<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:17:53.264-06:00</updated><category term='Eucharist'/><category term='scripture'/><category term='RCIA'/><category term='Love of God'/><category term='suffering'/><category term='crucifixion'/><category term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Always and Everywhere</title><subtitle type='html'>"Father, all-powerful and ever-living God,
we do well always and everywhere to give you thanks."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-4296563912090423337</id><published>2009-08-11T19:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:10:34.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many (okay, about four) of you have asked if I'll continue to blog once I enter the cloister.  At one point, I did briefly entertain ideas about writing out posts, sending them with my letters, and having friends put them onto the blog for me.  But the closer I get to entering the enclosure, and the more I meditate on what it means to be enclosed, the less comfortable I am with such a plan.  Enclosure isn't just about what you do or where you reside - it's about who you are.  Enclosed nuns are utterly God's in a profound and radical way.  This is what I believe God wants for me, and I can't do it halfway.  On this feast of St. Clare, I pray for her intercession; I ask for her to obtain for me the grace to be fully and wholly His - since this is the only way to be fully and wholly me.  I ask for your prayers as well and promise mine in return.  For a glimpse of what my life will be like after this Saturday, I invite you to visit my community's website: &lt;a href="http://www.poor-clares.org/"&gt;www.poor-clares.org&lt;/a&gt;.  If you have prayer requests, please send them to me at the following address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Galey c/o Monastery of the Poor Clares&lt;br /&gt;5500 Holly Fork Road&lt;br /&gt;Barhamsville, VA 23011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to respond in writing very often, but I will always respond in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVed2lrWt6k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVed2lrWt6k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-4296563912090423337?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4296563912090423337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=4296563912090423337' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/4296563912090423337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/4296563912090423337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/many-okay-about-four-of-you-have-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-7949270451169101863</id><published>2009-08-09T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:31:28.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you know me well, you must have known this was coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VxVI8dja-0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VxVI8dja-0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-7949270451169101863?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7949270451169101863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=7949270451169101863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/7949270451169101863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/7949270451169101863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-know-me-well-you-must-have-known.html' title='If you know me well, you must have known this was coming...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-4602272963339553895</id><published>2009-07-27T09:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:42:54.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Our Kids Dress Themselves"</title><content type='html'>I found this short (1:38) video while browsing &lt;a href="http://baughmanblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; that I found from &lt;a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/2009/07/7-quick-takes-friday-vol-43.html"&gt;Conversion Diary's "7 Quick Takes Friday."&lt;/a&gt;  Foster care/adoption is such a brave and beautiful act of giving - it always touches my heart to meet or hear about people who have opened their homes, lives and their very selves to children in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFYPtIp_CXE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFYPtIp_CXE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloistered nuns tend to have one or two causes that are especially important to them.   They spend extra time in prayer for these things that God has placed in their hearts.   As a Franciscan, I'll be dedicated to the conversion of sinners and the poor, but I think I'm also called to pray for children seeking love and stability through adoption or foster care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocations directors for dioceses and religious orders often remark that a key point in many young people's discernment is someone posing a simple question to them: "Do you think you might be called to religious life/priesthood?"  So I guess that's what I'm doing with this video - posing a question and hopefully planting a seed in someone's heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-4602272963339553895?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4602272963339553895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=4602272963339553895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/4602272963339553895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/4602272963339553895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-found-this-short-138-video-while.html' title='&quot;Our Kids Dress Themselves&quot;'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-8160976724963621047</id><published>2009-07-23T22:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:53:02.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Day and Lacey Mosley (of Flyleaf) TOGETHER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5nJiJdf9ms&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5nJiJdf9ms&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-8160976724963621047?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8160976724963621047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=8160976724963621047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8160976724963621047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8160976724963621047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/07/third-day-and-lacey-mosley-of-flyleaf.html' title='Third Day and Lacey Mosley (of Flyleaf) TOGETHER!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-5588055547021377572</id><published>2009-07-22T11:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:05:22.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On this feast of St. Mary Magdalene, l pray that her intercession will obtain for me this fidelity of love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artrestorationnyc.com/images/p1_before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 372px;" src="http://www.artrestorationnyc.com/images/p1_before.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and did not find the Lord’s body, she thought it had been taken away and so informed the disciples.  After they came and saw the tomb, they too believed what Mary had told them.  The text then says: &lt;i&gt;The disciples went back home,&lt;/i&gt; and it adds: &lt;i&gt;but Mary wept and remained standing outside the tomb.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="p"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pi"&gt;  We should reflect on Mary’s attitude and the great love she felt for Christ; for though the disciples had left the tomb, she remained.  She was still seeking the one she had not found, and while she sought she wept; burning with the fire of love, she longed for him who she thought had been taken away.  And so it happened that the woman who stayed behind to seek Christ was the only one to see him.  For perseverance is essential to any good deed, as the voice of truth tells us: &lt;i&gt;Whoever perseveres to the end will be saved.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pi"&gt;  At first she sought but did not find, but when she persevered it happened that she found what she was looking for.  When our desires are not satisfied, they grow stronger, and becoming stronger they take hold of their object.  Holy desires likewise grow with anticipation, and if they do not grow they are not really desires.  Anyone who succeeds in attaining the truth has burned with such a great love.  As David says: &lt;i&gt;My soul has thirsted for the living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?&lt;/i&gt;  And so also in the Song of Songs the Church says: &lt;i&gt;I was wounded by love;&lt;/i&gt; and again: &lt;i&gt;My soul is melted with love.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pi"&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Woman, why are you weeping?  Whom do you seek?&lt;/i&gt;  She is asked why she is sorrowing so that her desire might be strengthened; for when she mentions whom she is seeking, her love is kindled all the more ardently.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pi"&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Jesus says to her: Mary.&lt;/i&gt;  Jesus is not recognised when he calls her “woman”; so he calls her by name, as though he were saying: Recognise me as I recognise you; for I do not know you as I know others; I know you as yourself.  And so Mary, once addressed by name, recognises who is speaking. She immediately calls him &lt;i&gt;rabboni,&lt;/i&gt; that is to say, &lt;i&gt;teacher,&lt;/i&gt; because the one whom she sought outwardly was the one who inwardly taught her to keep on searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- St. Gregory the Great, Pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy St. Mary Magdalene, first to encounter our resurrected Lord, pray for us!  Obtain for us the fidelity of love that anchored you at the foot of the cross and outside the empty tomb - the fidelity of love that opened your soul to the glory of the resurrection.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-5588055547021377572?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5588055547021377572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=5588055547021377572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5588055547021377572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5588055547021377572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-this-feast-of-st-mary-magdalene-l.html' title='On this feast of St. Mary Magdalene, l pray that her intercession will obtain for me this fidelity of love.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-1668340042518019468</id><published>2009-06-20T10:25:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:50:29.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Immaculate Heart of Mary will triumph!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thepracticingcatholic.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/mater-dolorosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 430px" alt="" src="http://thepracticingcatholic.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/mater-dolorosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we specially contemplate the Immaculate Heart of Mary - it's one of my favorite remembrances. At Morning Prayer, I renewed my consecration to Christ through Mary's Immaculate Heart. I also placed the people I pray for under the mantle of her intercession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question "Can I love if I am broken?" is asked by our deeply troubled world in so many ways. We look at Mary's pierced and bleeding heart and answer with an enthusiastic "Yes!" When Christ gave her to us to be our own mother, she didn't say "Now wait a minute, I need some time to heal before I can take something like this on. I have to work through this pain - there's no way I could be of any use to someone else until I've gotten past all this." She lived the "yes" she had been living from the first moment of her existence and trusted God to not only show her how, knowing that He &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our suffering, we learn to love with the Love of God - not the superficial affection and lust the world offers as a cheap substitute. We're hesitant to love the way God loves. Who wants to be broken, vulnerable, raw, exposed? We try to fix ourselves and promise that once we get our own lives in order we'll be ready to take care of other people. &lt;strong&gt;It's an absolute lie&lt;/strong&gt; - the oldest lie ever told - that we can fix ourselves, that we don't have to entrust ourselves to God, that we can be our own gods. We cannot heal ourselves - we will never get there - and in trying to do so, we cut ourselves off from the source of the very healing that we seek. Our attempts focus our energy and attention on ourselves and close us off from others. But God's presence, His Love, is mediated through those other people! We need to come together in our brokenness and let the love of God flow through us into others and through others into us. This is the same love that poured out of Christ as he hung on the cross - the Unbroken giving Himself to the broken, to be broken so that we can be healed. Dearest friends, I consecrated myself and all of you to this Love this morning because in entrusting ourselves to God, we are empowered to truly love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-1668340042518019468?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1668340042518019468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=1668340042518019468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1668340042518019468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1668340042518019468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/immaculate-heart-of-mary-will-triumph.html' title='The Immaculate Heart of Mary will triumph!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-1942896478626426757</id><published>2009-06-11T22:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:09:30.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In 4 more days I'll have 2 months to go!</title><content type='html'>As my entrance into religious life gets closer and closer, there are more and more questions posed to me everyday.  Some are easy to answer ("Yes, I'm really not going to have sex ever again.")  Some are harder.  I ask myself the hard questions around this time of nights when I'm getting ready for bed.  I like to fall asleep with them.  People think this is odd - aren't the burning questions supposed to keep you up at night?  I like to go to bed with these questions because in asking them, I'm drawn deeper into the Mystery.  I learn about God, and I learn about myself.  It's in the asking, the seeking, the desire that we come together.  In this coming together, every question is answered - not with a forecast of things to come, but with the knowledge that I am His.  I wonder about how this belonging will take shape, how I'll live it out over the next 60 or 70 years.  All that really matters though, is that we know we are Loved and that someday, when the time is right, we will have been made able to stand in His unveiled presence and stare into His face with nothing but Love in our hearts.  Good night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The blink of an eye in itself is nothing, but the eye that blinks - that is something.  A span of life in itself is nothing, but the man that lives that span - he is something."&lt;br /&gt; - Chaim Potok &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Chosen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-1942896478626426757?