If you are seeking peace…

Pray the rosary.

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I learned to pray the rosary when I was two and my father was thought to be dying of a perforated colon.  Despite what the doctor’s told us, he miraculously survived.  Much later in his life, when my father was very close to death, his heart was still not aligned with God’s will and Dad was in spiritual torment.  My mother and I prayed in his room while he slept and when he heard us praying he would tell us to stop that…Until he woke one time while we were praying the rosary and he didn’t ask us to stop.  When we saw he was awake, we continued to pray, but much quieter.  He said “No, keep praying.”  My mother looked at me and started praying in a louder voice and I did as well.  Shortly after we finished, my father confessed that he was afraid to die because he loved my mother so and would miss her.  I saw an opening of his heart and spoke the words  a dear friend had shared with me, seemingly out of the blue,  about losing her husband years ago.  “Death is not the end of love, it is loving everyone as intensely as you love your spouse here on earth.”  My father sighed and gave his will up to God.  He became peaceful about everything and died in peace a few weeks later.  His soul could be at rest. IMG_3639

Not every end to my prayers has been as miraculous an answer…Jeff didn’t survive the second cancer.  Our baby didn’t make it out of the womb alive…Or maybe they have.  It’s just not the way I wanted the prayers to be answered.  I prayed Jeff be free of the cancer.  I prayed our baby would be happy and follow the Lord always.

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What is undeniably true for me however;  is that when I do pray the rosary, I am given a peace much like my father exhibited.  When I pray the rosary, I see the life of Jesus.  I reflect not only on how Mary felt, but how different people in the mysteries reacted to God’s message.  When I pray the rosary I notice that it makes it easier for me to align my will with the Father’s will, through His Son and guided by the Holy Spirit, the spiritual spouse of Mary.  I used to go to the rosary only in moments of trouble of severe need.  It struck me that it was selfish if I only went when I needed something so desperately.  It is a devotion of  growing closer to Jesus through the eyes of His mother.  Do I only want to be close to Him when I am in sever straights?  No!  I want to continue to know Him better and be closer to Him all the time.

I remember someone in prayer each rosary I offer. Sometimes it’s the souls in Purgatory, sometimes it’s for someone who has been presented to me with a specific need. 

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I pray the rosary while I walk our dog in the morning, besides other times.  I think Buddy likes me feeling peaceful too.

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Worth the minutes

Praying the rosary brings peace to the soul for the whole day, and takes maybe 20 minutes.  

You need to make time to reflect with prayer and let it soak into your soul. Each bead of each mystery is an opportunity to think on the life of Jesus. It is never vain repetitious prayer. There is often a new insight or thought.  


I used to try to pray it on my commute, but I cannot focus my soul.  My language and feeling in city traffic definitely do not  dispose me to prayer.  I have a challenge with where my life and mind are right now, in stopping to sit and pray, unless I go to Adoration. 


 However, I enjoy connecting with God in nature, even if it’s just a stroll around the neighborhood.  So, I have recently taken to praying while I walk with Buddy in the morning, using the audio guide on the “Holy Rosary – Scriptural Edition v2.1”


And I recently acquired a rosary that has a definite tactile difference in the beads and is comfortable to hold. 


It may take you “a minute” to figure out where and when your soul is most disposed to praying, and in what form of devotion, but definitely seek the minutes. What a difference those few minutes can make. 

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.

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