praise to the One who heals and restores, and makes all things and people new again. Amen!

God, I Have Issues!

2010-05-24T10:27:00.000-04:00

In my prayerful imagination, I go back to various times in my life when I was extremely busy, yet extremely happy. I relive the joyful busyness now. I prayerfully explore what is different between that joyful stress and my present stress-filled situation. Certainly no one can say that a medical emergency is not a stress induced problem. However, dealing with this type of stress is not always easy.
I ask God to help me see my stressed filled life as a gift filled life. A gift that to see every task as a way to grow and to give God praise through my labor.
I pray over Matthew 11:28-30 I see that even though I am "weary and find life burdensome", Christ calls me to become His yoke partner. I promise to give all my stress over to Him and together we can overcome these burdens.
I have issues with the hospital and a certain ER "professional", I have issues with the rehab facility. I have issues with some of the care givers, and in my frustration over all of these things, I shout to the Lord to help me find answers
Tomorrow is another day. A day closer to having my husband healthy and whole and healed..

My husband Broke His Hip Today

2010-05-17T23:04:00.001-04:00

This morning my husband tripped on a step going into the garage from our kitchen, fell, and broke his hip. I am asking for prayers for his full recovery. He is so discouraged as he had a total knee replacement last Oct. in that same leg, and now he has to start all over again with rehab, etc.
I spent 10 hrs in the hospital today, and am exhausted. He had surgery and has screws in his hip....He has a few hoops to jump through till he recovers. I appreciate all the spiritual help I can get for him. Please pray.

Celebrating Mothers, Women of Wisdom

2010-05-08T19:02:00.000-04:00

Mother's Day is here. I am not sure how many people celebrate this occasion, but I know that in our family we would never miss this opportunity to honor and say "thank you" to the most important person in everyone's life. This is an opportunity to acknowledge and express our gratitude to the woman who is the foundation of the family.

Our beginnings with our mother, being nurtured by the warmth of her caring, helped us thrive and grow into mature adults. Whatever our age, her voice is the one we want to hear when difficulty arises. Mothers have that inner wisdom that we so often seek during our growing years and beyond. When we need to be comforted, we usually long to run back into the security of her loving embrace.

Through the years, a mother's heart becomes a photo album, capturing all those "firsts" in our lives, first tooth, first steps, first day of school, first school dance, first love and so on. She is a bevy of information on so many things like recipies, decorating, gift purchasing, home keeping, gardening and medical issues. She is the keeper of memories like baptisms, first communiions, graduations, weddings, family vacations and so many others. Most of all she is the source of wisdom that seems to blossom in our hearts as we mature and learn more about life.

In a mother's eyes, everything her children do is special and unique. She sheds tears when we are sad or sick, she laughs when we are happy and silly, she takes our heart and places it on her own so as to be able to experience with us all kinds of emotions. Above all, there is within her a profound understanding and unconditional acceptance of who we are. She is always standing with her arms extended in readiness for forgiveness. For all she does for us she never asks anything in return.

My mother is no longer with us, however, the spirit of her love is still very much present in my life. I find myself being more and more like her each day. Thirty years ago, I would have laughed at the prospect of becoming like my mother, however, it is happening, and I am glad for it! My mother was a quiet, gentle woman who respected all people. She set the foundation for my faith development and instilled within me a desire and respect for traditions, both familial and religious.

My only regret is that she cannot be with me to share in my joy of becoming a grandmother, because she loved her grand children so much and I think it would have been unique for her to see these great grand children of hers.

I will still celebrate Mother's Day with my family, but certainly I will not forget to embrace the memories of my mother as well. I guess the best I could do right now is say...."Mom, I love you. For the rest of my days I will strive to fulfill the values and dreams you inspired in me. And with love and pride, I will always hold you in a special place, the home you have within my heart."

Amazing, Amazing Grace!

2010-04-26T15:03:00.002-04:00

Indeed, today was the day that the One who created you has prepared a feast of life for you, dear Sophia. You were baptized today. I cannot even imagine what the world looks like to you. You are enfolding like a new bud. It is a very fragile time of life for you. You are vulnerable, sensitive. I wonder what the soft wash of baptismal water felt like to you as you are lifted up and into the warm pool, while the priest sang the words of baptism to you. The church was full today. The little children all gathered around the baptismal pool to witness along with the congregation your first rite of initiation.

I focused on all the people who held and passed your little body around lovingly like a treasure. I can smell the scent of the Holy Chrism Oil that anointed your body. Your baptismal gown handed down from your uncle and your mother, who both wore it at their baptisms, was still pristine white, long, and beautiful now on you. You slept through it all including the camera flashes as we all took photos of this momentous event.
Did you hear all that was happening around you? The choir sang, the people prayed, and I could feel the presence of angels rejoicing along with us

. Remember, dear one, that you are a rainbow to God and to the world. Always celebrate the happy memories of your birth. Remember the baptismal waters and be filled with peace. This day you were immersed in Christ. May all who watch over you, be blessed with Awe, as they behold the perfect gift of love that you are! Cherished memories of this day will live forever in the heart of all who love you.

God parents, Michael and Stephanie, Fr. Dave, and parents, Adrienne and Eric

A Special Evening

2010-04-22T16:19:00.004-04:00

TOMORROW EVENING IS GOING TO BE VERY SPECIAL!

My girlies are coming over and guess what we are going to do??

WELL, HERE IS A HINT........

AND THEN WE WILL.....

FILL OUR TUMMIES.......

AND WATCH A SUPER DUPER MOVIE!!!!

WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN US???

The Blossoming Face of God

2010-04-15T18:09:00.003-04:00

Did I ever say that I loved Spring? Oh yeh, you bet I do! Every year around the end of February through March I really think everything looks so drab and ugly. The grass is matted brown (if not covered in snow), the trees are barren with a few tattered brown leaves hanging on, mud, dirt, dullness is everywhere.

Then in April I start to feel the sun warmer on my face, and the sun shining a bit brighter, and the birds, they're back and singing again. The rain suddenly makes things appear fresher, cleaner, brighter. Then there is my usual spring cry..."the forsythia is in bloom!! The frogs are croaking! Hey, it's finally spring!"
1t is helpul during this time to meditate on the return to life. How are we like the buds of the earth, opening to God and to others? What secrets buried in the soil of our souls are being revealed to us? What is the great blossoming in us?