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1942896478626426757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=1942896478626426757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1942896478626426757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1942896478626426757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-4-more-days-ill-have-2-months-to-go.html' title='In 4 more days I&apos;ll have 2 months to go!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-7526179167177511345</id><published>2009-06-09T11:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:56:59.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>67 days until I enter religious life!  I'm so excited and happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-7526179167177511345?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7526179167177511345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=7526179167177511345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/7526179167177511345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/7526179167177511345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/67-days-until-i-enter-religious-life-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-6362285926185306623</id><published>2009-06-01T06:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:02:23.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred Heart of Jesus, Have Mercy on Us!</title><content type='html'>The month of June is specially dedicated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, and so I offer this prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://staywithdonbosco.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/sacred-heart-of-jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Raccolta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Divine Heart of Jesus, grant, I beseech You, eternal rest to the souls in purgatory, final grace to all who are to die today, true repentance to sinners, the light of faith to those who do not know You, Your blessing to me and to all who are mine.&lt;br /&gt;To You, O most loving Heart of Jesus, do I commend all these souls, and for them I offer all Your merits, together with the merits of the most Blessed Mother and of all the saints and angels, and also together with all the Sacrifices of the Mass, the Holy Communions, the prayers and good works that are made today throughout the entire Christian world. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-6362285926185306623?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6362285926185306623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=6362285926185306623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6362285926185306623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6362285926185306623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/sacred-heart-of-jesus-have-mercy-on-us.html' title='Sacred Heart of Jesus, Have Mercy on Us!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-8908299865650738144</id><published>2009-05-31T08:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:12:16.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Holy Spirit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://heartofflesh.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/holy-spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 357px;" src="http://heartofflesh.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/holy-spirit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Lord told his disciples to &lt;i&gt;go and teach all nations and baptize them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,&lt;/i&gt; he conferred on them the power of giving men new life in God.&lt;br /&gt;- St. Irenaeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we have received.  What is our response?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-8908299865650738144?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8908299865650738144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=8908299865650738144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8908299865650738144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8908299865650738144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-holy-spirit.html' title='Come Holy Spirit!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-4818783217139460287</id><published>2009-05-20T22:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:22:20.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>asceticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asceticism is not necessarily a denigration of the body, though it has often been misapplied for that purpose.  Rather, it is a way of surrendering to reduced circumstances in a manner that enhances the whole person.  It is a radical way of knowing exactly who, what and where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Kathleen Norris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I first read this quote in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dakota&lt;/span&gt;, I thought to myself, "But we don't surrender to circumstances, we surrender to God."  But then I realized than surrendering to God means accepting the way in which He is with us  - circumstances, reality.  If God's presence is mediated through our circumstances, then we must be meant to respond in the same way.  God comes to us in reality and we respond by embracing our circumstances and living them with love, always mindful of His Presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I'm only 23 pages into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dakota&lt;/span&gt;, but I already feel confident recommending it highly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-4818783217139460287?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4818783217139460287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=4818783217139460287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/4818783217139460287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/4818783217139460287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/asceticism.html' title='asceticism'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-3831769080974178936</id><published>2009-05-17T23:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:20:12.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Less than 3 months to go until I enter the monastery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-3831769080974178936?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3831769080974178936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=3831769080974178936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3831769080974178936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3831769080974178936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/less-than-3-months-to-go-until-i-enter.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-6070072012653358373</id><published>2009-04-25T20:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:49:57.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer request</title><content type='html'>I ask for your prayers for my friend Adrienne's baby girl.  She's been diagnosed with a rare and very serious heart defect.  As soon as she's born, she'll be taken into surgery - the first of many operations to come.  Please pray for Adrienne, her husband Tomas and their baby. St. John of God, pray for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-6070072012653358373?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6070072012653358373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=6070072012653358373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6070072012653358373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6070072012653358373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer request'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-3117942879189982123</id><published>2009-04-20T10:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:44:46.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Pope Benedict XVI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dominicanfriars.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/aagq163pope-benedict-xvi-horiz-crowd-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.dominicanfriars.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/aagq163pope-benedict-xvi-horiz-crowd-posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago today, a Mormon coworker ran up to me (I was Episcopalian at the time) and exclaimed "Habemus Papam!"  I replied, "I don't have a Pope, and you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; don't have a Pope."  In my head, I smugly thought "Stupid Catholics, they've got this old white guy who tells them what to do, and they actually listen!  Not me!  I love being Episcopalian because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; get to decide what's true for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;"  Over the next year or so, I watched Pope Benedict's papacy unfold, and I ranted over and over again about how uncompromising I thought he was.  The Holy Father's stance on issues like women's ordination or homosexuality could send me into an ironic tirade about "just being nice."  At the time, I thought that's what Christianity boiled down to - just being nice.  And of course, at this point I had only read what the media wrote about the Pope, not anything he'd written himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years later, I'm grateful and proud to be included in the "we" of "Habemus Papam!"  What changed?  At some point, I realized that truth is objective - it's not about what's right for me or right for you, it's about what's true.  I came to understand that Christianity is about love (not simply being nice) and when you truly love someone, you're willing to call them out on the things they think and say and do that aren't good for them - even if it means that they don't like you anymore, even when the popular culture turns against you, even (and especially) when it means suffering with someone that you love when it would be so much easier and less painful to just let them do whatever they want to do.  I started reading what Pope Benedict had to say about controversial issues, and it made sense - rational, logical sense!  I had spent so much time trying to justify what I wanted to be true that I'd started to confuse argument with discernment.  The idea of starting at Truth and building my life - our life - around it (instead of deciding what I wanted to do and then contorting and reducing Truth to fit it where it was convenient) was revolutionary to me.  I'd never thought this way before, and I'd certainly never lived this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to though.  When I thought about what had brought me to Christianity in the first place, I realized that this is the only rational way to live.  I had had a sense that there was more to life and more to me than what I could comprehend.  That sense led me to seek this "More."  Although I didn't realize it at the time, that seeking was mostly in inner process of opening myself to a Presence that was right in front of me (actually, at the deepest part of me) the whole time.  When I encountered this Presence I knew right away that This is what I had been longing for, This is why nothing else had ever satisfied me.  So why did I almost immediately start twisting my new faith into something that fit into my old life?  Original sin?  Selfishness?  The need to control my life even if that means forcefully reducing it to something tiny enough to hold when it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be bigger than I can grasp and that's part of what makes it so beautiful?  Probably a combination of those things and many others.  My anger at Pope Benedict was one of the major factors that shook me out of that closed, distorted complacency.  It opened me to the idea that maybe there was more to God than what I thought I understood.  The Pope is uncompromising on matters of Truth because Truth cannot be compromised - any attempt to do so ends badly for everyone involved.  If God is Truth and God is Love, then Love and Truth are one and the same.  Reducing Truth means reducing Love - why did I ever think that was a good idea?  What I came to to understand and am now trying to put into practice is that it's me that has to conform to Truth and that in doing so I become my true self - the person God created me to be, sharing His divine life of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Father, thank you for your witness!  Thank you for loving us (like any good parent) enough to not diminish the Truth that we are called to know!  Alles Gute zum Jubilaum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-3117942879189982123?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3117942879189982123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=3117942879189982123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3117942879189982123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3117942879189982123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-anniversary-pope-benedict-xvi.html' title='Happy Anniversary Pope Benedict XVI!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-311161002418091821</id><published>2009-04-14T04:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:05:28.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck and raises the dead like a duck..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: arial; 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    "&lt;big&gt;Today bring to Me those who do not believe in God and those who     do not know Me, &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was thinking also of them     during My bitter Passion, and their future zeal comforted My Heart. Immerse     them in the ocean of My mercy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Most compassionate Jesus, You are the Light of the whole world. Receive into the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart the souls of those who do not believe in God and of those who as yet do not know You. Let the rays of Your grace enlighten them that they, too, together with us, may extol Your wonderful mercy; and do not let them escape from the abode which is Your Most Compassionate Heart.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Eternal Father, turn Your merciful gaze upon the souls of those who do not believe in You, and of those who as yet do not know You, but who are enclosed in the Most Compassionate Heart of Jesus. Draw them to the light of the Gospel. These souls do not know what great happiness it is to love You. Grant that they, too, may extol the generosity of Your mercy for endless ages. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Our Lord's original words here were "the pagans." Since the pontificate of Pope John XXIII, the Church has seen fit to replace this term with clearer and more appropriate terminology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-3429613476717668085?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3429613476717668085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=3429613476717668085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3429613476717668085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3429613476717668085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/divine-mercy-novena-day-four.html' title='Divine Mercy Novena  - Day Four!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-1077302894902502207</id><published>2009-04-12T19:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:50:31.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell us Mary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.adishakti.org/images/jr_sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.adishakti.org/images/jr_sunrise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the Paschal Victim, Christians, offer a sacrifice of praise.  