I wanted to reflect upon this year before the year ends. And I've been thinking about this post for a while, trying to come up with some words, ideas, descriptions of this year's theme, meaning to me. It's hard to believe this year of 2019 only carries with it 3 more days until a new year and new decade begin! I had some time before the business and distractions of Christmas preparation took underway to reflect and think of some symbols or ways to describe this year.
This year would be described as unknown, uncertain, unpredictable. It was full of surprises and twists and turns like the first day of the year going up the Mountain, higher and higher the summit, the nooks and crannies were becoming further and further away, and everything looked small except the skyline. Thinking about going up this landmark Mountain makes me think of the many various moments throughout the year. Exploring it on the first day of the year is special to see its wonders, and to experience the vastness and beauty of the area. It was a beautiful but very crisp, chilly and windy winter day, sometimes it even made me laugh because the wind was so strong. I even got a smile from a stranger as he saw me put on my warm beanie to cover my head and my ears. The year was in full view, anything was possible and there was so much to look forward to and ahead. I had just landed a job with young children at a Jewish school that was somewhat exciting but very much unknown. It would only be a few short days later that my world would be upside down in where things were headed, and it was out of my control to keep things moving. I could only trust and hope in God's provision and plan, and it was one of the hardest moments to do so.
The winter chill lasted in the air as well as in my head, and thoughts. As I assumed things could only get better and strike a more positive tone, it became a lot harder than I imagined. My prayers were answered in ways I had never thought they would be answered as our prayers usually are. Coming closer to Christ, loving Him more is a prayer we can all ask, desire or murmur in our hearts and God hears it still. Looking back, I feel God answered this prayer, thought, intention of mine in this particular job in which everything was hard, painful, annoying, and a different kind of humility pie on the daily. It was a surprise I had never expected or anticipated for and truly relying and holding on to Christ, growing deeper in my faith and in His sufferings on the Cross. It grew me more united with Him in a way that was very intimate, raw, and uncomfortable but beautiful all the same.
The spring was the time of spiritual renewal and where it started to become more real in the daily grind of work, hardship, misunderstandings and quiet moments at Mass before work, holding on to Him who would give me the grace for another day. Also, asking a prayer to Our Lady for her powerful intercession. I was living out my faith in my own way before work, trying to remember the message at Mass while at work and say some prayers throughout the day, and visit the chapel and adoration afterwards. I felt like my schedule, my focus was surrounded on God. I was experiencing a lot of indescribable pain that I knew it was what I needed and primarily Who I could complain to, seek, be with after a long day of cute kids, noise, bending over and standing many times throughout, and being inside my head.
The months of enduring remnants of persecution and hardship quietly were soon over, and I knew I needed to turn the page in this chapter, and year and take a break, refocus and recollect on all the past 6 months had offered and all that had happened. Summer was a lovely time to enjoy the freedom of schedule, to release all the stress and tension I had had and to heal from the wounds and negative feelings of others and myself, all the difficult memories of my former job. There were a lot of unknowns and question marks throughout this season as well, yet sometimes they were covered up by the bright summer day or the peaceful, and lovely inspired evenings on runs or sitting on the porch.
My niece was able to visit and other family members came, but all among the midst of this my heart was heavy with where I was going and what the rest of the year would look like. I tried to stay upbeat and inspired with staying focused on my goals like studying for the English CBEST section and reorganizing things around my room, or continuing to read and look up good books to read, and keeping up with exercise. But my prayer was always the question of where I was supposed to be, what would happen and continued hope, and trust that He would heal my former hard experiences.
Just 2 days before I would start my yet again new job, my sister had her birthday and we went up the same landmark Mountain and I could recall my memories from January 1st. I had to hope and see the possibilities again after being let down months prior. The unknown was right in my face again as I would start on a new path, a new journey and see where it would lead. A few weeks prior, I felt inspired to start learning Hebrew and take a break from my studies of Arabic as something inside felt like a light had turned off for the time being. The first word I learned in Hebrew was peace, Shalom! I still desire to learn this beautiful and ancient language and have Arabic as a guide and counterpart in the process. I have even said a few words to my cute and sweet nephew to practice and he smiles big.
With this Fall semester passed, I must say it has gone by fast! The days have easily turned into weeks and weeks months. I'm working at a school with kids, but much bigger kids than before- high schoolers who just as much need their own set of attention, support and care from their educators. And I feel proud to be a part of that, and from day 1, day 2 and so forth knew it was a good fit for me overall, I could sense it in my bones, in my energy and in my thoughts. I can see the same Mountain from the classroom window, as my desk and the wide window face this majestic landmark. And I remember hope and faith that symbolize it, that faith can move mountains if we believe and trust.
This Fall was inspiring and enriching in its own way and finally felt calm and serene after a heavy storm that passed through. Autumn sprinkled on its pumpkin flare, and I felt like me again not only because its my favorite season but because I was able to see the fruits of the labor from the months before and able to enjoy it, feel peace with a sense of stability. I could easily miss the gratitude in the quite hectic year if it wasn't for the earlier half being what it was. I wouldn't be so thankful for where I am if I wasn't where I was before, to see what God has done and shown me through out this year.
I want to finish this year strong, in the sense of appreciating and loving all that has happened this year- the challenging, the hurts, the tears, the joys, the good, the quiet, the unknown. It wouldn't be 2019 without them and I wouldn't be where I am today without God allowing and willing it all to happen, so I am grateful for that as well. About a year ago at this time my sister, mom and I went to Monterrey and Carmel to see the Mission there. Something about visiting a mission during the Christmas season is very special and distinctive to remember, as it recalls a reflective time and a joyful time of Christ's birth.
I can recall the Nativity scene with all its angels, shepherds and of course Jesus, Mary and Joseph. It reflected simplicity, beauty and wonder. Right across from this smaller Nativity scene enclosed in a glass case was the figure of Jesus crucified on the Cross on Good Friday. It was somewhat strange to see these two contrasting images and depiction of Jesus' life, the most important, His birth and His death, our salvation. It dawned on me that these two images that are not solely images or events but feasts in our Church and celebrations and cause for reflection are intertwined and related to one another, the other can not be existing with out the other. One you could say represents joy, the other suffering or deep sorrow at least initially since then afterwards is Jesus' Resurrection which also reveals hope. It's the same with our lives, they can mirror each other with its joy and gladness and then when life becomes more difficult, painful and uncertain.
Joseph mirrors the example of carrying for the his family, the Holy Family- as it is the feast for tomorrow. The same mission we saw last year had the figurines nicely and beautifully displayed of the baby Jesus, Mary Our Mother and Joseph all serene and joyful looking down at Him. I noticed right away that Joseph was holding a lighted lamp and that resonated with me. He is the leader, the protector and is lighting the path, the way to Christ. He will continue to do so this Christmas and new year, and it gives me inspiration and hope to trust in St. Joseph as he leads the baby Jesus and Our Lady to where God leads them. May he also lead me in hope, faith and trust into this new year.