When I start to think about these things, I am drawn to prayer. Not the kind of formal prayer we are used to doing. It is the prayer of the heart, the natural prayer that rises spontaneously upwards from a heart that has learned to recognize these moments of newness. The spirit of spring awakens within me a new sense of gratitude, joy, and praise. I feel somewhat impelled to reach out to others. My prayer of praise is an attitude of gratitude toward life. When I am connected with the beautiful, I feel called to give praise to the One from whom all this beauty has come.

I stood out in the front of my home and spoke to my red maple tree. "Speak to me of God." And the red maple tree smiled, spread its long fingerlike branches, and blossomed.

The Pain of Betrayal

2010-03-28T12:22:00.000-04:00

Today is Palm Sunday, the last Sunday of Lent. Now we begin Holy Week as we watch and participate in the pass over of the Lord Jesus from death into life, a wonderful truth that is the very core of what we believe in as Christians.

In the reading of the Passion of Christ today, we are once again reminded of the one who betrayed Jesus, Judas. One can easily abhor this act of Judas in selling Jesus to his enemies. However, how many times in our own lives do we become like Judas by our own selfish behavior?

When I look at my own life, I see that there are times when there is a Judas in me. This betrayer in me rears its wretched head when I do not live up to the values and ideals I proclaim . I can sell my beliefs and my dreams for very little when I am anxious, tired, fearful or hurt. I toss around another's reputation for the price of a laugh or a harsh judgement or snide remark. I can sell my compassion toward another for my own brief comfort.

I recall times when I made excuses not to drive someone home after an event, so that I could just go straight to my own house. I recall times when I refused to answer the phone because I knew that the person on the other end would want me to listen to their problems. I recall those time when I joined in a conversation which ended up in making fun of, or my participation in gossip, and mean spirited conversation about another person.

Yes, we have all been there I am sure. Now is the time to for us to protect ourselves from the temptation to sell ourselves cheaply. May we all ask the Lord for the wisdom and the fortitude to make loving choices that reflect the love of Christ, and the love that we have as Christians toward one another.

Welcome Baby Sophia!

2010-03-19T20:25:00.000-04:00

Our new bundle of love arrived at 4:02 a.m. on Friday, March 19. Her name is Sophia Isabel and she weighed 8lbs. 2oz, 21 1/4" long. Mother Adrienne is doing well and feels terriffic! Father Eric is a bit tired after being up all night. Grandparents are on cloud nine again.. Siblings, Olivia 6, Gianna 4, and Matteo 2 are in awe as to how small she is!

I'm exhausted mommy! It was a lot of work getting here!

Big sister, Olivia

big sister Gianna

big brother Matteo

Mommy and all

Thank you Jesus for the blessings of babies!

Today Is All You Need

2010-03-10T16:01:00.000-05:00

Walking through my Lenten journey I came to realize that there are things that I want to do, want to change, and want to become in order for my life to be improved, enriched, and all encompassing.
I recall a quote from someone anonymous who said, "Never forget that all you have today, is all you need." I asked myself how this could be because it is now that needs to be changed and I want it to happen now.
Six weeks of Lent surely is not enough time to accomplish all these needs and wants that I find so necessary. But the more I thought about it, the clearer this quote became to me. It's all I need for who I am today, all the service/ministry that I offer today. Taking a shut- in friend out to lunch was all I needed to do today. It's all I have to share today, all I needed for today's step along my journey. It is very different from all that I might want to have, or all that I might want to be, but it's definitely all that I need for today.
All I have today is a gift. It's the talent that I strive to develop, the family I bond with and take care of each day, like the chicken soup I made for a sick son today; it's the friends I relate to, who need me to bring a little laughter to their day, the personality that I come to grips with, especially when I am frustrated and edgy; its the state in my life that has shaped me thus far; it's all I need to meet the challenge of today. And, most of all, I am where I am in my relation to my God, because that is where I am supposed to be, today.
As I pause to reflect a bit about my personal journey, I find a person so changed, so different, than the person I was twenty years ago. Each day in my life has brought it's own personal challenges, errors, tasks, and changes. As I look to tomorrow, I know that all I have now is all I need to take the next step.
So now, I will pause and prepare afternoon tea for my husband and myself and know that by this time tomorrow, my life will have become enriched as I continue my journey toward transformation.

Truly, I Say To You...

2010-01-31T16:22:00.002-05:00

"Always tell the truth, never lie and you will stay out of trouble that way." That was exactly what my mother told me to do. In the years that followed, chidhood into adulthood, I find that statement made by my mother, oh so long ago, to be distorted.

Recently, I have been thinking about TRUTH, and how it effects our lives. While we may agree in principle with wanting the truth, there are in fact, things we don't want to hear. We don't want to discuss, face, or pay attention to them. We want them to be buried or to just go away. The fact is, however, that truth will not go away.
We hear the terms, "the ugly truth" "the truth of the matter is.." "truth be told," and right away, we become uncomfortable. The problem comes when we are confronted with a truth about ourselves, our lives, our work, our families, our faith, that may require us to change.

Remember when Pilate asked the question "What is truth?" He himself could not face what the truth really was about Jesus. So he turned the problem over to someone else. He could not face the fact that the truth about Jesus may require him to release Jesus. Then, Pilate would have to face the anger of those who demanded crucifixion. He was a coward.

We see a distortion of truth in our legal system, with attorneys making fools out of witnesses to win a case, in our government leadership with broken promises and false pretenses, and yes even in our churches where those who guide and direct the congregation are afraid to address vital moral issues, just in case it may "offend" someone. We pride ourselves into thinking that we want to hear the truth. But do we really? If the truth hurts, then maybe it should! If it confronts and challenges us, can we really say that it is a bad thing?

Think about that the next time someone points out a truth about yourself. Maybe we are called to change the way we behave, or our attitude, or our pattern of living, or perhaps our bigotry toward others.

Ideally, we should be truth telling always and at all times. I don't do it. Most people don't do it. I don't know what the answer or solution could be. I only know that the world around us could be a whole lot more peaceful and less chaotic if we could raise the truth like a kite and run with it for everyone to see.....But it won't be that way......for a long time....maybe never in my lifetime..............

And that's the TRUTH.

Christmas Eve and a Quiet Blessing

2009-12-24T09:48:00.000-05:00

Today is Christmas Eve. In our family this is the day we celebrate Christmas with a traditional Polish dinner after Mass tonight. Two of my sisters and I rotate this most celebrated of holidays. Being of Italian and Polish heritage, we lean toward the more ethnic meals.