The Lamb has ransomed His sheep; the innocent Christ has reconciled sinners with the Father.  Death and Life confronted each other in a prodigious battle; the Prince of Life who died, now lives and reigns.&lt;br /&gt;"Tell us, Mary, what did you see upon the way?"&lt;br /&gt;"I saw the sepulchre of the living Christ; I saw the glory of the Risen One.  I saw the angels, His witnesses, the shroud and the garments.  Christ, my hope, is risen; He will go before His own into Galilee."&lt;br /&gt;We know that Christ is truly risen from the dead; O Victorious King, have mercy on us.&lt;br /&gt;- The Easter Sequence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-1077302894902502207?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1077302894902502207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=1077302894902502207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1077302894902502207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1077302894902502207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/tell-us-mary.html' title='Tell us Mary...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-6749335227272068272</id><published>2009-04-11T05:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T05:47:14.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From an ancient homily for Holy Saturday:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="p"&gt;Something strange is happening – there is a great silence on earth today, a great silence and stillness. The whole earth keeps silence because the King is asleep. The earth trembled and is still because God has fallen asleep in the flesh and he has raised up all who have slept ever since the world began. God has died in the flesh and hell trembles with fear.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pi"&gt;  He has gone to search for our first parent, as for a lost sheep. Greatly desiring to visit those who live in darkness and in the shadow of death, he has gone to free from sorrow the captives Adam and Eve, he who is both God and the son of Eve. The Lord approached them bearing the cross, the weapon that had won him the victory. At the sight of him Adam, the first man he had created, struck his breast in terror and cried out to everyone: “My Lord be with you all.” Christ answered him: “And with your spirit.” He took him by the hand and raised him up, saying: “Awake, O sleeper, and rise from the dead, and Christ will give you light.”&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pi"&gt;  I am your God, who for your sake have become your son. Out of love for you and for your descendants I now by my own authority command all who are held in bondage to come forth, all who are in darkness to be enlightened, all who are sleeping to arise. I order you, O sleeper, to awake. I did not create you to be held a prisoner in hell. Rise from the dead, for I am the life of the dead. Rise up, work of my hands, you who were created in my image. Rise, let us leave this place, for you are in me and I am in you; together we form only one person and we cannot be separated. For your sake I, your God, became your son; I, the Lord, took the form of a slave; I, whose home is above the heavens, descended to the earth and beneath the earth. For your sake, for the sake of man, I became like a man without help, free among the dead. For the sake of you, who left a garden, I was betrayed to the Jews in a garden, and I was crucified in a garden.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pi"&gt;  See on my face the spittle I received in order to restore to you the life I once breathed into you. See there the marks of the blows I received in order to refashion your warped nature in my image. On my back see the marks of the scourging I endured to remove the burden of sin that weighs upon your back. See my hands, nailed firmly to a tree, for you who once wickedly stretched out your hand to a tree.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pi"&gt;  I slept on the cross and a sword pierced my side for you who slept in paradise and brought forth Eve from your side. My side has healed the pain in yours. My sleep will rouse you from your sleep in hell. The sword that pierced me has sheathed the sword that was turned against you.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pi"&gt;  Rise, let us leave this place. The enemy led you out of the earthly paradise. I will not restore you to that paradise, but I will enthrone you in heaven. I forbade you the tree that was only a symbol of life, but see, I who am life itself am now one with you. I appointed cherubim to guard you as slaves are guarded, but now I make them worship you as God. The throne formed by cherubim awaits you, its bearers swift and eager. The bridal chamber is adorned, the banquet is ready, the eternal dwelling places are prepared, the treasure houses of all good things lie open. The kingdom of heaven has been prepared for you from all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://faithsmystery.blogspot.com/2009/04/divine-mercy-noven-days-two-and-three.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divine Mercy novena days two and three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-6749335227272068272?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6749335227272068272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=6749335227272068272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6749335227272068272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6749335227272068272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-ancient-homily-for-holy-saturday.html' title='From an ancient homily for Holy Saturday:'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-6989476161032123254</id><published>2009-04-10T21:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:49:00.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="p"&gt;If we wish to understand the power of Christ’s blood, we should go back to the ancient account of its prefiguration in Egypt. “Sacrifice a lamb without blemish,” commanded Moses, “and sprinkle its blood on your doors.” If we were to ask him what he meant, and how the blood of an irrational beast could possibly save men endowed with reason, his answer would be that the saving power lies not in the blood itself, but in the fact that it is a sign of the Lord’s blood. In those days, when the destroying angel saw the blood on the doors he did not dare to enter, so how much less will the devil approach now when he sees, not that figurative blood on the doors, but the true blood on the lips of believers, the doors of the temple of Christ.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pi"&gt;  If you desire further proof of the power of this blood, remember where it came from, how it ran down from the cross, flowing from the Master’s side. The gospel records that when Christ was dead, but still hung on the cross, a soldier came and pierced his side with a lance and immediately there poured out water and blood. Now the water was a symbol of baptism and the blood, of the holy Eucharist. The soldier pierced the Lord’s side, he breached the wall of the sacred temple, and I have found the treasure and made it my own. So also with the lamb: the Jews sacrificed the victim and I have been saved by it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pi"&gt;  “There flowed from his side water and blood.” Beloved, do not pass over this mystery without thought; it has yet another hidden meaning, which I will explain to you. I said that water and blood symbolized baptism and the holy Eucharist. From these two sacraments the Church is born: from baptism, “the cleansing water that gives rebirth and renewal through the Holy Spirit,” and from the holy Eucharist. Since the symbols of baptism and the Eucharist flowed from his side, it was from his side that Christ fashioned the Church, as he had fashioned Eve from the side of Adam Moses gives a hint of this when he tells the story of the first man and makes him exclaim: “Bone from my bones and flesh from my flesh!” As God then took a rib from Adam’s side to fashion a woman, so Christ has given us blood and water from his side to fashion the Church. God took the rib when Adam was in a deep sleep, and in the same way Christ gave us the blood and the water after his own death.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pi"&gt;  Do you understand, then, how Christ has united his bride to himself and what food he gives us all to eat? By one and the same food we are both brought into being and nourished. As a woman nourishes her child with her own blood and milk, so does Christ unceasingly nourish with his own blood those to whom he himself has given life.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saint John Chrysostom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-6989476161032123254?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6989476161032123254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=6989476161032123254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6989476161032123254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6989476161032123254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-we-wish-to-understand-power-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-8986727060525173873</id><published>2009-04-10T08:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:31:18.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're praying a Divine Mercy novena.  It starts today.  &lt;a href="http://faithsmystery.blogspot.com/2009/04/divine-mercy-novena-day-1-good-friday.html"&gt;Pray with us!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-8986727060525173873?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8986727060525173873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=8986727060525173873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8986727060525173873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8986727060525173873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-praying-divine-mercy-novena.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-5081214887502944321</id><published>2009-04-07T22:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:32:30.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be in bed?</title><content type='html'>Yes! But I'm going to write a quick note in response to a comment left on my last post because I've been thinking this very thing.  Rachel says "I don't understand why I keep forgetting."  I don't understand either.  I'm always encountering situations that show me just how little I really know.  Reflecting on these situations, I always think "didn't I know better?"  But in each of these episodes I do learn something - even if it's something small or something that seems small at the time.  And I'm drawn just a little deeper into the Mystery that is our God. And I'm reminded that I NEED Jesus Christ; I cannot perfect myself.   Our victory is in Him so maybe when we forget, it's Him that we're forgetting.  When we remember Christ - seek His presence which, through Faith, we know is a constant reality - we remember all we need to know.  Everything comes together in Him. (Side note: everything comes together in Him, and I'm going to be His spouse!  I'm floored by this!  Absolutely floored! And very, very grateful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about Faith is the exact this that used to frustrate me about it when I was an atheist: every answer leads to another question!  It wasn't until I encountered God and came to know Him that I understood why this is so: it's because the answer to all our questions is a Who, not a what.  Things can be known thoroughly and absolutely.  People can't.  Can you ever fully know another person?  I don't think so.  You can know them better and better and better, but never completely.  God is a divine, infinite, eternal Person so it would be ever more impossible to know Him completely.  At first this may seem sad, but it's actually beautiful because it means that we get to spend the rest of eternity being drawn deeper and deeper into communion with Love Himself!  There's always more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I really must go because it's 10:30 and I have to be up at 5:00 and I haven't even prayed evening prayer yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-5081214887502944321?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5081214887502944321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=5081214887502944321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5081214887502944321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5081214887502944321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/should-i-be-in-bed.html' title='Should I be in bed?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-8132699122963420525</id><published>2009-04-06T14:23:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:54:52.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Week is here!  The time of our redemption is at hand!</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking  about Palm/Passion  Sunday.  I like that way of writing it  because it satisfies  the new school and the old school, and because it  encompasses the two main events that we encounter on this day - the triumphal entry and the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.  Without fail, I always find myself meditating on the fickleness of people.  Some years I've thought of this subject in a smug, superior sort of way, "How could the Children of Israel welcome Christ and hail Him as their King and then scream for His crucifixion a few days later?"  Other years, I reflect on my own life and see how I do the same thing - professing my love for Christ at daily Mass and then bitching out one of my coworkers a few hours later.  I'd like to jump in here and tell myself that it's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; the same thing, but the Bible  reminds us over and over again that  loving God and loving other people are inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I asked myself "why?"  Why do I say that I love God above all things and then fail to live that out in my life outside of Mass?  Here's what I've got so far.  I don't understand the meaning of love.  Almost every time I tell God I love Him, it's a warm fuzzy feeling that I'm talking about.  This is not love.  It's consolation - nothing more or less.  Consolations remind us that we are loved - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they are not love in and of themselves.&lt;/span&gt;  If I never felt another consolation, if for the rest of my life I felt nothing while I prayed, felt nothing at Mass, felt nothing after receiving Christ in the Eucharist, does that mean that God doesn't love me?  No!  I should be reminded of His love every time I look at a crucifix.  True love is an act of will.  True love intentionally places another's good before my own, even when it's difficult, even if it means a total emptying of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why we cannot love without God.  This is how the death of Christ gives life to us.  In a broken world, love and suffering can't be separated.  Pouring ourselves out for others often feels like pouring water into a broken jar - pointless and never ending.  We need God, who is Love Himself, inside of our souls.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We love because He first loved us.&lt;/span&gt; (1 John 4:19)  We need to remain in the source of love and we need Him to remain in us.  In the person of Jesus Christ, true Love and eternal Life entered this world as one of us, fully embraced suffering and death, and rose to show Himself victorious.  