Saturday, December 28, 2019
Monday, November 11, 2019
November Chill, A Baby to Hold
Yesterday was a beautiful day. It was my nephew's first birthday and it was special to reflect upon this year and all that has happened. As my sister said when reflecting upon this year, 'it goes slow in the moment but when looking back it is fast and crazy to see how much he's grown.'
I couldn't reflect upon the birth of my dear nephew and all the transitions of his growth without mentioning a year ago for me. Fall this year and Fall last year look completely different. They are the same season, yet the experiences in them shaped me and influenced a lot. There was disappointment last Fall for me since I was going through a lot of deep emotions, and struggles of where I was and it wasn't what I thought it would be like. There is a lot to look forward to in Fall in my opinion, because of all the exciting festivities upcoming, the changing weather and leaves, and the end of the year. Somehow this inspiration, this excitement that develops wasn't really there for me like usual.
On top of that, I wasn't very busy and didn't feel inspired with what I was doing. Fall has always felt inspiring either with what was going on, my schedule, books being read, activities, thoughts, hobbies, projects. But I think last year, it was like I needed a change because what I was doing, my schedule was very routine in that it wasn't a challenge anymore or inspiring rather.
With my nephew among other nephews and a niece being born close to the same timing, I was watching a lot happen but life still felt somewhat mundane and in the waiting season for when things would start to pick up for me. I vividly remember how emotionally hard it was seeing my dear sister have a baby and have another human being to look after when I didn't know where things were going for me, and how to preoccupy myself to when that would be.
I got the privilege of seeing precious Santiago grow and change. As the weather got colder and the trees no longer had fancy colors, I experienced the closeness and warmth of a loving home, loving a baby. And being with him made all the difference for me! Though I was experiencing hardships internally, being with him and his parents no longer felt like the bleak of winter but like a warm spring. Santiago has always loved his comfort, like snuggling up and being held and caressed safely in his mom's or dad's arms. I can also easily seek comfort in my own life, and last year and parts of this year, it felt like my comfort level was pushed away since there was a lot of unknowns.
Holding cute little Santiago reminded me of trusting in God and His plan and unique timing, especially when things were feeling out of the plan. Having him rest on me, sleep on me, calming him, burping him, and rocking him were all tangible ways I could be rest assured that God was doing the same for me. Quieting my worries, doubts and letting me know His love through the people that love and care for me, all the gifts He has given me, my faith, everything I have has been given to show His love and concern.
Those peaceful lullabies and baby whispers have turned the page to a new season and stage. This Fall is looking a lot different, with more gratitude, excitement and inspiration to go around. May it continue to last, as we look ahead and be thankful for all that God has given us to hold and treasure.
I couldn't reflect upon the birth of my dear nephew and all the transitions of his growth without mentioning a year ago for me. Fall this year and Fall last year look completely different. They are the same season, yet the experiences in them shaped me and influenced a lot. There was disappointment last Fall for me since I was going through a lot of deep emotions, and struggles of where I was and it wasn't what I thought it would be like. There is a lot to look forward to in Fall in my opinion, because of all the exciting festivities upcoming, the changing weather and leaves, and the end of the year. Somehow this inspiration, this excitement that develops wasn't really there for me like usual.
On top of that, I wasn't very busy and didn't feel inspired with what I was doing. Fall has always felt inspiring either with what was going on, my schedule, books being read, activities, thoughts, hobbies, projects. But I think last year, it was like I needed a change because what I was doing, my schedule was very routine in that it wasn't a challenge anymore or inspiring rather.
With my nephew among other nephews and a niece being born close to the same timing, I was watching a lot happen but life still felt somewhat mundane and in the waiting season for when things would start to pick up for me. I vividly remember how emotionally hard it was seeing my dear sister have a baby and have another human being to look after when I didn't know where things were going for me, and how to preoccupy myself to when that would be.
I got the privilege of seeing precious Santiago grow and change. As the weather got colder and the trees no longer had fancy colors, I experienced the closeness and warmth of a loving home, loving a baby. And being with him made all the difference for me! Though I was experiencing hardships internally, being with him and his parents no longer felt like the bleak of winter but like a warm spring. Santiago has always loved his comfort, like snuggling up and being held and caressed safely in his mom's or dad's arms. I can also easily seek comfort in my own life, and last year and parts of this year, it felt like my comfort level was pushed away since there was a lot of unknowns.
Holding cute little Santiago reminded me of trusting in God and His plan and unique timing, especially when things were feeling out of the plan. Having him rest on me, sleep on me, calming him, burping him, and rocking him were all tangible ways I could be rest assured that God was doing the same for me. Quieting my worries, doubts and letting me know His love through the people that love and care for me, all the gifts He has given me, my faith, everything I have has been given to show His love and concern.
Those peaceful lullabies and baby whispers have turned the page to a new season and stage. This Fall is looking a lot different, with more gratitude, excitement and inspiration to go around. May it continue to last, as we look ahead and be thankful for all that God has given us to hold and treasure.
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Created For More
I wanted to reflect upon this video I made about a year ago. I was reflecting upon a quote from a daily reflection for the year, "The definition of success is being what you were created to be." And I had to think about a year ago and all that has happened since then, and where I am now. Also, what this quote means to me now. I still agree with the fact that success is much more than physical and superficial like what our culture tells us. And being successful isn't just one thing or one life goal and then once you reach it, life has no purpose or meaning anymore, that's not true either.
We are each individuals and have our achievements, goals and ideas we want to work towards. But sometimes, we can get so wrapped up in the busyness and pursuit of it all we lose sight of what really matters. This quote tells us like I said in my video that being what we were created to be, aka what God has made and created us for and that is successful, beautiful and meaningful. It's easy to lose sight on this and get distracted in the things and motives of what we think we should be pursuing.
This quote has a slightly different angle to me now than it did a year ago based on what God has done and allowed to happen in my life. I've learned this year since then and 2019 alone, that God has made me for a purpose, and has a plan for my life. I am loved and chosen and life is meaningful and there is meaning and purpose everyday. I was talking to a student recently about this topic of meaning and the meaning of life. I think it's what we are all seeking and looking for, and especially those who do not have a concrete faith life or hope. It can be hard to express in words what meaning and purpose look like without the model of our Creator to look to. There is so much meaning in this season as any other in our lives whether that be spiritually, emotionally, physically, or psychologically. As well as season being the time of year and weather changes.