This is THE day for us to celebrate the birth of Christ.

I would like to offer you all a quiet Christmas Blessing.

May the Angel of Annunciation awaken in you God's profound heartfelt love .... May your dreams lead you to profound reverence as you bow before the Divine born in the stable of every heart ... May Mary guide you in birthing the Holy One in your life and in birthing Love in others. May Joseph engage you in deeper questioning and listening and give you courage to risk the next step. May your life become a Luminous Presence leading others to the place in their hearts and in the world where Christ is always being born anew.

(Pat Bergen, CSJ)

And may you all experience the Spirit, the Joy and the Heart of Christmas which is Peace, Joy, and Love, now and always.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

Searching for My Lost Treasures

2009-11-11T14:06:00.002-05:00

I am like that little girl looking into the water searching for her lost treasures. Perhaps a pretty stone, a shell, only she knows.

Sometimes the person we lose is ourselves. We can lose things like our direction in life, our identity or the circumstance that changes our persona. We can lose part of us that holds hope for the future. We can lose our ability to cope or to function under stress.

It can be terrifying to lose ourself.

Somewhere in these last few years, I have lost me. It wasn't one particular jarring event. It was a series of events that just sent my life spiriling downward, and I am having trouble looking up.

For a part of my adult life, I have been searching for something missing from my life. I used to label it "wisdom," "truth," "enlightenment," even God. Now I know that it is a missing part of myself that I am looking for. I know retirees sometimes feel like this. Even though they are looking forward to the freedom of not going to work, it takes time to stop feeling lost and enjoy another lifestyle.

That's not the case with me. When did the enjoyment of my life leave me? My inner treasures are missing and I want them back. I have encountered the realm of mystery here. I am experiencing a great loss and my search seems futile. My self confidence seems frail. I need keen spiritual eyes.

Source of Tranquility, protect me in this great vulnerability. Assure me that I will come home to myself. Calm my worry. Restore my joy. Dispel my negativity. I need to trust that I will find what has been lost to me. Give me a perspective on my life. Help me to trust that all will be well. May I live in this moment now, and leave the future in Your hands. You are here Peaceful One, You are here. I rest in You. amen

Observations While Sitting in a Surgery Waiting Room

2009-10-27T09:06:00.003-04:00

Today my husband had surgery. As I sat waiting for the results there were a few things that I noticed.
I get very anxious sitting in any waiting room, especially in a hospital
People stare at you and watch what you do and listen to what you say.
They always have some TV station on that not everyone likes.
Some people eat and drink while waiting, some just wait, some stare out the window, some watch the big round clock on the wall, some read, some just ignore their surroundings and those in it.
Someone kept snapping their gum till I thought I would jump up and choke him.
You can see the worry in people's eyes. One person wept.
In spite of it being flu season here, people sneeze and cough with open mouths with no consideration for anyone. I used so much hand sanitizer, that my skin will probably peel. Some people talk very loud; some in whispers. A few people nervously laughed throughout the entire wait.
Waiting for three hours seems like an eternity.
The lady sitting behind the glass to answer questions and direct where you go after surgery acted like you bothered her.

I suddenly thought: " Lord, did I remember to ask you to guide that surgeon's hand? Did I ask You to bless the work that he did on my husband? Did I call on Your Holy Spirit to instill within him the wisdom and knowledge to do a work according to Your Divine Order?"
Oh yes, I did, over and over again. I know You heard me. I felt Your Presence.

My husband is out of surgery. He is in pain, but it is a relief to see him smile. I am so grateful that I no longer have to sit and wait in THAT room!

Grace Like Rain

2009-10-24T19:51:00.000-04:00

Tonight while at Mass, our music minister and choir sang a song arranged by Todd Agnew. The song is one that I am sure everyone has heard, "Amazing Grace. I have never heard it sung like this before and my eyes flooded with tears as I listened. I could not help but think of Job. Job was moaning the fact that he lost everything, his famiy, his possessions, everything, gone. He felt like a failure. He felt like he was punished. He hit rock bottom. Sometimes we feel like Job when we come to a point in our lives where we cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel. There is no place to escape, no one to turn to. Not so. Jesus is the Light at the end of the tunnel. He is our Amazing Grace that falls like rain on us.

I hope when you view this video that the words will wash over your spirit and lift you up as it did me.
Don't forget to turn off the music playlist at the side of the blog before you listen to this beautiful song.

A Little Light Goes a Long Way

2009-10-19T18:57:00.001-04:00

You are the light of the world...Let your light shine before others Matthew 5:14,16

This is a most powerful affirmation--to be assured that we have this light within us that is meant to be shared. Last Wednesday, I had my first ladies faith sharing/social gathering in my home. I decided to have a special tea party. When the ladies arrived they were overwhelmed at the pretty table setting, the china, candles, pretty linens. I wore an apron and explained to them that I was there to serve them, my special guests. I also reminded them of the scripture passage that Jesus came to serve, not to be served. And so, I served them, butternut squash soup, cranberry orange scones, tea sandwiches, chicken salad, rolls, two desserts and of course, tea.

After lunch one of the women said "What did we do to deserve all of this? I feel so special and blessed. It has been a long time since someone treated me so wonderfully."

I could only answer that it was because I wanted to give them an opportunity to sit and relax and let someone pamper them because they were special. I shared that light within me that day. I realized just then, that when the light within one person is shared with others, it often brings what the heart needs most. I found such communion with those women that day. It gave me such joy to witness their smiles and appreciation and gratitude. My heart needed to feel that joy.

As a little keepsake favor I gifted them with hand painted bookmarks designed and painted by Celestina, who kindly took the time to make them, and let her light shine for me! The light these women shared with me was truly the Light of God.

May the Light of the World radiantly shine through us all. May we all be attentive and ready to give and to receive His Light to each and every person we meet.

The Pearl

2009-10-11T13:24:00.003-04:00

The kingdom of heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls; on finding one rare pearl he sells everything he has and buys it. Mt.13:45

My father loved to gift his daughters with jewelry. When I was a young woman about 18, my dad gave me a single strand of pearls. I loved those pearls and every once and a while I will wear them. It seems to me as the years go by, the pearls become even more lovely. Their patina is so soft and creamy. I heard that pearls are like that. The more you wear them, the oils from your body combined with the elements of the air create a softer patina.