United to Him in baptism, confirmed by Him in our identity as children of God and members of His Body, continuously nourished by Him in the Eucharist, healed by Him in reconciliation, we are victorious too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jewish people wanted a Messiah and King to come in and set everything right, and they had a certain idea of what that would look like.  We also have many ideas about what God should be doing to set things right in the world - no more war, poverty, abortion, pollution, whatever.  What we all fail to see is that none of these things will be fixed until we are fixed, and that is what Christ's life, death and resurrection is accomplishing  - to the degree that each of us allows in our own hearts and lives.  I think, for the rest of Holy Week, when I feel a consolation, I'll offer it back to God and ask for the grace to love as He loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Back in January, Suzanne of Come to See wrote &lt;a href="http://veniteavedere.blogspot.com/2009/01/defeat-of-kingdom.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.  It moved me deeply and I've been wanting to link to it ever since.  Now is the time - it's a beautiful reflection for Holy Week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-8132699122963420525?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8132699122963420525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=8132699122963420525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8132699122963420525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8132699122963420525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-week-is-here-time-of-our.html' title='Holy Week is here!  The time of our redemption is at hand!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-1979657305096210326</id><published>2009-03-31T22:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:07:04.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>I must direct you to the comments on my last two post because the are exceptional.  Here's what I got out of them (a little of my own stuff and maybe some C.S. Lewis thrown in too):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that, often, questions of "how?" can be answered by asking "why?"?  It's very true with the question "How can I stay engaged in the present while looking forward to the future?"  If I asked "Why should I stay engaged in the present?" the answer would be "Because Christ is there.  The present is where Eternity meets time. (that's the C.S. Lewis)"  So I can answer my original question by looking for Christ in every situation, asking Him to reveal Himself to me, asking His mother to help me see Him, being led by friends/witnesses who show Him to me.  I think asking "why?" gets to the core issues - isn't "why?" what we're really asking with our whole lives?  Any other question focuses on what we do - "why?" focuses on who we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-1979657305096210326?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1979657305096210326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=1979657305096210326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1979657305096210326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1979657305096210326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-8884438125036644460</id><published>2009-03-30T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:21:48.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh.  I'm trying not to live the next few months as an endless countdown.  I know I need to live in the present.  I know I need to keep engaging my life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now,&lt;/span&gt; not starting August 15.  It's really hard sometimes though, especially when the "now" is unpleasant.  Any advice?  Sometimes I don't even know where to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-8884438125036644460?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8884438125036644460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=8884438125036644460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8884438125036644460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8884438125036644460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-195291833787021804</id><published>2009-03-28T22:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:54:42.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>synthesis</title><content type='html'>I've realized that until now I mistakenly regarded Faith, Hope and Trust as steps, or phases of a process.  Now I think of the transition/transformation as more of a deepening understanding.  How could I move beyond Faith?  Silly!  This relationship is not only the source of my life, it's what sustains it.  Plants grow up out of soil, but they remain rooted in it.  They are continually  nourished by it.  And their ability to grow up is dependent on how deeply they are rooted.  If faith were merely an agreement with a fact, it would be static, shallow and abstract.  Faith is an organic relationship, the ability to know God - life Himself.  When we know God and understand that our Source is good, we have certainty about the goodness of our future - this is called Hope.  How am I doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-195291833787021804?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/195291833787021804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=195291833787021804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/195291833787021804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/195291833787021804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/synthesis.html' title='synthesis'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-1188971870852336090</id><published>2009-03-13T13:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:16:55.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick update</title><content type='html'>My trip to the convent was wonderful - literally full of wonder.  Wonder at God's love for us and this beautiful grace He's given me in my vocation.  As long as all goes according to plan I'll enter religious life on the Feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary (Aug. 15).  That's only five months away!  I've always been a little annoyed by girls who get engaged and then go around squealing and gushing and hugging everybody.  Now I get it.  I hold it in pretty well, but there's definitely a part of me who wants to run up to everyone I've ever met and squeal "I'm going to be a nun!" and then hug them and jump up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The details of my visit aren't too interesting because most of the important stuff happened in my heart and I have a hard time putting those things into words.  You know how Mary "pondered these things in her heart"?  That's what I'm doing.  There are a few highlights I can mention though: &lt;br /&gt;     -I got to meet a few of the other Sisters.  Until this visit I'd only met the Mother Superior and the two Portresses.  This time I got to spend some time with the Mother Vicoress and a few of the other nuns.  It was nice to get to know them and very encouraging to see how truly happy they are.  It really is possible to live this way!&lt;br /&gt;     -Mother Clare asked if I thought I could learn to play the organ... in five months... unless Saint Cecilia wants to pray up a miracle for me I don't think it's going to happen, but I'm still committed to learning as much as I can in the time I have.&lt;br /&gt;     -I had the first part of my psychological testing evaluated, and I'm not crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I haven't been posting since I got back because I've just been too busy.  That's probably not going to change anytime soon so I won't be blogging much until after Easter.  Speaking of Easter, please remember to pray for our soon to be brothers and sister who are preparing to receive the Easter sacraments! God bless you in this holy season of Lent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-1188971870852336090?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1188971870852336090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=1188971870852336090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1188971870852336090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1188971870852336090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-update.html' title='A quick update'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-7840500667560963898</id><published>2009-02-21T21:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:56:59.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm off to the convent!  Just for a visit though.  Please pray for me.  I'll pray for you.  Oh, and since I won't be back until after Ash Wednesday, I'm going to declare my Lent intentions now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) No eating out.  Save the money I would have spent and donate it to Catholic Relief Services and the Good Samaritan Program at my parish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) No gossiping or bitching - that's right, I said bitching, because when I'm really cranky, the word "complaining" doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adequately&lt;/span&gt; describe what comes out of my mouth.  Instead, I'm going to find something positive and encouraging to say.  If that's not an option, I'm going to keep quiet and pray.  Dear friends, please hold me to this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Morning and Evening prayer everyday - this happens pretty often, but it needs to be the focus of my routine, not something I just fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably add a few more thing once I've had a little more time for prayer and reflection on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hours from now, my alarm will be going off for Matins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-7840500667560963898?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7840500667560963898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=7840500667560963898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/7840500667560963898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/7840500667560963898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-off-to-convent-just-for-visit-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-5894795742803894518</id><published>2009-02-18T12:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:30:22.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more prayers</title><content type='html'>1.) &lt;a href="http://faithsmystery.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt; asks your prayers for her father Cliff as he continues treatment for prostate cancer.  She also asks you to pray that her family will come to know God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) My dear friend Barbara is training to do her first triathlon!  She's faced some difficult challenges over the last year or so, and I think finishing this event successfully would mean a lot to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Your prayers for my continuing discernment are such a blessing to me - sometimes they almost feel like a physical embrace.  I'd especially appreciate your prayers next week, when I'll be visiting my convent again - I hope to return as an aspirant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-5894795742803894518?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5894795742803894518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=5894795742803894518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5894795742803894518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5894795742803894518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-prayers.html' title='more prayers'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-4226608217303627238</id><published>2009-02-16T21:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:55:53.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer requests</title><content type='html'>The world needs prayer - organized, specific, intentional prayer that seeks the will of God to be fulfilled in those we pray for.  I ask your prayers for these intentions that are especially close to my heart at this time.  If you have any prayer requests, please leave them in the comments and I'll update the post as I am able.  Some have mentioned difficulties posting comments on my blog.  Since I don't know how to fix that, please email me at &lt;a href="mailto:eternalthermos@gmail.com"&gt;eternalthermos@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; if you can't post in the comment section.  This post comes from my desire to be joined to others in prayer. &lt;em&gt; Wherever two or three are gathered in my name....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) My best friend Meghann's husband Raul was sent back to Mexico a few months ago.  They're having problems with his green card application.  This left Meghann to care for and support their one year old daughter on her own.  Meghann was recently laid off and hasn't been able to find a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) My friend Holly's father Al suffered two heart attacks a few days ago.  He seems to be doing well, but we still don't know if he'll have to undergo open heart surgery.  More information &lt;a href="http://scottdodge.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayers-needed.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; on Scott's blog (Holly is his wife).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Suzanne's mom is battling cancer again.  More information on her blog &lt;a href="http://veniteavedere.blogspot.com/2009/01/prayers-for-my-mother-please.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;a href="http://anniecanhazcheezburger.blogspot.com/2009/02/suddenly-i-have-lot-of-free-time.html"&gt;Annie&lt;/a&gt; is in need of a new job as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Jennifer of Conversion Diary is getting ready to be induced in about two weeks.  This baby will make four children under five years old!  Jennifer has difficult pregnancies to to a clotting disorder.  Read more in &lt;a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/2008/08/thank-god-for-surprises-part-i.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;  from August where she announces baby number four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) My mother is a respiratory therapist.  She often works in the ER taking care of trauma patients.  Recently a man was brought in who had tried to end his life by shooting himself in the head.  He didn't die, but his face is almost completely gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Michelle and her husband are seeking a deeper relationship with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-4226608217303627238?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4226608217303627238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=4226608217303627238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/4226608217303627238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/4226608217303627238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer-requests.html' title='Prayer requests'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-1277866330880985854</id><published>2009-02-05T11:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:25:44.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poor in spirit</title><content type='html'>Suzanne has been posting some amazing pieces on her blog &lt;a href="http://veniteavedere.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come to See&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.  &lt;/em&gt;As I continue to ask what it means to be poor in spirit, I keep coming back to this blog.  There's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;openness&lt;/span&gt; and a sense of awed gratitude in these posts that answers the questions I've been asking with an experience, not just a definition.  