Fall is a beautiful example of this because there is so much meaning, with the changing color of leaves, the chilly nights, soft breezes, cloudy and rainy storms, and longer nights. There is a purpose because there is anticipation and preparation for the next season, time of year, and weather pattern, but also enjoyment, beauty and appreciation for the present season. Everything that has lead up to this point was being prepared and made ready in the prior months and seasons.
Today is the feast of St. Margret Mary Alocoque who was the first person to have visions of Jesus and His Most Sacred Heart. As a first hand witness, St. Margaret Mary had a purpose in bringing theses messages to others as well as the truth, beauty and meaning behind them. Jesus' Sacred Heart has been revealed to other women, men, and religious as well as all of us and in it we can find purpose, fulfillment, meaning, healing, love, beauty, understanding, and ultimately the meaning of who we are and our lives.
https://youtu.be/K3ssih3Qht0
We are each individuals and have our achievements, goals and ideas we want to work towards. But sometimes, we can get so wrapped up in the busyness and pursuit of it all we lose sight of what really matters. This quote tells us like I said in my video that being what we were created to be, aka what God has made and created us for and that is successful, beautiful and meaningful. It's easy to lose sight on this and get distracted in the things and motives of what we think we should be pursuing.
This quote has a slightly different angle to me now than it did a year ago based on what God has done and allowed to happen in my life. I've learned this year since then and 2019 alone, that God has made me for a purpose, and has a plan for my life. I am loved and chosen and life is meaningful and there is meaning and purpose everyday. I was talking to a student recently about this topic of meaning and the meaning of life. I think it's what we are all seeking and looking for, and especially those who do not have a concrete faith life or hope. It can be hard to express in words what meaning and purpose look like without the model of our Creator to look to. There is so much meaning in this season as any other in our lives whether that be spiritually, emotionally, physically, or psychologically. As well as season being the time of year and weather changes.
Fall is a beautiful example of this because there is so much meaning, with the changing color of leaves, the chilly nights, soft breezes, cloudy and rainy storms, and longer nights. There is a purpose because there is anticipation and preparation for the next season, time of year, and weather pattern, but also enjoyment, beauty and appreciation for the present season. Everything that has lead up to this point was being prepared and made ready in the prior months and seasons.
Today is the feast of St. Margret Mary Alocoque who was the first person to have visions of Jesus and His Most Sacred Heart. As a first hand witness, St. Margaret Mary had a purpose in bringing theses messages to others as well as the truth, beauty and meaning behind them. Jesus' Sacred Heart has been revealed to other women, men, and religious as well as all of us and in it we can find purpose, fulfillment, meaning, healing, love, beauty, understanding, and ultimately the meaning of who we are and our lives.
https://youtu.be/K3ssih3Qht0
Monday, September 30, 2019
Fall Thoughts, God's Plans
I often think about the past, not so much as to relive in that time and place, but instead to gain perspective and appreciation. Reflecting upon the past year, season or whatever it is can bring nostalgia and memorable moments, as well as a sense of gratitude and vision that only looking back can give.
In my life right now, I feel and know that it is so, due to prayers and there is perspective that comes with it. Every time I see Mt. Diablo up ahead in the distance at my work, I can't help but think of New Years Day this year and going up there, always seeing this landmark from my old job and relating it back to Bl. Pier Giorgio Frassati and his love for hiking and feeling that the higher you go, the easier it is to hear God's voice. When I see this Mountain now, I recall all those things, as well as how this landmark can also symbolize as faith and trust in God.
Passing Starbucks on my way to work has its own memories as well. I think about my first time going to that one in May and how rejuvenating it was after a busy work week. I think about my time studying for the English CBEST section this summer and unsure of how my plans, ideas, and hopes would unfold. I now also associate it with visiting with a friend and refreshing conversations and quality time together:)
I can't help but reflect upon last Fall season and all that was stirring in my heart. It didn't feel like there was a lot going on in my schedule, but rather in my thoughts, spiritual life and heart. There were a lot of transitions happening at that time, but they were not easy at all. And it was very easy and tempting to miss the Fall prior and all its excitement, novelty and joy and to dislike the present. But there was a lot going on and a lot of good, but it was hard to see in the moment.
I can see it more clearly now. I had an open schedule and I was growing and changing in ways I hadn't expected. I had time to volunteer, time to go to Mass and pray and go to adoration, time to dread tutoring and the burn out I was feeling. I had time to meet up with a contact for coffee, time to make dinners that were inspiring, time to read, write and reflect, and time to go on long walks and runs. I had time to study Arabic and go to coffee shops, and be by myself. I had time to think about the future and see the transition from student to working woman. I had time to be with my dear sister and her baby inside her womb and pray at 40 days and go out to lunch with my mom. And I had time to thank God for all that He had done in my life that year, and see what He would do in the next.
Now a year later, so much has happened, and there have been quite a few transitions. I feel like I'm in a completely different place. I am even more grateful for all that has happened, and what I've learned this year since I am even more thankful and understanding to see God's hand and plans at work through it all. Happy start to Fall, cooler weather and more reminiscing; it's my favorite time of year!
In my life right now, I feel and know that it is so, due to prayers and there is perspective that comes with it. Every time I see Mt. Diablo up ahead in the distance at my work, I can't help but think of New Years Day this year and going up there, always seeing this landmark from my old job and relating it back to Bl. Pier Giorgio Frassati and his love for hiking and feeling that the higher you go, the easier it is to hear God's voice. When I see this Mountain now, I recall all those things, as well as how this landmark can also symbolize as faith and trust in God.
Passing Starbucks on my way to work has its own memories as well. I think about my first time going to that one in May and how rejuvenating it was after a busy work week. I think about my time studying for the English CBEST section this summer and unsure of how my plans, ideas, and hopes would unfold. I now also associate it with visiting with a friend and refreshing conversations and quality time together:)
I can't help but reflect upon last Fall season and all that was stirring in my heart. It didn't feel like there was a lot going on in my schedule, but rather in my thoughts, spiritual life and heart. There were a lot of transitions happening at that time, but they were not easy at all. And it was very easy and tempting to miss the Fall prior and all its excitement, novelty and joy and to dislike the present. But there was a lot going on and a lot of good, but it was hard to see in the moment.
I can see it more clearly now. I had an open schedule and I was growing and changing in ways I hadn't expected. I had time to volunteer, time to go to Mass and pray and go to adoration, time to dread tutoring and the burn out I was feeling. I had time to meet up with a contact for coffee, time to make dinners that were inspiring, time to read, write and reflect, and time to go on long walks and runs. I had time to study Arabic and go to coffee shops, and be by myself. I had time to think about the future and see the transition from student to working woman. I had time to be with my dear sister and her baby inside her womb and pray at 40 days and go out to lunch with my mom. And I had time to thank God for all that He had done in my life that year, and see what He would do in the next.
