Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Only a boy would say this! Part 938579357839

Boys are scrambling to catch the bus this morning.

The following conversation ensues:

Oldest boy: Has anyone seen my deodorant?

Youngest boy:  No.  I haven't.

Oldest boy:  Does anyone have any deodorant I can borrow?

Middle boy asking youngest boy:  Don't you have some of that Old Spice kind?

Youngest boy:  NO!!  Mine has a blue lid and is call SPEED STINK.

I don't think he will have to worry about anyone borrowing THAT deodorant!!! 
 
I LOVE BEING A MOM!!!!

Monday, January 20, 2014

You look burdened. Can I pray for you?

Prayer.

The power of prayer.  I believe in it.  It is why the devil attacks our desire to pray first.  Weakening our fortress. Taking the wind from our sails.  Diminishing our hope amongst the trials. 

Do not stop praying.  It is your light.  Your line of communication with the Almighty.

The definitions of prayer are:
  1. An earnest request; entreaty;  supplication
  2. A humble entreaty addressed to God;  a request for God
  3. Any spiritual communion with God
  4. Something prayed for or requested, as a petition
There are others but I focus on these.

I have learned the power of prayer from oneself and especially from others.

People would say they would pray for me.  I would think foolishly, "I can pray for these things.  I know I should be praying for my own stuff and why should I burden others with this!!!  They have their own problems to pray about.  I should be able to pray adequately for all the things that I am responsible for and the ones I know about."

Darn pride.

Humility is the cure of this evil curse:  pride.

God thought I needed a lesson in prayer.

He turned off my light last year.  I wandered. 

Aimlessly. 

I knew where I wanted to be but I lost the road.  My map was taken away.

At my darkest moments, my friends would say I am praying for you.  At first I was mad.  Mad that I needed someone else to pray for me and my family.  This is my job.

I remember one dismal day.  I remember hearing my heart imploring God,  "What is to become of my children if I cannot even pray for them or myself through this time?!?!?!?"


He answered my plea.

"My dear child, your friends are praying for you."

I was moved to tears.  I sobbed at my foolish pride.  I then found prayer in my heart again.  I begged God to bless those that were praying for my dear family when I couldn't even do that and to answer their dearest and most intimate prayers also.

Faith, hope and love.  And the greatest of all of these is love.

Charity is love in action.  We can love but without charity our love has no wings.  No force to propel it forward.

The highest form of charity is prayer.

Prayer is love true love in action.

So I am asking for some prayers here and now.  :)  I can do it. 

Please pray for several friends babies, a dear special lady and family that found a perfect house to make a home, for a dear, dear friend whose mother has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer (St. Joseph, patron of a happy death, we need you!), for my own children who are struggling spiritually right now, for my daughter and her "husband" that they get married within the church very soon, for our priests and seminarians of the Institute (they are all wonderful and have sacrificed so much for us all), for my amazing parents who raised 3 children that are all now still Catholic, for those who are in their final agony, for those who most especially who cannot muster a prayer for themselves at this moment - it is a dark and hard place.

The last one that I ask you to pray about is for those who are unbaptized.  One dear girl in particular who seeks the truth.

I ask anyone who sees this please add your own prayer requests.  I WILL pray for you.  Others will also.

God bless you.

I thank you for your prayers.