Friday, May 31, 2019

Gifts May 31

Even though six decades have passed for me, life has a way of teaching us lessons.  I am being reminded that not all storms come from the sky...

I am praying for two very personal intentions.  One is not mine to tell, the other I'm waiting for God to answer my pleas.  I'm waiting for the storm to pass, no pun intended since my state is in the aftermath of severe flooding.   

Jesus! I trust in Thee.   Saint Anthony, pray for us.  St. Jude, pray for us.  Holy Blessed Mother Mary, pray for us.  

I'm asking God to keep safe all those in harm's way by rising creeks, rivers and weak levees and those already displaced from their homes.

Gifts continued~

:: the rain has stopped for now - hallelujah!  

:: blue sky

:: prayer in the midst of worry

:: Divine Mercy devotion

:: a week and couple days in on new eating habits (that all I'll say about that!)

:: a friend who is helping me set up some new office equipment (she's savvy, I'm not)

:: my women's schola

:: Ascension Mass and our dear Father R. 

:: good outcome for surgery of my SIL on Thursday. 

:: our intentions to get families together for regular taco nights very soon! 

:: secure and dry home- thanks be to God. 

"I am strong, I am brave, I am who I'm meant to be. This is me."
(The Greatest Showman)

Until next time, Peace and grace ~

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

May 21

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.  Galatians 6:9

Prayers for a special intention.  In Your time, Lord.  I will wait...…

Prayers ~ until next time,

Monday, May 20, 2019

May 20

Happiness is...…….

Remember-- in your younger days, those days of diapers and crawling and feedings and no sleep and worry that you were doing this parenting thing right?  You wondered if you would ever get enough sleep, because even when you had the chance, you worried.

Then, one day - almost 40 years later, your firstborn calls you just to talk.  Because he is driving for an hour and can talk uninterrupted.  Because between work and family, his time is limited and he wanted to catch up with his Mama.  He wanted to give voice to the thoughts of his heart.  

And you try to solve the world's problems in that hour long talk.  But that's going to take a lot longer time than an hour.  And, even through the telephone, you can hear the passion, courage and strength of a man trying to live out his faith in a faithless world.  

Your heart breaks just a little bit because he is now where you once were.  Maybe where I still am, only my perspective is from a different angle.  

I wish I could go back to that 20 year old first-time Mama and tell her to breathe and slow down and trust and know in her heart that it's all gonna be ok.  Because it is.  It may not always look like it, but God's Hand is in it all.  

I'll take that hour long phone call any time-- hearing the fears and hopes and dreams and prayers of my firstborn for his own sons, daughter and unborn child.  It's life coming full circle, and I'm blessed to have it.  

Until next time, 

Friday, May 17, 2019

Gratitude list

A Thousand Gifts continues.

** turning on the A/C 

** getting my fridge back into the kitchen

** a working ice maker and water from the fridge (since it's back where it belongs)
Long story short- it worked having fridge in the other room, until it didn't.

** a good start at getting sunroom in shape  (sans the fridge)

** Az wanting to go to the movies with me (even though he's already seen it)

** Tommy putting down 'Snake Away' around the front door (hopeful? or false sense of security?)

** clean, running water (for drinking, cooking, washing clothes and dishes, showers).  I don't always remember that not everyone has this luxury.  

** new inhaler

** getting to visit daughter and being at a First Communion in Texas a couple of weeks ago

** friend who drove me to Texas

** Az wanting to go with us, and his having a blast with the kids!

** sleep when you can get it (while dealing with severe respiratory issues)

** a good book - 'The Broken Way'.  I have a confession to make here.  I tried reading this book when I first got it a year or so ago.  It wasn't the time, I guess.  Or I wasn't receptive to it. I found it difficult and annoying that every other word was 'brokenness'!  I'm finding it a little easier to read, and if it gets too repetitive, I just scan down to the next paragraph.  There are a lot of worthwhile thoughts here, I just have to not get discouraged.  Wow, that's not a very good book review...…

** family.  Always family. ❤

Until next time, kellie 

Saturday, April 20, 2019

No Ordinary Week

No ordinary week.  Holy Week, 2019
Today is Good Friday, 2019.  

(Crucifix above the main altar at St. Mary's Catholic Church, Hood River, Oregon.)  
{photo credit, M J M}

Monday afternoon, news that the magnificent Notre Dame in Paris, France was in flames. 

Tuesday morning my sister's husband passed from this life after a three year battle with cancer. God bless him.  Here he is pictured with his three precious grandchildren, and my sister Jeannie.  May his soul and all the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.

Our youngest sister didn't come to the luncheon after the Memorial service, but here pictured is 5 of the 6 siblings of my family.  Also missing is our oldest sister Frances, who passed from this life in November 2016.