Now a year later, so much has happened, and there have been quite a few transitions. I feel like I'm in a completely different place. I am even more grateful for all that has happened, and what I've learned this year since I am even more thankful and understanding to see God's hand and plans at work through it all. Happy start to Fall, cooler weather and more reminiscing; it's my favorite time of year!
Thursday, August 15, 2019
A Blog, A Woman, and Another
Today marks the feast of the Assumption of Mary. The obligation is Mass, and I want to obligate myself to honor her and this special feast by praying the Rosary, reflecting upon her life and graces, submit my prayers and intentions to her and for her to lead me closer to Jesus. And I'm wearing some blue today in memory of her.
I also felt obligated to reflect upon these 3 years of having this blog space. I created it in hopes for it to be a blog that would last (as I had many blogs before this one, some lasted long, others were passing ideas and became a void in the blogosphere). I mainly started it to help myself as I was seeking and searching for a way to stay uplifted, inspired, innovative and creative. It was and has been a great outlet for me, a space and opportunity to not just create but also share. A place to share my thoughts, feelings, experiences and faith.
Mary has been a source of inspiration, and I believe that just like God, we need to seek her before she can fully come to us. We need to get to know her as she doesn't always reveal herself to us the way we expect. From the books I have read about her and the eye opening film, Mary of Nazareth, I have learned more about who she is, and can visualize more her virtues, character, life, struggles, sufferings, doubts, and joys. She has helped me become more trusting and open to God's will and plan. She is a great and powerful example for us all.
What captivated me about this movie Mary of Nazareth, is that the term 'woman' is a sign of respect and honor. Jesus responds by his mother Mary 'woman' when asked to help save the wedding feast and then creating his first miracle of turning water into wine. It can easily be seen nowadays in our current times to view the term 'woman' when speaking as derogatory, disrespectful or even male chauvinistic.
Another scene in which Jesus uses woman is when he heals, saves and frees Mary Magdalene from people stoning her because of her sinful acts. They condone her but before they take any action Jesus comes in time to question the situation. As we know from scripture and seen from the movie, Jesus forgives her sins and restores her to a new life. He calls her woman, asking where the others have gone since they have not stoned or condemned her no longer. She is frightened, and uncomfortable, and it made me think of the effects of sin, and the outcome of shame, remorse, and guilt. The film did a good job showing the transformation from her face looking dark and the effects of a wandering soul, to one that is healed, restored and full of Jesus' light. We as people, but it got me thinking especially as women, are special in God's eyes and have a purpose for humanity. I imagine Jesus calling me Woman, not in a demeaning way but in a purposeful, uplifting and beautiful way that leads to His plan. I am His creation and He will guide me to where He wants me to create.
God has inspired me to start this blog out of my own longing, needs and ideas. I'm so glad I've kept it and made it my own. He continues to have a purpose and I hope and pray that I can honor it and hold it up. Happy Birthday Blog!
I also felt obligated to reflect upon these 3 years of having this blog space. I created it in hopes for it to be a blog that would last (as I had many blogs before this one, some lasted long, others were passing ideas and became a void in the blogosphere). I mainly started it to help myself as I was seeking and searching for a way to stay uplifted, inspired, innovative and creative. It was and has been a great outlet for me, a space and opportunity to not just create but also share. A place to share my thoughts, feelings, experiences and faith.
Mary has been a source of inspiration, and I believe that just like God, we need to seek her before she can fully come to us. We need to get to know her as she doesn't always reveal herself to us the way we expect. From the books I have read about her and the eye opening film, Mary of Nazareth, I have learned more about who she is, and can visualize more her virtues, character, life, struggles, sufferings, doubts, and joys. She has helped me become more trusting and open to God's will and plan. She is a great and powerful example for us all.
What captivated me about this movie Mary of Nazareth, is that the term 'woman' is a sign of respect and honor. Jesus responds by his mother Mary 'woman' when asked to help save the wedding feast and then creating his first miracle of turning water into wine. It can easily be seen nowadays in our current times to view the term 'woman' when speaking as derogatory, disrespectful or even male chauvinistic.
Another scene in which Jesus uses woman is when he heals, saves and frees Mary Magdalene from people stoning her because of her sinful acts. They condone her but before they take any action Jesus comes in time to question the situation. As we know from scripture and seen from the movie, Jesus forgives her sins and restores her to a new life. He calls her woman, asking where the others have gone since they have not stoned or condemned her no longer. She is frightened, and uncomfortable, and it made me think of the effects of sin, and the outcome of shame, remorse, and guilt. The film did a good job showing the transformation from her face looking dark and the effects of a wandering soul, to one that is healed, restored and full of Jesus' light. We as people, but it got me thinking especially as women, are special in God's eyes and have a purpose for humanity. I imagine Jesus calling me Woman, not in a demeaning way but in a purposeful, uplifting and beautiful way that leads to His plan. I am His creation and He will guide me to where He wants me to create.
God has inspired me to start this blog out of my own longing, needs and ideas. I'm so glad I've kept it and made it my own. He continues to have a purpose and I hope and pray that I can honor it and hold it up. Happy Birthday Blog!
Sunday, July 14, 2019
Hope Does Not Disappoint
Hope, it's what I've been thinking about lately, and how to incorporate it into my mind, heart, and my everyday. Hope is something that is intangible but so important since feeling hopeless is a heavy weight to bare. There are have been somethings that have helped me to enhance a brighter hope, and a confident one since a hope that is just wishful thinking isn't solid enough nor is it rooted in faith.
Upon exiting church after mass before I would head off to work (and really feeling I needed a lot of help and strength from Our Lady), I would pray the Memorare in front of the serene and peaceful image of Our Lady of Guadalupe at the back of the church. For the past few years at the end of that prayer, I always say in prayer, 'Our Lady of peace, hope and confidence, pray for us.' It just came to me 5 years ago when I went to daily mass more frequently and took it more seriously. I have continued saying that prayer ever since and believe it has worked and helped increase in my peace, hope and confidence.
These magnolia trees have been so beautiful, especially during this summer time. I always enjoy looking at them during my walks and runs in the still and warm but pleasant summer evenings. I am currently rereading the book, The Magnolia Story by Joanna and Chip Gaines. I stumbled upon this book a few years ago, and was inspired to read it again partly due to my niece loving them and their story to pieces. My niece left a few days ago from her trip here to California, and it was a pleasure to send time with her. Her exuberant energy, cheerfulness and spark for homemade crafts like baking and gardening and being in the company of those she loves was a joy.
At her age, I did not have the same energy she does and I hadn't even been on a plane. She is the same age I was when my oldest sister (her mom) got married. With my niece around and me being 'the big sister', tour guide and friend, it gave me a new perspective, a different one and a brighter one than I've had in a while. Her presence gave me a sense of hope in dealing with and processing the many things that I've experienced these past few months. And it was nice to witness a young girl's mind, and how she views the world and all its possibilities, opportunities, and adventures.