I'm very thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-1277866330880985854?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1277866330880985854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=1277866330880985854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1277866330880985854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1277866330880985854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/poor-in-spirit.html' title='poor in spirit'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-8821839618411568258</id><published>2009-02-02T00:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:15:46.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up at one in the morning</title><content type='html'>Any thoughts on what it means to be poor in spirit? I think I have a good idea of what it's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;.  But defining what something isn't is not the same as understanding what something &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's partner is a therapist. When one of her clients tells her a quality they'd like to posess, Deb asks "What would that look like?" I guess that's what I've been asking myself. What would it be like to be poor in spirit? How would I live that everyday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-8821839618411568258?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8821839618411568258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=8821839618411568258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8821839618411568258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8821839618411568258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/up-at-one-in-morning.html' title='Up at one in the morning'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-705884815185565264</id><published>2009-02-01T19:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:46:33.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nun stuff</title><content type='html'>If you have five minutes, &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/photoessays/2009/radical_love/"&gt;please watch this short video&lt;/a&gt; about the life of some encolsed nuns in New Jersey.  I'll be visiting &lt;a href="http://www.poor-clares.org/"&gt;my monastery&lt;/a&gt; again at the end of February.  After that, it should only be about six months until I enter!  I'm so excited and so very grateful for this vocation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-705884815185565264?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/705884815185565264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=705884815185565264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/705884815185565264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/705884815185565264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/nun-stuff.html' title='Nun stuff'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-1496537879488799857</id><published>2009-01-22T12:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T05:57:08.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I helped a friend procure an abortion, and I regret it.</title><content type='html'>Several years ago I helped a friend procure an abortion. I drove her to the clinic and "protected" her from the women who tried to talk to her as we walked into the building. Even then, as a pro-choice atheist, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;regretted&lt;/span&gt; that decision. I had bought into the theory of "reproductive freedom" but when it came time to practice what I thought I believed, I knew I had gotten something wrong. I told myself that it wasn't really a baby - just a clump of cells - but I couldn't make myself forget that that "clump of cells" had a heart beat, that at one point in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;development&lt;/span&gt; I and all my friends were "clumps of cells". The world reduces people to what they can do, so an embryo that is still forming has no value because it can't contribute anything. The message of Christ is that we are more than our sins, accomplishments, choices, etc. Are lives are worth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;infinitely&lt;/span&gt; more than any quantifiable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;measurement&lt;/span&gt; of their contribution. Who we are is created for Eternity. All we will become is present in who we are right now, just as all I am today was present 27 years ago in a "clump of cells". Today is the anniversary of the supreme court's Roe v. Wade decision. Here is a link to a &lt;a href="http://www.virtuemedia.org/videos/norma.html"&gt;short video&lt;/a&gt; featuring the former Jane Roe; she regrets her the role she played in legalizing abortion. Please pray for an end to abortion, and an end to the reasons people seek abortions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-1496537879488799857?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1496537879488799857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=1496537879488799857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1496537879488799857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1496537879488799857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-helped-friend-procure-abortion-and-i.html' title='I helped a friend procure an abortion, and I regret it.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-4446743981302607182</id><published>2009-01-19T21:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:33:37.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someday I'll start posting again, but I just don't have the time right now.  Peace be with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-4446743981302607182?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4446743981302607182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=4446743981302607182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/4446743981302607182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/4446743981302607182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/someday-ill-start-posting-again-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-3922250074423371450</id><published>2009-01-07T18:55:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:27:05.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I would have said at School of Community tonight if my car hadn't broken down and I had been able to go.</title><content type='html'>A lot has been going on for the past few weeks that's left me feeling trapped and overwhelmed.  I was thinking and praying about the situation while I stood in my mechanic's waiting room, and at one point I said to God "I just want to be free!"  Then I realized that I had fallen back into confusing freedom with getting my own way and that if freedom really means the ability to become who I was created to be then my circumstances are not really an issue.  This realization awakened the hope that I'd stopped looking for when I got too busy feeling sorry for myself.  My hope is this: that God is not working &lt;em&gt;around&lt;/em&gt; my circumstances, He's working &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; them.  None of this is really new to me, but apparently I need to keep repeating these lessons in order to actually learn them.  Giussani said something about that in one of the &lt;em&gt;Is It Possible To Live This Way?&lt;/em&gt; books, but I can't find the actual quote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-3922250074423371450?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3922250074423371450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=3922250074423371450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3922250074423371450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3922250074423371450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-would-have-said-at-school-of.html' title='What I would have said at School of Community tonight if my car hadn&apos;t broken down and I had been able to go.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-6940417158926465399</id><published>2009-01-05T06:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:04:40.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From St. Augustine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.beliefnet.com/imgs/tout/story/NativityManger061121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.beliefnet.com/imgs/tout/story/NativityManger061121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What human being could know all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge hidden in Christ and concealed under the poverty of his humanity? For being rich, he became poor for our sake so that by his poverty we might become rich. When he assumed our mortality and overcame death he manifested himself in poverty: his poverty was not a sign of riches lost but a promise of riches to come later. How great is the abundance of the delights that he conceals from those who fear him but prepares for those that hope in him! Until what is being prepared arrives, we can understand only in part. To make us worthy of this perfect gift, he, equal to the Father in the form of God, became like us in the form of a servant, and he re-forms us to be like God. The only Son of God, having become the son of Man, makes many sons of men the sons of God. Taking on the form of a servant, he takes those who were born and brought up as servants and gives them the freedom of seeing the face of God. For we are the children of God, and what we shall become has not yet appeared. We know that, when he appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is. What, then, are those treasures of wisdom and knowledge? What are those divine riches unless they are what is sufficient for us? What is that multitude of delights unless it is what fills us? Show us the Father and it is sufficient enough for us. In one of the psalms one of us — either with us or on our behalf — said to him, I shall be filled when your glory appears. But he and the Father are one, and whoever sees him sees the Father also, so the Lord of hosts, he is the King of Glory. He will bring us back, he will show us his face and we shall be saved; we shall be filled, and he will be sufficient for us. Until this comes to pass, until he gives us the sight of what will completely satisfy us, until we drink our fill of him, the fountain of life — while we wander about, apart from him but strong in faith, while we hunger and thirst for justice, longing with a desire too deep for words for the beautiful vision of God, let us fervently and devotedly celebrate the anniversary of his birth in the form of a servant. We cannot yet contemplate the fact that he was begotten by the Father before the dawn, so let us hold on to the fact that he was born of the Virgin in the night. We do not yet understand how his name endures before the sun, so let us acknowledge his tabernacle placed in the sun. Since we do not, as yet, gaze upon the Only Son inseparably united with His Father, let us remember the Bridegroom coming out of his bride-chamber. Since we are not yet ready for the banquet of our Father, let us acknowledge the manger of our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-6940417158926465399?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6940417158926465399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=6940417158926465399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6940417158926465399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6940417158926465399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-st-augustine.html' title='From St. Augustine'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-5209218499988416111</id><published>2009-01-04T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T09:07:52.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i8fz8BUv8l4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i8fz8BUv8l4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-5209218499988416111?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5209218499988416111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=5209218499988416111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5209218499988416111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5209218499988416111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-2649080706186695496</id><published>2008-12-30T08:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:03:07.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incarnation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/NGSPOD/131218~Shepherds-Watch-Their-Flocks-Under-the-Light-from-a-Distant-Star-near-Bethlehem-Israel-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/NGSPOD/131218~Shepherds-Watch-Their-Flocks-Under-the-Light-from-a-Distant-Star-near-Bethlehem-Israel-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTO THE DARK WITH GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Christmas Meditation on the Incarnation, for a Troubled World&lt;br /&gt;By Hans Urs von Balthasar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the angel said to them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Be not afraid; for behold, I bring you Good News of a great joy that will come to all the people: for to you is born this day in the city oft David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger" ( Luke 2:10-12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Christmas night the shepherds are addressed by an angel who shines upon them with the blinding glory of God, and they are very much afraid. The tremendous, unearthly radiance shows that the angel is a messenger of heaven and clothes him with an incontrovertible authority. With this authority he commands them not to be afraid but to embrace the great joy he is announcing to them. And while the angel is speaking thus to these poor frightened people, he is joined by a vast number of others, who unite in a "Gloria" praising God in heaven's heights and announcing the peace of God's goodwill to men on earth. Then, we read, "the angels went away from them into heaven." In all probability the singing was very beautiful and the shepherds were glad to listen; doubtless they were sorry when the concert was over and the performers disappeared behind heaven's curtain. Probably, however, they were secretly a little relieved when the unwonted light of divine glory and the unwonted sound of heavenly music came to an end, and they found themselves once more in their familiar earthly darkness. They probably felt like shabby beggars who had suddenly been set in a king's audience chamber among courtiers dressed in magnificent robes and were glad to slip away unnoticed and take to their heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the strange thing is that the intimidating glory of the heavenly realm, which has now vanished, has left behind a human glow of joy in their souls, a light of joyous expectation, reinforcing the heavenward-pointing angel's word and causing them to set out for Bethlehem. Now they can turn their backs on the whole epiphany of the heavenly glory for it was only a starting point, an initial spark, a stimulus leading to what was really intended; all that remains of it is the tiny seed of the word that has been implanted in their hearts and that now starts to grow in the form of expectation, curiosity and hope: "Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us." They want to see the word that has taken place. Not the angel's word with its heavenly radiance: that has already become unimportant. They want to see the content of the angel's word, that is, the Child, wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger. They want to see the word that has "happened", the word that has taken place, the word that is not only something uttered but something done, something