My parish church's altar on the most solemn day of the Liturgical year after Good Friday service.

                      Weeping may endure for a night,                   But joy comes in the morning” (Psalm 30:5b).

It is a holy week I won't soon forget.  Please keep my sister's family in your prayers.  Thank you.

Easter blessings ~

Saturday, April 13, 2019

April 13, 2019

The Eighth Station of the Cross ~ Jesus meets the women of Jerusalem.

Walking the Via Dolorosa, Jesus passed a small band of women and children in the street.  They cried and bewailed His plight.  "Weep not for Me, but for yourselves and for your children."  Jesus told them.

Of all the players in the tragedy that played through that day in the streets of Jerusalem, I feel these women are the ones I can most relate to.  Had I lived in that day, I feel I could have been in their midst.  Regular citizens of the city, wives and mothers gathering to weep at the sad sight as Jesus passed by.  Some may have seen Him in their streets before, thinking He was a kind soul Who had done no wrong, but had only done good along His way.  We know nothing of who they were, just that they wept at seeing Him with His Cross.

I think it reminds me of the days way back in the early 80's when we would pack up the baby, the stroller and the diaper bag and head out to pray for the closing of the abortion clinic in the city we lived in at the time.  You know, it eventually closed down...…..only to move a few miles away to another building.  But for a while the abortions stopped in Tulsa.

But back to the women of Jerusalem...…… they did what they could with what they had to express their sadness.  Let's concentrate for a moment on what Jesus said to them:  'Weep not for me but for yourselves and for your children.'  They had to have been perplexed upon hearing those words from the suffering Jesus.  He knew He didn't need their tears for Himself, but wanted them to have tears for their own transgressions. And what mother hasn't shed tears for her own flesh and blood?

I imagine those women were forever changed by their encounter with Jesus.  How could they not have been?  They probably told their children again and again of the day they witnessed Jesus walk His way to the Cross.  Jesus spoke directly into their midst.  After hearing His Voice, I can't imagine anyone ever being the same.

Blessings and peace,

Sunday, April 7, 2019

April 7, 2019

When anger isn't anger...…

Bless me Father, for I have sinned.  It started like always; I'm ready to put into words the thoughts, words and actions - transgressions- of the last couple of weeks since last visiting the confessional.



  1. a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.
    "the colonel's anger at his daughter's disobedience"

Afterwards, a sigh of relief.  If I got what I deserved, there would be an exacerbated gasp, a throwing up of hands, and numerous eye rolls.  People out in the pews would begin to squirm in discomfort from the yelling.   But no, instead I hear soft words of encouragement and forgiveness.  Not judgement.  But ways to deal with and do better in the future.

Father, after all, speaks for Christ in the confessional.  He doesn't get emotional or wrapped up in my issues.  He just listens, counsels and absolves.  Another priest once told me that he even forgets all he's heard when he walks through the door to leave.  A precious gift.

I don't forget.  In fact I have to work hard, and remind myself: - Kellie, honey,  that's been confessed and forgiven; now forgive yourself.   Today I heard words I'm sure I've heard before in my 60 years and almost 6 months of being here on planet earth, but they seemed new and sweet and beautiful.

Underneath anger is usually something more telling.  Hidden beneath anger is often 
1. hurt feelings, 
2. disappointment, and 
3. fear. 

'Wow!  Are you sure you can't see through this screen between us?  You speak as if you're looking straight into my heart,'  I thought.  No, I didn't really think it at the time, but you know what I mean.

The words were Father's words, but I heard them as though they were Christ's.  Because they really were.  They were warm and caring and forgiving and encouraging and kind and sincere and thoughtful.  They were words of healing.

We know we do things, but to really think about why we do things is very helpful.  And oftentimes, we do the things that get us in a bind out of pure love.  We get angry because we love.  It's like Mama used to say, 'if I didn't love you, I wouldn't care what you do.'  That used to confuse the heck out of me; like when she said I'd always be her baby.  How could I grow up and still be her baby?!

Of course, like most things, I grew up and now understand profoundly those things that used to confuse the heck out of me.  She was wise then, and I'm sure I'm (humbly) wise now because she cared and loved so much.

So, for me today, I can pray that I follow in the words of the Act of Contrition -

'I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy grace, to confess my sins, do penance, and amend my life.'  Amen. 

I know I'll be back in the confessional soon; as a practicing Catholic at least once monthly is a good goal.  But as my new book-friend Lysa Ter Kuerst says, 'imperfect progress' is better than no progress at all.  I'll take it.  As for the source of the anger?  Well, that's left in God's hands and prayer.  I must do my part when and where it is needed, for myself and for others.  I must trust I am doing my part, then leave the rest to Him.

Pax tecum ~ until next time,

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