It got me to thinking. When I read this particular scripture passage, I view Jesus as the merchant who searches for the pearl, and that each one of us is that pearl, that treasured gem. Ultimately, He sells all: He gives His very life for you. The search Jesus undertakes to find His pearls involve us in a life of dedicated ministry. He certainly experienced many irritants in his own ministry as we shall in ours; preaching, listening, healing, challenging, responding, suffering, failing, loving, and prayer.

Remember how pearls are formed. It is a grain of sand, a form of foreign matter, an irritant that causes the development of that pearl. Each one of us undergoes some sort of "irritant" as we go through our daily encounters year after year. These irritants, whether large or small, are the "stuff" that over time causes the development of the pearl that each one of us becomes. We become that valuable treasured gem that the merchant Jesus discovers and draws to Himself. We become that pearl with the lovely patina that Jesus seeks in all of us.
Have a blessed Sunday.

An Enchanted Life

2009-10-04T19:06:00.001-04:00

"Why don't you grow up?" I am sure we have all been asked that question at some time in our childhood as well as adult years. I guess as a child, I figured that the "grown ups" had stopped growing, would know just what to do and how to do it, and would have all the answers to life's questions. Until that time came, I thought, I would just continue to live in my world of enchantment, where everything I did was somehow magical and wonderful.
So now that I am grown up, I realize that those enchanted thoughts about life actually could disappoint me. Thoughts like:

*Our family has close ties. We won't let things like material possessions, jobs, money, interfere in our relationship.

*I have good friends, I will never have to be lonely.

*If I work hard enough I can get and keep a good job.

*My friends will always stand by me
*If I pray long enough, hard enough, or the right way, God will give me everything I ask.
*I will have the perfect marriage and perfect children.
*My faith is so strong that I will never question God.
*I will always be healthy and aging won't affect me.
*Being kind to others, will bring kindness back to me.
Oh yes, the list is unending for sure. Because of our life experiences, we are forced to face the true reality and become "disenchanted." When these moments happen, we realize that growing up does not necessarily mean we have to cast away all our hopes and dreams, but to look at them carefully and see how open we are to the possibility of adapting or changing them. Sometimes it is hard to look at life in a positive manner.
Feeling safe in my own enchanted forest, I know that the Spirit of God is there to guide and direct me, helping me to know what beliefs I need to discard and which ones I need to keep.
So for now, I will continue to walk that path in my own enchanted forest world, and it is there that I can reflect on my basic beliefs of life, self, God, and others, knowing that in time the answers will be revealed to me and that Wisdom will help me find my way back out, wiser and healthier in what I believe to be true about life.

Overcome Bitterness..Drink Sweet Tea

2009-09-29T19:59:00.002-04:00

"Do not lord it over those in your charge, but be examples to the flock." 1Peter 5:3

Sometimes people annoy and aggravate me. I admit, I let them. I cannot help resent those who think they can be mean spirited, judgemental, self righteous, pompous know it alls without consideration of another persons' feelings. Lording it over others means using knowledge or position to put other people in their place. It keeps them in control and comes out of their own insecurities or fears. It is so easy to fall into the trap of acting like we know more, experienced more, have more, understand more, or can do more than another person. Peter is suggesting a reverence and respect for others. It includes a belief that everyone has something to learn and receive from other people, regardless of their education, job status, or life situation. When you are caught up in all kinds of negative banter, name calling, placing tags or labeling others, you know all too well the destructive power this can bring.

We are all frail, fallible, imperfect human beings. Usually, we are quick to anger and slow to forgive. Sometimes it is helpful to quiet our own personal opinions when engaged in topics that can become heated. It is helpful to recognize and resist negative conversation before it gets out of hand.

Bitterness is a spiritual sickness that can consume us if we let it. Our challenge is to train ourselves to think and to pray in ways that remove the poison of bitterness from our hearts.

Reflecting in prayer today, I realize that it is better to leave the judgements and criticism to a far more capable authority, the One who sits on His throne in heaven. The challenge is that we can't forget yesterday's troubles, but we can learn from them. That way, we are not tempted to focus on the struggles of yesterday, but instead on the profound opportunities that God has placed before us today.

The candles are lit for the evening. Come join me for a hot steaming cup of Angels Dream tea and almond cookies....mmmmm, sweet! Feel the healing, feel the joy, feel the peace.

Lessons From a Garbage Truck

2009-09-26T18:34:00.006-04:00

I recently heard this story.

A young couple was in a taxi going out to dinner. The taxi was in the right hand lane preparing to park. All of a sudden out of nowhere a big black sedan swooped in front of the taxi, almost hitting it in the front end. The sedan then turned into the parking space that the taxi was going to take. This caused the taxi to swerve and skid and almost ram into the black car. The man driving the car opened his window and shouted and cursed the taxi driver. The taxi driver in turn waved and smiled at the man and continued on to find another parking spot. The young couple shaken by what just happened, said, " That car almost hit us and could have sent us to the hospital, and ruined your taxi. All you did was smile and wave. Why?" The taxi driver turned to them and said. "Well, people's lives are a lot like garbage trucks. They spend most of their days collecting garbage, anger, hatred, envy, frustration, jealousy, you know, garbage. Then eventually their trucks are full, and they look for a place to dump it, and sometimes they dump it on YOU! Instead of taking their garbage and dumping it on someone else at home on the street or at the work place and ruining their day, let it go. Life is too short to be collecting garbage and dumping it. Don't take it personally; just let it go. Learn to love the people that appreciate you, and pray for those that don't. Life is 10% what you make it, and 90% in how you take it.

This can be a lesson for all of us to apply to our lives.

Have a blessed and garbage free day!

When the Frost is on the Pumpkin

2009-09-22T11:18:00.003-04:00

Today at church, when I asked a friend of mine how she was doing, she replied, "Oh, today I feel sad." When I asked further why she was feeling this way, she just shook her head and said she was not really all that sure. It was a grey day here, overcast, rainy, and very humid. I told her it was probably her reaction to the changing season. She agreed, and we both decided that sometimes, Autumn does that to people. It is a beautiful time of the year, however, following it will come the cold, dark, ice and snow of winter.

As I mentioned in another post last fall, that Autumn is a time of surrender. It is a time when the fields, vines and trees surrender their nuts, grains, fruits, and leaves. It is a time when summer flowers surrender their colorful blooms. And it is a time when we surrender to a spiritual Autumn,one that moves through our lives.