that can not only be heard but also seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus the word that the shepherds want to see is not the angel's word. This was only the proclamation (the kerygma, as people say nowadays); it was only a pointer. The angels, with their heavenly authority, disappear: they belong to the heavenly realm; all that remains is a pointer to a word that has been done. By God, of course. Just as it is God who made it known to them through the angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they set off, heaven behind them, and the earthly sign before them. But, Lord, what a sign! Not even the Child, but a child. Some child or other. No special child. Not a child radiating a light of glory, as the religious painters depicted, but on the contrary: a child that looks as 'inglorious as possible. Wrapped in swaddling clothes. So that it cannot move. It lies there, imprisoned, as it were, in the clothes in which it has been wrapped through the solicitude of others. There is nothing elevating about the manger in which it lies, either, nothing even remotely corresponding to the heavenly glory of the singing angels. There is practically nothing even half worth seeing; the destination of the shepherds' nightly journey is the most ordinary scene. Indeed, in its poverty it is decidedly disappointing. It is something entirely human and ordinary, something quite profane, in no way distinguished except for the fact that this is the promised sign, and it fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shepherds believe the word. The word sends them from heaven and to earth, and as they proceed along this path, from light to darkness, from the extraordinary to the ordinary, from the solitary experience of God to the realm of ordinary human intercourse, from the splendor above to the poverty below, they are given the confirmation they need: the sign fits. Only now does their fearful joy under heaven's radiance turn into a completely uninhibited, human and Christian joy. Because it fits. And why does it fit? Because the Lord, the High God, has taken the same path as they have: he has left his glory behind him and gone into the dark world, into the child's apparent insignificance, into the unfreedom of human restrictions and bonds, into the poverty of the crib. This is the Word in action, and as yet the shepherds do not know, no one knows, how far down into the darkness this Word-in-action will lead. At all events it will descend much deeper than anyone else into what is worldly, apparently insignificant and profane; into what is bound, poor and powerless; so much so that we shall not be able to follow the last stage of his path. A heavy stone will block the way, preventing the others from approaching, while, in utter night, in ultimate loneliness and forsakenness, he descends to his dead human brothers.&lt;br /&gt;It is true, therefore: in order that he shall find God, the Christian is placed on the streets of the world, sent to his manacled and poor brethren, to all who suffer, hunger and thirst; to all who are naked, sick and in prison. From henceforth this is his place; he must identify with them all. This is the great joy that is proclaimed to him today, for it is the same way that God sent a Savior to us. We ourselves may be poor and in bondage too, in need of liberation; yet at the same time all of us who have been given a share in the joy of deliverance are sent to be companions of those who are poor and in bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who will step out along this road that leads from God's glory to the figure of the poor Child lying in the manger? Not the person who is taking a walk for his own pleasure. He will walk along other paths that are more likely to run in the opposite direction, paths that lead from the misery of his own existence toward some imaginary or dreamed-up attempt at a heaven, whether of a brief pleasure or of a long oblivion. The only one to journey from heaven, through the world, to the hell of the lost, is he who is aware, deep in his heart, of a mission to do so; such a one obeys a call that is stronger than his own comfort and his resistance. This is a call that has complete power and authority over my life; I submit to it because it comes from a higher plane than my entire existence. It is an appeal to my heart, demanding the investment of my total self; its hidden, magisterial radiance obliges me, willy-nilly, to submit. I may not know who it is that so takes me into his service. But one thing I do know: if l stay locked within myself, if I seek myself, I shall not find the peace that is promised to the man on whom God's favor rests. I must go. I must enter the service of the poor and imprisoned. I must lose my soul if I am to regain it, for so long as I hold onto it, I shall lose it. This implacable, silent word (which yet is so unmistakable) burns in my heart and will not leave me in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other lands there are millions who are starving, who work themselves to death for a derisory day's wage, heartlessly exploited like cattle. There too are the slaughtered peoples whose wars cannot end because certain interests (which are not theirs) are tied up with the continuance of their misery. And I know that all my talk about progress and mankind's liberation will be dismissed with laughter and mockery by all the realistic forecasters of mankind's next few decades. Indeed, I only need to open my eyes and ears, and I shall hear the cry of those unjustly oppressed growing louder every day, along with the clamor of those who are resolved to gain power at any price, through hatred and annihilation. These are the superpowers of darkness; in the face of them all our courage drains away, and we lose all belief in the mission that resides in our hearts, that mission that was once so bright, joyous and peace bringing; we lose all hope of really finding the poor Child wrapped in swaddling clothes. What can my pitiful mission achieve, this drop of water in the white-hot furnace? What is the point of my efforts, my dedication, my sacrifice, my pleading to God for a world that is resolved to perish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Be not afraid; for behold, I bring you Good News of a great joy... This day is born the Savior", that is, he who, as Son of God and Son of the Father, has traveled (in obedience to the Father) the path that leads away from the Father and into the darkness of the world. Behind him omnipotence and freedom; before, powerlessness, bonds and obedience. Behind him the comprehensive divine vision; before him the prospect of the meaninglessness of death on the Cross between two criminals, Behind him the bliss of life with the Father; before him, grievous solidarity with all who do not know the Father, do not want to know him and deny his existence. Rejoice then, for God himself has passed this way! The Son took with him the awareness of doing the Father's will. He took with him the unceasing prayer that the Father's will would be done on the dark earth as in the brightness of heaven. He took with him his rejoicing that the Father had hidden these things from the wise and revealed them to babes, to the simple and the poor. "I am the way", and this way is "the truth" for you; along this way you will find "the life". Along "the way" that I am you will learn to lose your life in order to find it; you will learn to grow beyond yourselves and your insincerity into a truth that is greater than you are. From a worldly point of view everything may seem very dark; your dedication may seem unproductive and a failure. But do not be afraid: you are on God's path. "Let not your hearts be troubled: believe in God; believe also in me." I am walking on ahead of you and blazing the trail of Christian love for you. It leads to your most inaccessible brother, the person most forsaken by God. But it is the path of divine love itself. You are on the right path. All who deny themselves in order to carry out love's commission are on the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miracles happen along this path. Apparently insignificant miracles, noticed by hardly anyone. The very finding of a Child wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger is this not a miracle in itself? Then there is the miracle when a particular mission, hidden in a person's heart, really reaches its goal, bringing God's peace and joy where there were nothing but despair and resignation; when someone succeeds in striking a tiny light in the midst of an overpowering darkness. When joy irradiates a heart that no longer dared to believe in it. Now and again we ourselves are assured that the angel's word we are trying to obey will bring us to the place where God's Word and Son is already made man. We are assured that, in spite of all the noise and nonsense, today, December 25, is Christmas just as truly as two millennia ago. Once and for all God has started out on his journey toward us, and nothing, till the world's end, will stop him from coming to us and abiding in us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks very much to my new Facebook friend Greg Wolfe for posting this link!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-2649080706186695496?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2649080706186695496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=2649080706186695496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/2649080706186695496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/2649080706186695496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/into-dark-with-god-christmas-meditation.html' title='Incarnation'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-9035707838869819855</id><published>2008-12-27T00:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:21:40.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDPwtRY-G_Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDPwtRY-G_Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-9035707838869819855?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9035707838869819855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=9035707838869819855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/9035707838869819855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/9035707838869819855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/resolution.html' title='resolution'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-2074931559779179838</id><published>2008-12-24T19:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:18:24.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Pope Benedict XVI</title><content type='html'>"Before we can say 'I am Yours,' He has already told us, 'I am yours.'  ...With His Incarnation, He said, 'I am yours.'  And in Baptism He said to me, 'I am yours.'  In the Holy Eucharist, He always repeats this 'I am yours,' so that we may answer, 'Lord, I am Yours'.  - Pope Benedict XVI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-2074931559779179838?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2074931559779179838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=2074931559779179838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/2074931559779179838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/2074931559779179838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-pope-benedict-xvi.html' title='From Pope Benedict XVI'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-9031048304354234031</id><published>2008-12-18T10:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:10:28.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ten minute video about a community of Poor Clares in Ireland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flvplayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.lovetobecatholic.com/player.swf" width="450" height="346" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="config=http://www.lovetobecatholic.com/videoConfigXmlCodeNew.php?vid=2145&amp;amp;randid=495" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-9031048304354234031?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9031048304354234031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=9031048304354234031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/9031048304354234031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/9031048304354234031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/ten-minute-video-about-community-of.html' title='A ten minute video about a community of Poor Clares in Ireland.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-6975927209597748630</id><published>2008-12-06T22:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:32:11.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.crwflags.com/art/miscflags/redcross.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.crwflags.com/art/miscflags/redcross.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blood banks across the country struggle to collect enough blood to meet the needs of their patients.  The time between Thanksgiving and Christmas is especially challenging.  People are filled with holiday cheer, but they're also preoccupied with holiday busy-ness.  They don't think about giving blood, and if they do it's hard to find the time.  If you're able, please try to donated sometime soon.  Thanks to generous blood donors, patients who receive life saving transfusions will be around next year to celebrate the holidays with their families.  If you have any questions about blood donation, your friendly American Red Cross phlebotomist (me) would love to answer them for you.  Thanks for considering a cause that's very close to my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-6975927209597748630?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6975927209597748630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=6975927209597748630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6975927209597748630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6975927209597748630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/blood-banks-across-country-struggle-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-4962234725157621751</id><published>2008-12-02T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:44:35.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid Cathedral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mybaseballbias.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/p-640-480-41eaaa46-7889-475b-9276-bdc6b12fa242.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 640px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mybaseballbias.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/p-640-480-41eaaa46-7889-475b-9276-bdc6b12fa242.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't it breathtaking?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-4962234725157621751?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4962234725157621751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=4962234725157621751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/4962234725157621751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/4962234725157621751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/madrid-cathedral.html' title='Madrid Cathedral'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-8658827947237989085</id><published>2008-11-29T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:05:06.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rdivOmbo4ZA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rdivOmbo4ZA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-8658827947237989085?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8658827947237989085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=8658827947237989085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8658827947237989085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8658827947237989085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-this-song.html' title='I love this song!