I've learned a little lesson while shopping today. In that, I really only wanted to buy what I found to be useful and have the gift of versatility. It's easy to purchase more than you need because its right in front of you, it's tempting and appealing and you're in the shopping mode for another whimsical excuse. The numerous array of shoppers could be a bit annoying, claustrophobic and even a little stuffy. But I was another one of them adding to the stuffiness and the heat of browsing around while getting drowsy, so I couldn't blame anyone else. I bought three items and without even noticing I dropped one of my own belongings, a sweater of mine that I happened to like (shown above). And I saw it as a way of letting go and becoming detached in a way, but if I don't find it in lost and found then I'll see it as a sign. Plus, I have three more pieces of clothing that I've added to my wardrobe for a positive reminder. :)
Life is full of surprises sometimes and little twists that can lead into inspiring turns. What gave me a sense of hope, inspiration and a deep connection was reading the creative and kindred spirit letters from my sister's old friend. Her friend and I didn't know each other too well, but the memories and descriptions I have of her are enough. And having those letters from their exchanges from a few years back helped me, and gave me hope due to the connection, and understanding of her. This was especially true when I was going through difficult moments in my job and knowing that she also had her fair share of hard and lonely moments in one of hers. I wear the bracelet that she made, and love the meaning behind it and its originality. It's comforting to know of people who are similar to you, and something you can connect with.
Since my birthday, this quote has been more and more relevant, beautiful, meaningful and full of hope for me from Jeremiah. "For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future." (Jeremiah 29:11). My sister has this verse displayed on a table to remind her to continue writing out inspiring verses to memorize and I find it encouraging that this one has gotten the limelight. My other sister gave me a daily prayer verse and on the cover is this bible verse. I'm going to keep on living and trusting on it, and be inspired, encouraged and filled with hope from His holy light.
Upon exiting church after mass before I would head off to work (and really feeling I needed a lot of help and strength from Our Lady), I would pray the Memorare in front of the serene and peaceful image of Our Lady of Guadalupe at the back of the church. For the past few years at the end of that prayer, I always say in prayer, 'Our Lady of peace, hope and confidence, pray for us.' It just came to me 5 years ago when I went to daily mass more frequently and took it more seriously. I have continued saying that prayer ever since and believe it has worked and helped increase in my peace, hope and confidence.
These magnolia trees have been so beautiful, especially during this summer time. I always enjoy looking at them during my walks and runs in the still and warm but pleasant summer evenings. I am currently rereading the book, The Magnolia Story by Joanna and Chip Gaines. I stumbled upon this book a few years ago, and was inspired to read it again partly due to my niece loving them and their story to pieces. My niece left a few days ago from her trip here to California, and it was a pleasure to send time with her. Her exuberant energy, cheerfulness and spark for homemade crafts like baking and gardening and being in the company of those she loves was a joy.
At her age, I did not have the same energy she does and I hadn't even been on a plane. She is the same age I was when my oldest sister (her mom) got married. With my niece around and me being 'the big sister', tour guide and friend, it gave me a new perspective, a different one and a brighter one than I've had in a while. Her presence gave me a sense of hope in dealing with and processing the many things that I've experienced these past few months. And it was nice to witness a young girl's mind, and how she views the world and all its possibilities, opportunities, and adventures.
I've learned a little lesson while shopping today. In that, I really only wanted to buy what I found to be useful and have the gift of versatility. It's easy to purchase more than you need because its right in front of you, it's tempting and appealing and you're in the shopping mode for another whimsical excuse. The numerous array of shoppers could be a bit annoying, claustrophobic and even a little stuffy. But I was another one of them adding to the stuffiness and the heat of browsing around while getting drowsy, so I couldn't blame anyone else. I bought three items and without even noticing I dropped one of my own belongings, a sweater of mine that I happened to like (shown above). And I saw it as a way of letting go and becoming detached in a way, but if I don't find it in lost and found then I'll see it as a sign. Plus, I have three more pieces of clothing that I've added to my wardrobe for a positive reminder. :)
Life is full of surprises sometimes and little twists that can lead into inspiring turns. What gave me a sense of hope, inspiration and a deep connection was reading the creative and kindred spirit letters from my sister's old friend. Her friend and I didn't know each other too well, but the memories and descriptions I have of her are enough. And having those letters from their exchanges from a few years back helped me, and gave me hope due to the connection, and understanding of her. This was especially true when I was going through difficult moments in my job and knowing that she also had her fair share of hard and lonely moments in one of hers. I wear the bracelet that she made, and love the meaning behind it and its originality. It's comforting to know of people who are similar to you, and something you can connect with.
Since my birthday, this quote has been more and more relevant, beautiful, meaningful and full of hope for me from Jeremiah. "For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future." (Jeremiah 29:11). My sister has this verse displayed on a table to remind her to continue writing out inspiring verses to memorize and I find it encouraging that this one has gotten the limelight. My other sister gave me a daily prayer verse and on the cover is this bible verse. I'm going to keep on living and trusting on it, and be inspired, encouraged and filled with hope from His holy light.
Friday, July 12, 2019
Empowered By Wounds
I have known this quote by Eleanor Roosevelt for a while in its abbreviated form, "You must do the thing you think you cannot do." I have it on my bedroom wall, and I discussed it with some students of mine at one of my former jobs. It was relevant to me 2 years ago when I graduated from College as those were difficult and trying years, and it felt so rewarding to be able to relate with her quote, "You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself; I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along... You must do the thing you think you cannot do."
June 10th, 2017 was the day I graduated from my University and June 10th, 2019 was the day I proved enough courage, conviction and honesty. I was most afraid of leaving my job because it was scary to come to terms with what I actually thought and my true feelings. It was nerve wracking to articulate what I felt and believed and others know about it. It was scary because it wasn't part of the plan, my plan that I had for myself. I thought and dreamed that I would stay here for a year or more to gain enough experience and exposure and enjoy it and love it. Boy was I wrong. It was nothing close to how I imagined it to be. God threw another curve ball my way, and it was up to me to have the courage to face the reality and be okay and at peace about it. He was leading me in another direction that I hadn't anticipated or expected. I resonated with Eleanor Roosevelt's famous quote again, but in a new way I hadn't experienced before.
Throughout the few months I was at this job, I was able and lucky enough to go to daily mass before work. That was a huge blessing for me because I was battling so much when I entered those doors to my job and when I entered and they closed loudly behind me, I felt locked in for the day and needing all the help from God, Mary, the saints and my guardian angel. I would look at the cross, Jesus crucified while at Mass and feel I could connect in some ways to his sufferings and passion. My heart felt heavy in many moments before, while and even after work and many times from different people by feeling judged, persecuted and treated poorly for whatever reason. It made my heart ache. I only wanted and tried to unite this to Jesus and his pierced and sacred heart.