* Parents are letting go of their children, entrusting them to the hands of their school and teachers.

* Surrender of relationships, confusion, anger, confusion, loneliness and guilt; hoping to find restoration and peace.

* Surrendering addictive ways of living, the pain of trying to loosen the grip on old habits and live a new way.

Spiritual Autumns although difficult at times, can bring newness, healing, and an opportunity for growth.

During the Autumn season, we warm our homes with darker, richer, color. We burn more scented candles, bring out the comfort of heavier bedding and pillows, cook more comfort foods, bake more often, and finally we light the fire of our furnaces. From now on there will be less light and more darkness until the winter solstice and the increase of sunlight.

This is the time to honor the bounty and abundance of the earth. This is the time to gather our thanks. This is the time to bravely enter new transitions. This is the time to let go, to adapt to what needs changing, and to enter into the true heart of Autumn.

Come spirit of Autumn and teach us. Teach us the truth of life's impermanence Empty us of all that does not bless others.

And finally, Autumn, as you draw us away from summer's hot breath, and your air becomes frosty and cool, bring us closer to inner reflection. Let this time be a time of rest, reflection and inner growth.

May Autumn lead you into deeper peace.

The Wisdom of a Tree

2009-09-15T19:00:00.004-04:00

I talked to a tree today. I found myself sitting on my front porch looking intently at the tree directly in front of me. It has already started to lose its leaves as the colors turn from a burgundy red to a dull brown. I felt sadness in my heart. Well, it was not only because of the tree losing its leaves, but for the air of confusion, anger, sickness, and uncertainty for the future that I feel deep down in my soul.
Let's just say, these past few months have been trying at best. Indeed, it has been trying for me, my family, my children, my grandkids, my extended family, my friends. It seems anymore, that everyone who I come in contact with has a major problem or a decision, or an illness to deal with, or bad news or dilema that is weighing heavy on their hearts.
I talked to a tree today. I told it of my pain, my tears joining the moisture of the earth. It listened as I told it of my problems, my dreams, my prayers. I asked the tree to lift them up toward Heaven for me in its long extended branches.
I knew it heard me, so I hugged it and wispered, "thank you!" as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I felt the life blood in my veins intermingle with the sap-filled rhythm of the tree.
I listened to a tree today.
It said, "Things happen, things change. Do not be afraid of tomorrow--God is already there."

"Where are Those Whom I Entrusted to You?"

2009-09-09T20:32:00.007-04:00

Today was the first day of kindergarten for my grand daughter Olivia. She was a bit nervous, however, she did come home all smiles. When asked by me "Well, how did your first day go for you?" She answered,
"Good, really really good!" Her mother however, did not handle her first born going into kindergarten on a full day basis very well at all. In fact, she called me on her way home, sobbing uncontrollably. After visiting us for a while, she told us how much it hurt to think that their "baby" would not be home during the weekdays anymore, and that it was indeed, a milestone in their lives. Tears welled up in my eyes also, because I really know that separation anxiety very well.

I can honestly say, that my daughter and her husband have much better parenting skills then we did. I can also say, that their children are so very fortunate to have parents who put their children's well being first and foremost over everything.

This leads me into a quote I read just today. "What will you say when God asks: Where are those whom I entrusted to you?"

Parents, are the schools that your children are attending implementing the values,ethics, and morals that you uphold?

Teachers, are you setting an example of honesty, integrity, fairness, and equality, when dealing with children?

Do we all agree that children are the most precious, life affirming, asset that we have? We have a serious obligation as parents, grand parents, and educators to safeguard our children from moral dangers.

Imagine that someone gave you a very priceless precious stone, and told you that it was your obligation to protect it from the bad elements, getting dull in color, scratched on the surface, broken, destroyed or even stolen. I am sure that you would do everything possible to make sure nothing ever brought harm to it because, after all, it is priceless. That is exactly what God did when He gifted you with children.

As we start another school year, let us be mindful of how important it is for our children to remain innocent, protected, happy and secure in their environment.

Serenity

2009-09-02T19:04:00.003-04:00

I am back at home, refreshed and renewed in my spirit. It was a bit hectic with three small children to contend with on a daily basis for a week. However, the blessings of spending time with them outweighed anything else.

I was able to sneak away in the early morning to walk and pray on the beach alone with my Creator. As I walked the shore under a very cloudy morning, waiting for rain to appear, I asked God to send me the sunrise. It was so astounding to see the little blip of sun trying to peak in between the clouds. Then, it was almost miraculous to see the full sun in all its splendor appear right before my eyes! The water was sparkling and refreshing as the waves hit the shore and slipped and slithered along the sand. "Do you get it?" My heart sang..."These gifts are for you because I love you." The joy of a faith filled life can be intoxicating at times!

Water. We drink it, fish in it, bathe in it, float in it, splash through it. With it we live. Without it we die. I felt an overwhelming warmth rush through me. "Oh God, Source of the life-giving waters of our earth, help me to appreciate Your many beautiful gifts to us. Water my spirit with your grace, so that I can grow into Your Likeness." amen

Sun, Surf, and Re-filling My Well

2009-08-19T20:05:00.003-04:00

Notice the picture above....beach towel, sunscrean, flip-flops and sun hat. On Friday we are heading South to the ocean.
We will be in Hilton Head, SC. for a week, hopefully missing any hurricanes or tropical storms!

It is time for me to re-fill my well, and to give my spirit a lift by connecting with the Divine. There is something very mystical in being by the ocean. It is there while I am listening to the surf, watching the sun rise and set, praying quietly in the early morning sun, and taking in the beauty of God's awesome creation, that I am inspired and refreshed, and able to re-connect to the One who is the Source of all that is beatiful and good! It is here that I will lift up my eyes to the heavens and gather in all those who have asked for prayer, those who have troubled lives, those who are in pain, those who have no hope, those who are lost and lonely, for a world in chaos, and a country in confusion, and bring all of these concerns to the throne of God. He is the One and only One who can heal and restore all the brokeness.

Dear hearts, be assured of my prayers for you all this next week. Ciao! ♥

Forgive Me.....While I Cry

2009-08-17T16:51:00.003-04:00

Funny thing about an onion. You get too close and it makes you cry. If you are sensitive as I am, to smells, irritants, strong odors, you not only cry, but it is like the faucet cannot turn off and before you know it your neck is covered with tears! And the smell of onion sometimes takes forever to get rid of on your fingers, even when you use special soaps, etc.