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-5298090960549851399</id><published>2008-11-20T14:32:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:13:39.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 random things about me</title><content type='html'>I guess I've always known this day would come. I've been tagged. Annie of &lt;a href="http://anniecanhazcheezburger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Well, That Would Be Telling&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with the 7 random things meme. Unfortunately, this meme has already gone around most of the blogs I read, so I don't think I have anyone left to tag. I can, however, tell you 7 random things you didn't know about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I HATE being sung to on my birthday. And if you think it might be funny to do it anyway, I can't be held responsible for the outcome. Please, please, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; don't sing to me. I mean it. Just don't.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I took a "which &lt;em&gt;The Office&lt;/em&gt; character are you?" quiz once. I was sure the result would be Phylis. No, it was Dwight. Dwight! I was horrified. Still am.&lt;br /&gt;3.) My mom is gay - transgendered actually - and most of the people in my life can't comprehend how the daughter of a lesbian could possible end up a cloistered nun. I'm asked about it on an almost daily basis. I can't understand what the problem is here. I really don't get it. It baffles me that so many people are baffled.&lt;br /&gt;3a.) Because I was raised by a mom who thinks she's my dad, I can't do my hair, paint my nails, etc. I can, however build a bookshelf, change a tire, plunge a toilet and split firewood.&lt;br /&gt;4.) For years, some friends and I have played this "perfect man" game. We create the perfect man by adding up percentages of men who actually exist. My current perfect man: 50% Thomas Merton, 20% Steven Colbert, 10% Bobby Flay, 10% Lasagna Man from the lasagna episode of &lt;em&gt;Throwdown with Bobby Flay&lt;/em&gt;, 5% Johnny Depp in &lt;em&gt;Willy Wonka&lt;/em&gt; (minus the greenish complexion), 5% Johnny Depp in &lt;em&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) For me, changing into my pajamas is like hitting reset. When work is really crazy, I just keep telling myself "In a few more hours, you'll be in your pajamas and everything will be all better." Poor Clares don't have pajamas - they sleep in their habits. Not sure how well I'm going to handle that.&lt;br /&gt;6.) I take voice lesson with the cantor at my parish so that I'll be able to chant on key once I'm in the convent. If this seems silly to you it's because you have no idea how unbelievably badly I used to sing. Now I actually do okay. I've actually said the words "I rocked Vespers last night." I meant it too - I rocked it hard.&lt;br /&gt;7.) I think it would be nice to have a little farm. Every morning I'd milk the cow and gather eggs from the chickens. Maybe the nuns will get some animals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have no one left to tag with this meme, I think I'll make up a new one. We'll call it the 3 meme. Here are the rules: answer the three questions and tag three people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) If you had to give one million dollars to any 3 charities, which ones would you choose and why?&lt;br /&gt;2.) If you could only ever read 3 books again, which books would you choose and why?&lt;br /&gt;3.) If you could somehow incorporate 3 people (living or dead) into your family who would you want to be realted to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Annie of &lt;a href="http://anniecanhazcheezburger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Well, that would be telling...&lt;/a&gt;, David of &lt;a href="http://stinkystarbuckle.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Roman Catholic Convert&lt;/a&gt; and Scott of &lt;a href="http://scottdodge.blogspot.com/"&gt;Καθολικός διάκονος &lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-5298090960549851399?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5298090960549851399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=5298090960549851399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5298090960549851399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5298090960549851399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-guess-ive-always-known-this-day-would.html' title='7 random things about me'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-8905651743151386541</id><published>2008-11-16T07:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:49:19.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Mass readings can be found &lt;a href="http://www.usccb.org/nab/111608.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  The Gospel reading from Matthew is the parable of the talents in which a master going on a trip entrusts three servants with three different amounts of money.  The servants who were given five talents and two talents both took what was given to them and doubled it.  Their reward was to be invited to share their master's joy.  One of my big rants this political season has been that those of us who have so much should be grateful, and in gratitude we should want others to be blessed as well.  Hopefully, we'd then figure out that God blessed us in these ways so that others could be blessed through us.  Instead we hoard what we're given and look down our noses at those who don't have health care, citizenship, homes, adequate education, employment, grocery money, etc.  Worse yet, we find a way to tell ourselves that it's all their fault they don't have these things, that we worked hard and deserve what we have and we're not going to let someone take it from us - "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;, it's not fair!"  The gifts we are given aren't to be grasped at and clung to, they are meant to be shared.  Why?  Because the good God &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; is a sign that points to the Good God &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;.  The love of God is profuse; it should overflow every vessel it's poured into so that the good God does &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; us becomes the Good God does &lt;em&gt;through&lt;/em&gt; us.  The reward for this is the act itself - we are privileged to share in the life and work of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk about the third servant.  He took the talent he was given and &lt;em&gt;out of fear&lt;/em&gt; he buried it.  When his master returns, the servant brings the coin back and is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;severly&lt;/span&gt; punished for not using what he had been given.  His talent is taken from him and given to the servant who made good use what he had been entrusted with.  What's saddest to me about this parable is that the last servant says to his master "I knew you were a demanding person, harvesting where you did not plant and gathering where you did not scatter; so out of fear I went off and buried your talent in the ground."  He losses the opportunity to fully participate in the life and love of God because he was afraid.  But the only people who are afraid of God are the ones who don't know who He really is.  They see what He does, but they're confused about the why and the how and the role their supposed to play in all this.  So they keep their heads down and just try their best not to screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the servants who understood the plan had gone to their brother and offered to help him?  What if they had said something like, "There's no need to be afraid.  Our Master is demanding, it's true, but it's because He knows what you're capable of doing and who you are capable of being, and He loves you too much to let you settle for anything less.  In serving our Master, you'll become that person He knows you can be, and you'll be a part of helping all of creation become what it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to be as well.  And you don't have to do it alone - we're in this with you, and He's in this with all of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then maybe the other servant could chime in with something along the lines of, "I know it's hard, and it can be scary.  I've messed up over and over again.  But each time I do I go to my Master and tell Him I'm sorry, and He helps me make it right.  What matters most is that you love Him enough to want to serve Him and be a part of what He's doing in the world and in all of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to support and encourage each other in living our Christian faith.  This is why God gave us the Church.  This is why we gather together to be fed by the Eucharist.  I'm off to Mass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-8905651743151386541?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8905651743151386541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=8905651743151386541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8905651743151386541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8905651743151386541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-mass-readings-can-be-found-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-6798857545289640293</id><published>2008-11-14T22:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:17:45.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long van ride home</title><content type='html'>So I have a low grade infection in the kidney they did the operation on.  It's not too serious, but it's causing a lot of inflammation, so the doctor said I had to do a run of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;methylprednisolone&lt;/span&gt; (steroids) which makes me more than a little crazy.  I almost never talk about my past at work unless someone asks me about it directly.  Tonight though, it was like I had no filter - so what started out as a conversation about which beers I like at my favorite microbrewery turned into a pretty detailed description of my former life.  I think this was good for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  I've tried to explain to my coworkers on literally hundreds of occasions that even though I'm going to be nun I'm still a regular person just like them - nothing special, nothing better or worse than anybody else.  Some of them get it, but most of them still have this tripped out picture of the religious life that seems to be a cross between Sister Act and The Sound of Music (maybe with a little Dogma thrown in.)  I want them to understand that I'm not this perfect person who had some vision and now is locking herself away with Jesus in an ivory-tower-convent.  I'm a person who encountered the Love of God and was blown away and said "I want to love like this too, please will You show me how?"  And when the answer took the form of a vocation to the &lt;a href="http://www.poor-clares.org/"&gt;Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Clares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I said yes because even though I was scared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shitless&lt;/span&gt; something deeper than the fear said that if the call came from that Love it would be okay somehow - more than okay actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)  When one coworker asked me if I ever miss doing some of the things I used to do I was able to answer that question for myself as well as for her.  When I look back and remember the drugs and the sex and the parties and the craziness there are a few images that make me shudder, but most of the time I really was having fun.  And I do miss it a little sometimes.  But my life now is so much &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; than fun - it's filled with a significance that was there all along but that I was unaware of before.  It's not that I wasn't happy - I was, but that happiness seemed fleeting and superficial and directionless.  I used to think that religion, especially Christianity, restricted people and made them less than themselves.  Turns out that understanding who I am in relationship to the God who created me and loves me is making me more myself.  Living in the awareness of perfect Love is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; liberating.  Now and again, I catch glimpses of this person I never would have thought I could be - couldn't even have imagined - and I realize that this is who God wants me to be - who He created me to be.  Faith tells me that the love of God is turning me into that person and that He's doing this for all of creation as well.  I want to cooperate with Him, give Him free reign to keep doing what He's been doing.  So yes, I do look back once in a while, and I miss some stuff.  But I'm much more intigued by, and grateful for, what I see when I look ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-6798857545289640293?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6798857545289640293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=6798857545289640293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6798857545289640293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6798857545289640293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-van-ride-home.html' title='A long van ride home'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-847014142109586929</id><published>2008-11-13T08:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:57:37.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Frances Xavier Cabrini, pray for us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.casanatalecabrini.com/immagini/Francesca_Cabrini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://www.casanatalecabrini.com/immagini/Francesca_Cabrini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What shall we not do for the love of such a loving God, so generous that He has called us to follow Him so closely and to continue the mission of Jesus on earth!  Let us correspond to so great a love.  Let us be generous, and remember that the salvation of the world is entrusted to our charity.  We can do nothing because we are poor and weak, but let us have a lively faith and trust in Him who strengthens us.  Let us expand our hearts to help so many souls lying under the yoke of the king of darkness.  With the fire of our love, let us break the heavy chains keeping them bound in the terrible service of the devil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we see our efforts are unsuccessful, let us throw ourselves at the feet of Jesus.  Groaning over the world's iniquity, let us beg his divine heart to lay bare his infinite treasures of mercy.  Then let us return again to our work, without giving in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhaustion&lt;/span&gt;.  Hardships must never discourage the spouse of Christ; rather they should make her stronger and more determined.  Do not be dismayed by rejection and mockery.  Go forward always with the serenity and fortitude of angles, because you are the angels of the earth and so must continue on your way in the midst of so many contrary influences.  Everyone can be serene when things run smoothly; it is in difficult situations that fidelity and constancy are proven. - Saint Frances Xavier Cabrini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-847014142109586929?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/847014142109586929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=847014142109586929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/847014142109586929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/847014142109586929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/saint-frances-xavier-cabrini-pray-for.html' title='Saint Frances Xavier Cabrini, pray for us!