Here comes the Son!

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That smile in the crowd that says “I’m ready!”

 

It can be a daunting thing to cut your first cake, on your First Holy Communion Day, but she rocked it!  God bless you my precious goddaughter, this very special weekend and always.

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Growing in Faith, Hope and Love

While social media as of late as been a source of stress and turmoil, today it was a reminder of faith  hope and love, growing together with my newest best friend, my husband Brian.  A 5 year video celebrating our “friendversary” popped up on my wall.  The pictures reminded me that we have lived a lifetime in these brief 5 years: married; got pregnant and lost a baby; buried two parents-  a parent a piece;  changed jobs; embarked on new careers; made new friends; celebrated friends’ children’s weddings; sold a house and found a new spiritual home…

All the things you usually get to experience over a 40 year period God gave to us in a much shorter period, and through them strengthened us in the faith, hope and love and the sacrament we share.  I guess my point is that it’s not the amount of time you’re given with someone, but what you do with it, where you let yourselves be led that makes it full.  

And then of course there is Buddy, what a full, beautiful experience this life is! Thank you for the reminder FB.

In the Garden of life 


While Buddy and I tended our gardens, I remembered something my husband said,

“It looks kind of haphazard, but it works.”

 

And I got thinking, events in time may feel or appear haphazardly “planted” or possibly come in unwanted combinations…

Really though, could something so full of life be so random?

Nah…The plan is just not yours.

Thank you God for the seemingly random nature of life, still so full of lush possibility and moments of sense-filling beauty. To You it all makes perfect sense, please help me to see that that’s enough. 

And Buddy, it’s enough for him.

A Moment of Peace

For a break to be effective it doesn’t have to last for days, could be a few hours away.  You just have to let go of everything else you’re letting into your head.  Took the new camera out for a spin after evening Mass and went up to Dahlonega, GA and let everything else fall away and just be, me, myself and the camera…Well and the Budster 😉

 

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New insight on a classic! 

Korean Martyrs Catholic Church Atlanta 24th Sun Ordinary Time 


Gospel according to St. Luke 15:1-32 -The Parable of the Prodigal Son

“Any real love makes you terribly vulnerable / God’s loves for us brought Him pain and suffering.”


“…This parable is unusual as it repeats a line twice. Jesus usually doesn’t repeat- he is usually very straight to the point, so let us listen,’…My son was lost and now is found, he was dead and now has come back to life.’ Rather than the extravagant son, this parable is about the Father’s unconditional love, not because of who we are but because of who He is. He loves us enough to risk pain and suffering for us.”

I love it when I leave thinking and making connections…

Sharing Mom’s Flowers

with our heavenly Mother. 


 My maternal grandfather had a deep devotion to our Lady which I think carried on with his girls. Mom taught me to pray the rosary when I was two, I have always thought she is so beautiful.


It’s not that I wanted my mom to stay and suffer, but losing your mom, it’s something so surreal. 


I think she would be pleased to offer her flowers to Mary.

I know when I go out to water them, I will be reminded say a prayer to my heavenly Mother for my mother.  I know that in time it will heal what’s broken in me.  

In Paradisum Mom. 
 

A small kindness – packed in love

My mother passed away very suddenly this past Sunday evening…

That afternoon, my aunt, and my husband and I had been touring nursing homes because the chronic illness she was suffering from was progressing beyond the abilities of the facility she was living in. We found the perfect place- safe, great staff, comfortable and aesthetically pleasing with spiritual offering and activities and PT even if there was no long 

Four hours later, we receive word that she has suffered cardiac arrest and was dead.  It was a shock not that it could happen, but that as focused as we were on the next step of movement to a place here on earth, God had another plan, a better plan, the perfect place with Him. 

When I stopped at the local Trader Joe’s and told the cashier that I had better stock up on their unique and interesting greeting cards, because I had a use for them. We discussed my mother’s passing and his mother’s in similar circumstances.  We talked of allowing those we love to be cared for by God – ultimately loving them enough to let them go Home.  But it’s not easy and it can make you weary.  Physically and mentally and my soul eagerly awaits the memorial Mass.

He smiled at me and asked me to wait a minute, walked off and when he came back he offered me a bouquet of flowers from Trader Joe’s with their condolences. 

 I hugged him twice so taken by his thoughtfulness and love.  So much love packed into that one small gesture, brief moment.

That afternoon I was so weary  I thought I would fade, and not rise, then that man offered a word and a gesture and the power of God’s love for another human being bound me up to move to the next task, renewed! 

If you have the opportunity to offer that miracle to someone look for it, embrace it, offer it, because it could do so much