Kind of like sin. It creeps up on you, and even if you try to ignore it, it lingers, it stings, it irritates, it's there pushing and prodding, bothering your spirit. If you are aware that by your thoughts, words, actions you have hurt someone, you would cry. Absence of love toward others in your life will make you cry.

Confession is good for the soul. Try it. Go to your priest, pastor, rabbi, friend, confidant, spouse and bare your soul. It is like wiping away that tearful residue that you have created and suddenly you feel new again!

Did you ever notice as you peel back the layers of the onion, that the more you peel, the better the onion looks?

Forgiveness is like that. It peels away all that bad icky stuff on the outside that has been darkened, bruised, and weighty. Once we decide to forgive, we are stripped away, layer by layer, of all that nasty baggage we have been carrying around for so long. And all of a sudden we feel cleansed, refreshed, new. Try it.

Next time you are preparing a meal, think about all the inspiration you can get from the ingredients you use!

Peace.

Be Careful of What You Pray For......!

2009-08-15T19:57:00.003-04:00

For the entire summer, I have been moaning, groaning, and complaining about how cheated we here in Michigan have been with under normal summer weather conditions. Forget about the fact that it has been heat tolerable, blue skies, and breezy during the day, and cool sleeping weather at night. Naw, that wasn't good enough for me, no way! I knew that the rest of the country was suffering in some parts since May, with sweltering heat, and I wanted that also. Well...........We got it, and I don't like it!!

I even prayed, YES PRAYED, for hot weather. Be very careful of what you pray for, because you just might get it!

This is such a lesson in asking for what you want and not necessarily what you need. How many times do we think we know it all when it comes to our wants? Oh, Lord, if only I could have a bigger home, nicer car, more elaborate vacations, trendier clothes, expensive jewelry, swimming pool, spa, la la la la la....

When we FINALLY get it, that God is in control, the pressure is off and I mean off for good. However, as human beings, do we ever really get it? Or, does it just sound good when we verbalize to others that we don't really need anything; that we have all we care to have right now, thank you.

It is a lesson to be learned to be sure, over and over again. One day I may even get it right. Until then...........Another Iced Tea Please, and could you move the fan closer to my bed? Because it is hot in here!

Moments With Angels

2009-08-06T17:20:00.004-04:00

A spiriritual awakening is taking place inthe world today. An intense yearning to touch the depths of our being is bringing people to seek different ways to rekindle their soul. Everywhere one hears the talk of angels! As for me, well, I think I met an angel or two in certain unexplained events in my life. However, I could not prove to anyone that I encountered a real angel.

I do believe, that even if I have not really seen an angel, I am surrounded by a sacred presence that I cannot explain. Within these last few weeks, I did have angel blessings. I can only say that there are "real" people out there who amaze me with their generosity, sincere efforts to offer assistance in difficult times, and have a genuine love of humanity. These people not only bless me, but they continue to amaze me with their humility and sense of timing.

There is a yearning deep in the human heart, an ache, a desire, for God. These aches or yearnings need to be fed. We live under the eye of God, and so when we are nourished by the love of others, we fill that ache and we see God.

Spending our days in the fast lane of life, impairs our ability to see the holy in the ordinary. If you want to see into the depth of your soul, you need to slow down. Hidden beauty is waiting around the corner. Life wants to lead you to your angels. This can only happen if you are willing to unwrap the ordinary things of life.

It is time to see...

♥ a mistake and learning from it

♥ reconciliation after a quarrel

♥ sprouting leaves and flowers

♥ embracing a loved one who is in pain

♥ how you can bless with your words, actions, deeds

♥ a world becoming better because of what you contribute

I could list many more, but I think you get the idea.

Today, become an angel to someone. It doesn't take great efforts. It only takes a willingness to make greatness out of the ordinary.

"Angels mean messengers and ministers. Their function is to execute the plan of divine providence, even in earthly things." --Thomas Aquinas

Delay Is Not Denial

2009-07-26T17:33:00.005-04:00

One of the fun things that my grand babies love to do is splash in the little pool we have for them at our home. It is only about two feet deep and six feet long, but to them it is huge! Since we have not had much of a summer here, we have not been able to fill the pool for them to use. I know little kids feel that they always have to wait forever to do something they want. I never told them no, that going in the pool will not happen. I only told them maybe soon if it gets warmer. But for a small child, this is something that I am witholding from them on purpose.

I feel the same way, sometimes. I don't profess I know the thoughts of my Heavenly Father, but I do not always understand His ways. I suppose that delay in answered prayer is an opportunity for my Father to work on my problems and accomplish the desires of my heart in the most wonderful way possible. Delay is the all loving restraint of my Father, not to deny, but what has to be--sometimes.

Some days, I am plagued with doubt. God knows that. We've been through all the issues together. Somewhere along all the question marks in my life, is an inner knowing that "all will be well."

It seems like everyday there is a challenge in my life that I have to face. Life on Earth is allways a challenge! It is a challenge just to try to exist in this failing economy, and hardship is abundant all around us. We are God's chldren and tough times are awakenings for our dependence on Him and to believe in Him. There are moments that I get so overwhelmed and I cannot seem to function normally. But I believe that my prayers are resounding in Heaven and God hears those.

When I close my eyes and embrace His presence, I feel secure, comforted and loved. I know that my worries, concerns, and desires will be allieviated within time. Every need has its answer...as I practice patience...within the silence of my heart. At times it means I have to wait and to reflect and let be.

Monday Moanin'

2009-07-19T13:29:00.004-04:00

Just a few thoughts that I had this weekend...

Anyone who has read my blog, knows I have issues with the way people treat other people. I had my spirit wounded this weekend, but I am not going to allow myself to wallow in self pity.

I would just like to encourage anyone who is invited to an event to arrive on time. There is nothing as frustrating to a hostess than to wait on arriving guests when food preparation is involved, and time for cooking and serving is pre-determined.
If given the chance, be gracious and courteous to the person who is hosting the event. Compliments are always welcome when someone has put forth much effort and time, to make their guests feel comfortable and welcome.
Offer your assistance when serving, preparing, or cleaning up afterwards, if possible.
Let your host/hostess know that you appreciate being at their home and by all means thank them for the invitation. I am not above offering compliments to anyone for anything they do, in any capacity,that brings joy to themselves and to others. We all need a bit of appreciation for our efforts especially from those who mean the most to us.