I would often think of how I could be of service through my hands, feet and spirit. My hands and feet were in constant motion from wiping tables, handing out snack, changing diapers, playing soccer and basketball with the children, coloring and drawing for them, and rubbing their foreheads and backs in order for them to rest, relax and fall asleep. Some of these tasks made me reflect upon and even miss what my former schedule looked like. Wiping and cleaning tables reminded me of volunteering for senior citizens and serving them their lunches and cleaning up tables. Driving to work made me reflect on and miss my days as an ESL tutor because of the similar route to work, but also because of how fulfilled, useful, and happy I was and what a contrast it was for me.
I was very grateful to have spent quality time with my dear niece this past week while visiting us. I would have been working and tired and mostly unavailable but because I left my job when I did, I was able to enjoy this special time with her. My sister got sick for a few days last week and going through her own sufferings, and unknowns and I was able to attend to her needs. While massaging her hands and feet to help her relax, I couldn't help but realize that I was also attending to Jesus and his wounds in his hands and feet, and it brought me to tears.
This time of figuring out the next step, the road to take whether it be to stay on the one I'm already on or take the fork in the road has been interesting. I've also had to deal with my fair share of unknowns as well as healing from a painful and roller coaster experience. I've looked to what my heart, mind and intuition have been telling me as well as my real interest and passion. I am feeling a lot more at peace, excited and reassured for the next step and just trusting that God and the Holy Spirit will continue to guide and lead me on the way to where I'm meant to be.
June 10th, 2017 was the day I graduated from my University and June 10th, 2019 was the day I proved enough courage, conviction and honesty. I was most afraid of leaving my job because it was scary to come to terms with what I actually thought and my true feelings. It was nerve wracking to articulate what I felt and believed and others know about it. It was scary because it wasn't part of the plan, my plan that I had for myself. I thought and dreamed that I would stay here for a year or more to gain enough experience and exposure and enjoy it and love it. Boy was I wrong. It was nothing close to how I imagined it to be. God threw another curve ball my way, and it was up to me to have the courage to face the reality and be okay and at peace about it. He was leading me in another direction that I hadn't anticipated or expected. I resonated with Eleanor Roosevelt's famous quote again, but in a new way I hadn't experienced before.
Throughout the few months I was at this job, I was able and lucky enough to go to daily mass before work. That was a huge blessing for me because I was battling so much when I entered those doors to my job and when I entered and they closed loudly behind me, I felt locked in for the day and needing all the help from God, Mary, the saints and my guardian angel. I would look at the cross, Jesus crucified while at Mass and feel I could connect in some ways to his sufferings and passion. My heart felt heavy in many moments before, while and even after work and many times from different people by feeling judged, persecuted and treated poorly for whatever reason. It made my heart ache. I only wanted and tried to unite this to Jesus and his pierced and sacred heart.
I would often think of how I could be of service through my hands, feet and spirit. My hands and feet were in constant motion from wiping tables, handing out snack, changing diapers, playing soccer and basketball with the children, coloring and drawing for them, and rubbing their foreheads and backs in order for them to rest, relax and fall asleep. Some of these tasks made me reflect upon and even miss what my former schedule looked like. Wiping and cleaning tables reminded me of volunteering for senior citizens and serving them their lunches and cleaning up tables. Driving to work made me reflect on and miss my days as an ESL tutor because of the similar route to work, but also because of how fulfilled, useful, and happy I was and what a contrast it was for me.
I was very grateful to have spent quality time with my dear niece this past week while visiting us. I would have been working and tired and mostly unavailable but because I left my job when I did, I was able to enjoy this special time with her. My sister got sick for a few days last week and going through her own sufferings, and unknowns and I was able to attend to her needs. While massaging her hands and feet to help her relax, I couldn't help but realize that I was also attending to Jesus and his wounds in his hands and feet, and it brought me to tears.
This time of figuring out the next step, the road to take whether it be to stay on the one I'm already on or take the fork in the road has been interesting. I've also had to deal with my fair share of unknowns as well as healing from a painful and roller coaster experience. I've looked to what my heart, mind and intuition have been telling me as well as my real interest and passion. I am feeling a lot more at peace, excited and reassured for the next step and just trusting that God and the Holy Spirit will continue to guide and lead me on the way to where I'm meant to be.
Saturday, June 1, 2019
Smelling Roses
Roses, white flowers are what I've been seeing lately. Every morning when I wake up I see the white and yellow roses from my bedroom from the rose garden outside. On my runs and walks I see many white roses and my favorite kind of trees with white flowers. They look tropical looking and I've begun to see them in different places. They especially remind me of last summer while I was a student and passing by them was always so lovely in the summer heat.
I recently bought fake flowers and though I love roses, I wanted something a little different so I got white lilies and I love them too! Some of my favorite saints hold them as they resemble purity and innocence. They saints include St. Joseph, St. Maria Goretti, St. Anthony of Padua with the Child Jesus, and St. Agnes to name a few.
While I was working at one of my former jobs, passing by the white roses in the bushes before entering work always helped me think of Our Lady and the Rosary and just feeling uplifted. At another job I also would look to the pretty white roses in bushes when passing by car and think of how I got through days at the past work place. This past May I was so bad at praying the Rosary, but I want to make more time and be more intentional about it. While praying it we can think they we are giving Mary roses and other kinds of beautiful flowers. I've heard accounts of people who have smelt the aroma of roses while praying the Rosary and knowing that she is close by.
Roses are significant to me too as the month of June is the rose flower and its my birthday month. My lunch bag happens to be of roses and I'm reminded of Our Lady. Jesus was pierced with the crown of thorns in his head before being crucified and I feel that we have to endure a crown of thorns before we can appreciate a bed of roses.
I plan to create roses or other types of flowers from tissue paper and it seems like an interesting and creative activity. This past week I finished painting upon my last shirt that I designed. On all three of them I have drawn flowers and roses and specifically this one since I formed it around Our Lady of Guadalupe and the image of the tilma strewn so many beautiful roses when Juan Diego opened it. Mary walks with us on our journey of faith and helps us draw closer to Jesus, not taking away from it. Every morning I say a prayer to Our Lady of Confidence and want to grow in devotion o her. Mother Mary, help me to love and trust you more, be with me always!
I recently bought fake flowers and though I love roses, I wanted something a little different so I got white lilies and I love them too! Some of my favorite saints hold them as they resemble purity and innocence. They saints include St. Joseph, St. Maria Goretti, St. Anthony of Padua with the Child Jesus, and St. Agnes to name a few.