These are simple, and courteous things to do that make others feel successful in their entertaining endeavors. They say actions speak louder than words, and this is something I have come to believe. How full of power words are! Sometimes the people we know including our family, become too comfortable and take us for granted. It is easy for special moments spent together in celebration to go by and remain moments untouched and unblessed. We all need special people in our lives to whom we can show our soul. But relationships need to be nourished, and nurtured, and celebrated. We do this by our actions and our words; words spoken from the heart, and actions done out of love and caring. In any case, I take my wounded soul and hand it over to the Lord, and continue to hope that one day, people/family/friends can become sensitive to the hearts of one another, through their expressions of kindness and gratitude.

40 years ago.....

2009-07-15T11:08:00.005-04:00

Today is my son's 40th birthday! For the life of me, I don't know how this happened! Why, just yesterday, he was one year old and had the curliest, thick head of hair, sweet smile, tiniest feet and hands............I mean, I just fed him his cereal, and dressed him for the day, and Oh My! Somebody, help! My little sweet boy is missing and replaced by this tall, dark, and handsome man person!!

Where did those years go? I cannot possibly be THAT old as to have a child who is now 40, can I? Naw....It is just a dream, right? Pretty soon I will wake up and have to go into his bedroom and pick him up from his crib.....No, I don't think so. It is real, very real.

Matthew, you grew up right before our eyes. Our hearts are filled with all those memories of your childhood and young adult years. Sometimes, we were filled with joy, other times, well, let's just say, you gave us a run for our money! All things considered, we are proud that you are our son.

People, let me tell you a bit about him. He is hard working, quiet, and humble. He goes to church, loves family and tradition and is a real sensitive guy. His heart breaks easily, but his heart is always open to children, family, and those in need. He never asks for anything of anyone, but is willing to help when he is needed. He has never been married, but believes that God has someone waiting to find him one day, if that is to be. He is content with what he has, and has never thought that the grass is greener somewhere else. He is a loving uncle, a caring cousin, and devoted son.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MATT!

May God bless you abundantly, and may you receive your heart's desire today and always.

Celebrate! Sto Lat!!

I Never Said I Was Perfect

2009-07-10T19:26:00.006-04:00

I am usually appalled at how verbally nasty human beings can be toward one another. That is, until I find myself doing the same thing. I always have very good reasons and excuses why I want to point my finger at someone who I feel has certain weaknesses or faults. Don't we all come up with them?

The other day, my husband was driving with me in a very congested traffic situation. He pulled out of a driveway to enter into the traffic going in the opposite direction, with no apparent problem on our side. Except, someone thought that he did. Coming from the opposite direction, another driver shouts out of his car, "hey you stupid a-----e!" I was so stunned that someone who didn't know my husband, apparently was not aware that he was in full control of his car, and in fact, did nothing wrong, would feel that he was entitled to call dirty names to another human being just because he could!

One thing I have learned over the past few years, is that one word, acceptance. I have become more aware of my own motivations for treating someone else with disrespect. Usually it stems from fatigue, disappointment, worry, or frustration. Insecurity, hurt, revenge, or the desire to feel better about myself are all unloving motivations for naming someone else's weaknesses. Of course, that is no excuse, but being aware of your own feelings can often dictate behavior. When you accept others just the way they are, the burden of fault finding is lifted in spite of the circumstances of any given situation. It works. It really does!

The one thing that helps me to respect other people, is that I try to see the presence of God in them. I am not so quick to criticize or find fault when I really believe that God dwells within others, just as He dwells within me. To form hostilities or berate another person is truly not in my makeup. I am sure many other people share the same feelings about themselves.

We are imperfect human beings and sometimes we fail. Let us ask God to help us live with His kindness, act with His gentleness, and speak with His love, when we are among His people. Bless our conversation. Amen

My Memory Cup

2009-07-06T14:22:00.003-04:00

Last week I experienced memories flooding my mind like Niagara Falls. I held up my coffee (yes, not tea) cup and imagined it being filled to the brim with memories from as far back as, well, as I could remember!

The gift of memory is something we probably rarely think about until we get to the age where we have trouble remembering! Our memory enables us to recall our touches of God (blessings) to give thanks for them, and to grow and learn from them. They serve as a way to keep us connected to the past. The good memories strengthen and sustain us. The bad memories, help us to learn to go on and not make the same mistakes we once did.

Today is my 41st wedding anniversary. I still can vividly remember my wedding day. It was hot that day and we were one of the last of our generation to have an all day celebration. We were married at 10 a.m in the morning. Then we went to a breakfast reception. The menu included pork chops, potatoes, eggs, champagne and other breakfast foods. We then had a couple of hours of rest, and then on to the evening reception. It was quite some wedding celebration!

I could never gather all my memories and write about them. It would take me years to write them all down!

Without memory we would be unable to savor the good things that have happened to us and for us. Without memory, we would not be able to be healed from past painful areas of our life. Memory can bless us or haunt us, depending on how we receive it and live with it.

Sometimes, our memories come back and are not so pleasant. Perhaps that is because we have not really dealt with them. Other times, the happy memories come forward to help us remember all the good things that happened in our lives, and that we should be filled with gratitude for them.

Today, sift through your memories. Catch the ones that enhance your core goodness. Savor them. Be blessed by them. Let your memories fill you with hope and inspiration. Let your memories pervade your entire being. Thank God for them.

Heavenly Father, I come to You today in thanksgiving for my blessed marriage. I thank you for my husband, who was faithful to his committment of love and honor and support for his family. Lord, help me remember when we first met and the strong love that grew between us. I ask for help to remember to always speak words that are kind and loving, and to have hearts that are always ready to ask forgiveness as well as to forgive. Bless our marriage with peace and happiness and never let us forget that You are walking beside us in our life's journey. Thank you Lord, for covering our home with Your Grace, Mercy and Favor......Amen

An Afternoon With Royalty

2009-06-25T20:42:00.013-04:00

Special Occasions. We all love to participate in these events. What exactly makes an occasion so special? Does it actually have to be a celebration for a specific event like birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, baptisms, graduations, bridal and baby showers? The answer is definitely NO. Anyone can create a special occasion if they use a bit of imagination and a little bit of effort.

In fact, we create lasting memories when we do this. I wanted to do something that would be fun, creative, and memorable.

I decided to have a special occasion.