While I was working at one of my former jobs, passing by the white roses in the bushes before entering work always helped me think of Our Lady and the Rosary and just feeling uplifted. At another job I also would look to the pretty white roses in bushes when passing by car and think of how I got through days at the past work place. This past May I was so bad at praying the Rosary, but I want to make more time and be more intentional about it. While praying it we can think they we are giving Mary roses and other kinds of beautiful flowers. I've heard accounts of people who have smelt the aroma of roses while praying the Rosary and knowing that she is close by.
Roses are significant to me too as the month of June is the rose flower and its my birthday month. My lunch bag happens to be of roses and I'm reminded of Our Lady. Jesus was pierced with the crown of thorns in his head before being crucified and I feel that we have to endure a crown of thorns before we can appreciate a bed of roses.
Sunday, May 19, 2019
A Creative Mess
My room is a mess to say the least. It has books strewed in a corner, piled and stacked like dominoes about to tumble, spill and fill up space, minds and inspiration. I have yet to work with and handle tissue paper and wrap and structure it like a rose. I bought fake flowers today- lilies and red and blue daisies or something of the sort to fill my decorated Quaker oats vase with pretty flowers that are always fresh. The other night, my dresser almost fell all the way over because of too many shelves open and an unbalanced weight which caused practically everything that had been on my dresser that was dusty, random and waiting for my use fell over. All of my recent Arabic flashcards paraded the floor and I couldn't help think of the symbolism.
These past few weeks have been interesting. It's been an emotional ride, and a heavy weight to lift with a limited amount of inspiration to throw in the mix. My studies of Arabic have been put on hold or decreased with a less intense passion than before which is okay because it's a sign of maturity, growing and room for the next endeavor. I feel like my heavy dresser with many things piled on top that have to wait which include hobbies, goals, future interests and starting and continuing with creative projects. The way the Arabic cards splashed on my not so recently vacuumed carpet depicted how my heart felt, I guess my internal being just knew or felt called to let go of Arabic in a way I never knew before. It has been such a connecting force in my life for 3 years and have shaped the way I think, and other revolving interests and even helped cure my loneliness and dark moments in the past. But something is changing and perhaps a new chapter, a new outlook and a new language and other things to embrace on the side are developing.
This weekend has been wet and rainy and perfect for coffee shops, indoor activities and rain walks. Yesterday on my walk/run, I realized how much I needed to get out and get some fresh air and exercise after a busy and tiring week. Light purple roses caught my attention, and the beauty of a Saturday morning couldn't have felt more relaxed. How much I felt in my element, inspired and in tune with myself. My long hair would soon be cut and these past 6 months since it has grown out will no longer be with me. And 6 months ago my dear nephew was born and life has been going quickly. Santiago's little personality is shining through more and more and his interests in new things excites him and his optimistic personality and smile is a gift to the world, and to me. I can't wait to see and hold him again.
This week I want and I will try to say yes to more prayer time, more time to allow for creativity and inspiration to reign, relaxation, laughter, language learning and other things that I can't think of now but will come later.
These past few weeks have been interesting. It's been an emotional ride, and a heavy weight to lift with a limited amount of inspiration to throw in the mix. My studies of Arabic have been put on hold or decreased with a less intense passion than before which is okay because it's a sign of maturity, growing and room for the next endeavor. I feel like my heavy dresser with many things piled on top that have to wait which include hobbies, goals, future interests and starting and continuing with creative projects. The way the Arabic cards splashed on my not so recently vacuumed carpet depicted how my heart felt, I guess my internal being just knew or felt called to let go of Arabic in a way I never knew before. It has been such a connecting force in my life for 3 years and have shaped the way I think, and other revolving interests and even helped cure my loneliness and dark moments in the past. But something is changing and perhaps a new chapter, a new outlook and a new language and other things to embrace on the side are developing.
This weekend has been wet and rainy and perfect for coffee shops, indoor activities and rain walks. Yesterday on my walk/run, I realized how much I needed to get out and get some fresh air and exercise after a busy and tiring week. Light purple roses caught my attention, and the beauty of a Saturday morning couldn't have felt more relaxed. How much I felt in my element, inspired and in tune with myself. My long hair would soon be cut and these past 6 months since it has grown out will no longer be with me. And 6 months ago my dear nephew was born and life has been going quickly. Santiago's little personality is shining through more and more and his interests in new things excites him and his optimistic personality and smile is a gift to the world, and to me. I can't wait to see and hold him again.
This week I want and I will try to say yes to more prayer time, more time to allow for creativity and inspiration to reign, relaxation, laughter, language learning and other things that I can't think of now but will come later.
Monday, April 22, 2019
To the Cross, To Joy
"Love comes in the shape of a cross." This was a reflection from last week and it came on a hard day that made me realize suffering is a gift and that there's a deeper meaning behind it. Holy week felt like its own purification for me and honestly, I missed when I could really prepare for Ester more and have more time for prayer and reflection but God was showing me something different this time and instead of just reflecting on his cross, to give me my own which felt hard, heavy and very unlikely for me continue carrying it alone without his grace.
The Gospel from last Wednesday was about betrayal and how Judas bought the price of his betrayal for an equivalent of $500. Not only is this heartbreaking to hear as we relive the story leading up to Jesus' crucifixion and death, but also how much it can play in our own lives. We are all sinners and like Peter, have denied Christ through our actions, selfishness and sin. The priest on Wednesday said that we need to pray for those souls who are needing God's mercy because Jesus wold have forgiven Judas if Judas was open to his divine healing and merciful heart.
That Wednesday was an internally hard day where I felt I was caving in in my thoughts and many things were frustrating and challenging for me. I tried to pray when there were slow periods throughout the day and remembered part of the Divine Mercy Chaplet. It felt like I was going in circles or getting lost at the what part I was on but maybe it could be of use. As I was driving back to work from my lunch break, I heard the speaker on Catholic Radio say, 'you don't know how you are helping souls when praying the Divine Mercy Chaplet, you are saving souls.' This convicted me and gave me more encouragement to not loose sight of those in need through my prayer, even if it was distracted.
Now that we are in the Easter season, I want to take heart in the joy, goodness and beauty of this special time in the Church. Yesterday was such a joyous day not only because of Easter but also because my dear nephew was baptized. The weather was beautiful, the gathering with family was special and precious and the Mass celebration was done by my favorite priest in his native tongue. The church was St. Mary's and it's become more familiar to me throughout the summer and fall when my dear sister was pregnant with her baby boy. So many changes were happening inside of her and a lot of things were changing internally for me in a maturity and spiritual kind of way. The days were long, slow and hot and my sister was waiting and waiting for her son to be born and I was waiting and waiting for the next chapter in my life to begin- work, and steady schedule and income.