I wanted to invite someone special to celebrate with me.

I baked and decorated and used my finest china.

I set the mood with candles and music.

And then, I waited for them to arrive.

Here is how the story goes.

The excitement was too much to bear Wednesday evening. I was baking scones for a very special event the following day. I partially set the table, and continued to prepare as much as I could because my guests were arriving at 11:30 the following morning.

The chairs were decorated with lavender tulle and flowers

The tiny centerpiece was a sweet wire teapot with different shades of pink flowers in the center.

In the morning I put the finishing touches on the table, lit a scented candle, and put some very relaxing soft music on the stereo.

The car drove up my driveway, excitement filled the air as the most beautiful princesses walked up to my door. "Welcome, Princess Olivia and Princess Gianna!" I squealed. "You both look so stunning in your gowns. Come in for our Princess Tea Party!"

At the table, I placed pink sequined tiaras on the green depression glass plates. The two princesses put the tiaras on and we were ready to begin the most regal tea party ever to hit this town, for sure!

The food was delicious. There was homemade raisin scones, devonshire cream, strawberry jam, and fresh fruit. The savories were jelly sandwiches shaped like bunnies and bears, and cucumber cream cheese sandwiches. There also was a fluffy lime fruit salad and of course, tea. The princesses sipped their tea out of vintage bone china cups. Also served was rainbow rock sugar and sugar cubes to sweeten the tea. Dessert was a giant applesauce cupcake with bright pink flowers on top, served on crystal dessert plates.

The princesses were very delighted with their tea party. After tea we decided to go outdoors and visit our secret garden and look for fairies. I am sure that my special tea party was one that the little girls will not forget anytime soon. Actually, I will never forget this day. The tea was steeped, the food and conversation shared..... a communion of sorts. These moments of communion are so delicious. They are pure gift, a generous outpouring from the God whose very nature is relationship. God created us to connect to each other and to Him. I love sharing my faith with my grandchildren. They are so open and so eager to hear about God. In many ways, they minister to me. Being with them allows me to see the sacred in the little things of life, including searching for fairies in the secret garden!

The Blessings of Daylight

2009-06-22T13:41:00.003-04:00

Yesterday was the longest day of the year, and the first official day of Summer! It was close to 10 p.m. last evening and it was still a bit more than dusky, yet it was not quite evening darkness yet.

Those who are unable to sleep at night are especially grateful for the early morning sunrises. The dawn brings freedom from the night's isolation and offers the promise of hope of a brand new day. I especially feel blessed by God when the day lasts longer and therefore gives us the opportunity to extend our Summer activities.

No matter how we feel physically, mentally, or spiritually, the longer daylight, the warmer weather, and the beauty that Summer brings to our world, is a reminder of how blessed we are to have the gift of life and the resources to enjoy and share with others our many blessings.

"Fill us at daybreak with your kindness..." Psalm 90:14

Unless You Be Like a Child.......

2009-06-16T19:54:00.005-04:00

Does anyone remember what it was like being a child? Watching the little ones again today, I am reminded how wonderful the world of a small child can be, and that it is something we adults should be noting. What great fun it is to run amid the bubbles floating like little rainbow fairies and letting them pop in your face!

Put a watering can or a hose in the hands of a little child suddenly becomes serious business. We must make sure every flower gets a drink so that they can keep their beauty.
Oh, and yes, must not forget the bird bath!
When Jesus was asked what qualities he was looking for in a disciple, He did not go to a synagogue or marketplace. No, he reached for a small child and said "These are the qualities I am looking for. This is what I want you to become."
Imagine the shock on their faces. "What? A kid? This is a joke, right?" Jesus said, "I am telling you, unless you become like little children, you will not enter the Kingdom of Heaven."

So, what makes children so special? For one thing, they are open. They let reality in, yet can also use their imaginations to carry them on to wonderful adventures. Unfortunately, adults sometimes build barriers to shield them from the real world. Doing this, they keep out God, who enters into their lives through the real world.

Children trust. They are easily lead by the hand for you to guide them. They believe what you say because they know that you are grown up and know better. Isn't that a lot like our relationship with God? We need to trust, and to believe that God will lead us in the right direction.
And finally, children have no claims on their parents' love. They do nothing to merit the love and affection their parents lavish on them from the moment of birth. Good parents don't love their kids because they have to, they do it because they truly love their children unconditionally. The love of parents to children are a lot like the love that God has for His children.

Here is something to think about. How childlike am I? When was the last time I just let myself be me, and forget about what someone else might think of me?
How long has it been since I belly laughed so hard I thought that I would collapse? To whom would I turn, if suddenly I became frightened? When did I share with someone something that was mine? When did I dance with abandon, and sing out of key? How do I love unconditionally?

I think children have it all figured out. Life is fun and wonderful and exciting! Every day is a new adventure for them, and tomorrow is even better yet!

Saturday at the Farmers Market

2009-06-13T13:23:00.007-04:00

It started out as a rainy. dreary Saturday morning. I am so affected by weather changes these days, that it was all I could do to drag my tired body out of bed and on the sofa for hot coffee to get me going. My daughter called and said that she and the three kiddos were off to the farmers market, and would we like to join her. The rain had subsided and the sun was almost peeking out between the grey clouds, and the warming temperatures were beckoning us outdoors.

Being at the market reminds me of how we are blessed with the wealth of the land. We have these wonderful gifts from the earth, vegetables, and fruits that end up on our tables to be nourishment for our bodies.

Walking around we could feel the energy and excitement of everyday people eager to experience the abundance of produce which signals the beauty and bounty of the Summer. It is at moments like these, that seem to bring refreshment and restoration to those tired places within us.

After what I am sure seemed like a long time to be sitting in his stroller, little Matteo (20 mos.) decided enough is enough and demanded to be set free to walk. He grabbed his security blanket, and off he went.

He was going to explore on his own, all the activity around him.
So, who's afraid anyway? I know that the adults are close behind. Besides, I like to pretend that I am big enough to handle things myself!
How often are we like little Matteo? We associate the magical stage of adulthood, as the time in our "grown up" lives that we forge on making decisions, taking chances, and perhaps even risk failure. The wonderful thing is that we know that our Father who watches over us, is ready to take our hands and guide and direct us in order to help us grow in wisdom and knowledge.

My wish for everyone is to be able to gather up the gift of time, and experience a small journey to renew and refresh your tired spirits, just as I did today.