Yesterday, some of those memories came back to me and I thank God for all that happened, though it was hard and thrust with suffering moments. But the suffering is still there at times but just in a different way. Easter is about the celebration, joy and trust in salvation, in new life and Jesus' conquer over death. My nephew was born into the Church yesterday and cleansed of sin. Jesus rose from the dead and may we all rejoice in this Paschal mystery, mindful of Jesus' promise, love and mercy.
The Gospel from last Wednesday was about betrayal and how Judas bought the price of his betrayal for an equivalent of $500. Not only is this heartbreaking to hear as we relive the story leading up to Jesus' crucifixion and death, but also how much it can play in our own lives. We are all sinners and like Peter, have denied Christ through our actions, selfishness and sin. The priest on Wednesday said that we need to pray for those souls who are needing God's mercy because Jesus wold have forgiven Judas if Judas was open to his divine healing and merciful heart.
That Wednesday was an internally hard day where I felt I was caving in in my thoughts and many things were frustrating and challenging for me. I tried to pray when there were slow periods throughout the day and remembered part of the Divine Mercy Chaplet. It felt like I was going in circles or getting lost at the what part I was on but maybe it could be of use. As I was driving back to work from my lunch break, I heard the speaker on Catholic Radio say, 'you don't know how you are helping souls when praying the Divine Mercy Chaplet, you are saving souls.' This convicted me and gave me more encouragement to not loose sight of those in need through my prayer, even if it was distracted.
Now that we are in the Easter season, I want to take heart in the joy, goodness and beauty of this special time in the Church. Yesterday was such a joyous day not only because of Easter but also because my dear nephew was baptized. The weather was beautiful, the gathering with family was special and precious and the Mass celebration was done by my favorite priest in his native tongue. The church was St. Mary's and it's become more familiar to me throughout the summer and fall when my dear sister was pregnant with her baby boy. So many changes were happening inside of her and a lot of things were changing internally for me in a maturity and spiritual kind of way. The days were long, slow and hot and my sister was waiting and waiting for her son to be born and I was waiting and waiting for the next chapter in my life to begin- work, and steady schedule and income.
Yesterday, some of those memories came back to me and I thank God for all that happened, though it was hard and thrust with suffering moments. But the suffering is still there at times but just in a different way. Easter is about the celebration, joy and trust in salvation, in new life and Jesus' conquer over death. My nephew was born into the Church yesterday and cleansed of sin. Jesus rose from the dead and may we all rejoice in this Paschal mystery, mindful of Jesus' promise, love and mercy.
Sunday, April 14, 2019
Holding on to Palms
It's Palm Sunday, the start to Holy Week and its hard to believe as this Lenten season has gone by pretty quickly. Today we received palms as a symbol of the celebration of Jesus coming into Jerusalem and proclaiming that He is the Messiah. The week has a quick turn of events as we know with the Last Supper and capturing of Jesus on Holy Thursday, Jesus' carrying of the cross, crucifixion and death on Good Friday, mourning on Holy Saturday and the Resurrection on Easter.
The priest reflection at Mass today highlighted the point of the palm and the crucifix go hand and hand and can nicely fit with one another. I have put my palm branch through the cross with Jesus on it as it sets a remembrance of Jesus' victory and triumph over death. Yesterday, while praying at 40 days for the vigil, I had always noticed the big palm tree hanging over the side walk and it has brought a good amount of shade in the heat. But I realized the symbolism with it with today being Palm Sunday and yesterday being the last day of prayer for 40 days during this Lenten season. Jesus journeyed into Jerusalem with all praising him and the devout pro-lifers have been on this journey throughout Lent praying to end abortion, convert hearts and minds and have Planned Parenthood close down. Jesus had palms overhanging and waving over him while riding on his donkey, and we too have the palms hanging over us and giving us the symbol of life and victory over the culture of death.
I couldn't help but think of our own journeys in life, and not forgetting that God is with us every step of the way. I had really good quality time with my dear sister yesterday and God met us in a pizza parlor talking about things that are particularly difficult and challenging in our lives at the moment. A little over a year ago, I felt so unfamiliar with my sister and her husband's new place and had missed their old apartment and scenery, and the newness and unfamiliarity was uncomfortable not to mention all the other changes and uncertainties I was facing at that time. But wherever my sister is, that is home and I know that God is right there with us too, embracing us, encouraging us, and guiding us on our walk of faith and journey of life.
As I was driving home, the road was clear and dark and I could only imagine that God is walking ahead leading the way. I was listening to a Catholic Radio program and it was exactly what I needed to hear. I felt encouraged and enlightened listening to the words of God has a plan for our lives and has reasons for our suffering in that something good will always come of it and we have to trust Him through it. He will never abandon us and loves us deeply. This has encouraged more to walk with Jesus even more closely, especially during this time of Holy Week. To walk with Him in suffering, uncertainty, joys and worries and to know that he has conquered the world. Happy Holy Week, and may we be brought closer to Him.
The priest reflection at Mass today highlighted the point of the palm and the crucifix go hand and hand and can nicely fit with one another. I have put my palm branch through the cross with Jesus on it as it sets a remembrance of Jesus' victory and triumph over death. Yesterday, while praying at 40 days for the vigil, I had always noticed the big palm tree hanging over the side walk and it has brought a good amount of shade in the heat. But I realized the symbolism with it with today being Palm Sunday and yesterday being the last day of prayer for 40 days during this Lenten season. Jesus journeyed into Jerusalem with all praising him and the devout pro-lifers have been on this journey throughout Lent praying to end abortion, convert hearts and minds and have Planned Parenthood close down. Jesus had palms overhanging and waving over him while riding on his donkey, and we too have the palms hanging over us and giving us the symbol of life and victory over the culture of death.
I couldn't help but think of our own journeys in life, and not forgetting that God is with us every step of the way. I had really good quality time with my dear sister yesterday and God met us in a pizza parlor talking about things that are particularly difficult and challenging in our lives at the moment. A little over a year ago, I felt so unfamiliar with my sister and her husband's new place and had missed their old apartment and scenery, and the newness and unfamiliarity was uncomfortable not to mention all the other changes and uncertainties I was facing at that time. But wherever my sister is, that is home and I know that God is right there with us too, embracing us, encouraging us, and guiding us on our walk of faith and journey of life.
As I was driving home, the road was clear and dark and I could only imagine that God is walking ahead leading the way. I was listening to a Catholic Radio program and it was exactly what I needed to hear. I felt encouraged and enlightened listening to the words of God has a plan for our lives and has reasons for our suffering in that something good will always come of it and we have to trust Him through it. He will never abandon us and loves us deeply. This has encouraged more to walk with Jesus even more closely, especially during this time of Holy Week. To walk with Him in suffering, uncertainty, joys and worries and to know that he has conquered the world. Happy Holy Week, and may we be brought closer to Him.
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