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-7711447326830711550</id><published>2008-11-09T21:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:20:10.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A prayer from Pope John Paul II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theworkofgod.org/images/JohnPaull_II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.theworkofgod.org/images/JohnPaull_II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://halfthekingdom.org/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/tj200805051247-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy Spirit, we appear before you as sinners, but gathered together in your name. Come among us, stay with us, enter into our hearts, teach us what to do and what direction to take. Show us what to choose so that, with your help, we may please you in all things. Be our counselor and the author of our purposes; you who with God the Father and his Son bear the name of glorious; you who love justice, do not let us become its destroyers. May our ignorance not lead us astray, success not deceive us, may our own interest or that of others not fail us. Bind us closely to you with the gift of your grace so that in you we may be one and never distant from the truth. And since we are gathered together in your name, may justice guided by love govern us in all things, so that we may do nothing against your will in the present, and by our good acts earn eternal reward for the future.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-7711447326830711550?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7711447326830711550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=7711447326830711550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/7711447326830711550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/7711447326830711550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayer-from-pope-john-paul-ii.html' title='A prayer from Pope John Paul II'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-1830422190017933240</id><published>2008-10-18T19:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:02:41.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vroma.org/images/mcmanus_images/caesardictquart_boston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.vroma.org/images/mcmanus_images/caesardictquart_boston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vroma.org/images/mcmanus_images/caesar_aeneasberlin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just had to share something from the homily of this evening's vigil Mass. The &lt;a href="http://www.usccb.org/nab/101908.shtml"&gt;gospel reading &lt;/a&gt;described the interaction between our Lord and the Pharisees where they ask him if they should pay the census tax. As you know, Jesus asks them who's image is stamped on the coin. When they answer that it is Caesar's image, Jesus tells them to give to Caesar what is Caesar's and to God what is God's. Father pointed out that the coin carries Caesar's image, but we are made in the image of God. He is imprinted on our hearts, and so we are His, and it is only right to offer Him our very selves. How beautiful that we are made to do this and given the grace to do this - this self donation is our destiny and the satisfaction of the desire of our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-1830422190017933240?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1830422190017933240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=1830422190017933240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1830422190017933240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1830422190017933240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-had-to-share-something-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-614399092780915884</id><published>2008-10-16T11:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:54:57.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Scoop from the bottom"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thomhackett.com/images/Food/old-fashioned-vegetable-beef-soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.thomhackett.com/images/Food/old-fashioned-vegetable-beef-soup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Several years ago, I was a waitress at a little restaurant in Michigan called the Parkway Inn. There was a regular customer who would always order soup with her dinner and demand that her waitress "scoop from the bottom." As I write this, I can hear her voice again, plain as day, and it makes me shiver a little. I used to get really angry when I waited on this woman. How selfish to demand all the good parts of the soup for yourself when that means leaving others with a less desirable portion! I realize that soup is a pretty insignifogant part of life, but her request pointed to a deeper mentality that really bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, I think that too many Americans vote for the politician they think will "scoop from the bottom" for them. "Joe the plumber" from last night's debate is a perfect example. Instead of feeling blessed and grateful that he has the money and opportunity to own his o&lt;a href="http://wednesdaychef.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/added_broth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://wednesdaychef.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/added_broth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wn b&lt;a href="http://www.tastyisland.net/images/myojo_shio_ramen_broth.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;usiness, Joe worries that he'll have to pay higher taxes and spend money to provide health insurance for his employees. I wish the American dream involved looking out for others and making sacrifices to so that we can all live a decent life. Instead it seems to mean that we do whatever it takes to stake a claim on the things that are important to us while leaving the more vulnerable members of the population to deal with the consequences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-614399092780915884?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/614399092780915884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=614399092780915884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/614399092780915884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/614399092780915884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/scoop-from-bottom.html' title='&quot;Scoop from the bottom&quot;'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-5196150080919828919</id><published>2008-10-13T20:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:27:38.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Give Me Your Eyes" by Brandon Heath</title><content type='html'>I could listen to this song on repeat for a week straight and not get sick of it.  It reminds me of an experience I had when I was about nine years old.  I was in the car with my mom, and we were waiting for the light to change at a very busy intersection.  Hundreds of cars were passing in front of me, and I suddenly realized that the people driving and riding in those cars all had lives, families, dreams, pain, etc.  I was filled with awe at the hugeness of humanity.  I realized for the first time that life is more than my tiny experience of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had simular encounters several times since then.  Driving on a highway.  Sitting in a NYC subway car.  At work when I think back on the people I came in contact with that day and wonder if I gave them anything of value, anything that might hint at how precious they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I went back to Michigan to visit my family.  As I was getting off the plane, I found myself unreasonably frustrated about how slowly everyone seemed to be moving.  Out of nowhere, this thought entered my mind, "What if you didn't see people as in your way?  What if you saw them as placed there for you to love?"  I thought of this song and prayed for grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3MbBWQE1RPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3MbBWQE1RPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-5196150080919828919?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5196150080919828919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=5196150080919828919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5196150080919828919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5196150080919828919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-could-listen-to-this-song-on-repeat.html' title='&quot;Give Me Your Eyes&quot; by Brandon Heath'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-5595412009934829250</id><published>2008-10-04T18:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:54:13.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Poor Man of Assisi, pray for us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxhEPsVXQH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxhEPsVXQH4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All day long, I've been trying to think of something wonderful to say about the spiritual father of the Poor Clares, but what I keep coming back to it this - St. Francis wouldn't want me to.  I think nothing would make him happier than to spend a few minutes in joyful praise of God and the infinite ways He reveals Himself to us, the children He loves.  I love this version of St. Francis' most well known and loved hymn.  Take your laptop someplace private and sing along!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-5595412009934829250?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5595412009934829250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=5595412009934829250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5595412009934829250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5595412009934829250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-poor-man-of-assisi-pray-for-us.html' title='Little Poor Man of Assisi, pray for us!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-7012718979078508186</id><published>2008-09-22T00:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:48:08.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Francisco Moreno</title><content type='html'>I ask your prayers for Francisco Moreno who passed away Saturday morning after a long and painful illness.  I didn't have the privilege of meeting him; I only knew about his situation because another member of our parish asked a group of us to keep him in our prayers.  Now, I hope he will pray for all of us before the throne of God.  Please consider joining me in a novena of &lt;a href="http://www.ewtn.com/Devotionals/mercy/dmmap.htm"&gt;Divine Mercy chaplets&lt;/a&gt; for his eternal rest and peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-7012718979078508186?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7012718979078508186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=7012718979078508186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/7012718979078508186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/7012718979078508186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/09/francisco-moreno.html' title='Francisco Moreno'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-3396437495403982057</id><published>2008-09-16T00:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:46:03.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night's supper</title><content type='html'>The following recipe was made, eaten and cleaned up in under 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-4 cloves of garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c chopped celery&lt;br /&gt;1/2 of an onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large heavy pot, saute the above ingredients in a little olive oil or butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cans of diced tomatoes, drained&lt;br /&gt;2 cans of beans, drained (I used great northern beans and kidney beans, but I think any kind you like would work)&lt;br /&gt;Enough vegetable or chicken stock to achieve the desire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consistency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any seasonings you like (I added a little oregano, parsley and basil)&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like, throw in a handful or two of any frozen vegetables you have on hand - I added spinach and carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to keep things healthy, stop there.  If you're not worried so much about the healthiness or are incapable of eating anything without cheese (raising my hand) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ladle&lt;/span&gt; out the servings, then top each with a handful of bread crumbs and a handful of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mozzarella&lt;/span&gt; cheese  to make a super-thick, super-cheesy bowl of goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-3396437495403982057?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3396437495403982057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=3396437495403982057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3396437495403982057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3396437495403982057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-nights-supper.html' title='Last night&apos;s supper'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-5884059980584414470</id><published>2008-09-12T13:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:54:55.842-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RCIA'/><title type='text'>RCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.churchcandlesonline.com/images/rcia-candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.churchcandlesonline.com/images/rcia-candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another year of RCIA has begun! What a blessing to accompany people on this journey and see God at work in their lives! I ask your prayers for all those who seek God or seek to know and love Him better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O God, you have redeemed us and adopted us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grant to your beloved children that their belief in Christ may bring them true liberty and an eternal inheritance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God for ever and ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-5884059980584414470?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5884059980584414470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=5884059980584414470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5884059980584414470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5884059980584414470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/09/rcia.html' title='RCIA'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-5640161660571449693</id><published>2008-09-08T13:27:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T02:52:42.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart's definition of encounter</title><content type='html'>Today is (in edition to the Nativity our Blessed Mother) the anniversary of my father's death. He died six years ago; I was an 18 year old atheist at the time. He and I were never close, so I was grieving more for "what could have been" than for him. I had a sense that the essence of my father still existed - that a part of him was very much alive - but I attributed this to a lack of closure or wishful thinking. These explanations felt incomplete and insincere, but as an atheist I had to accept them or risk allowing myself to contemplate the possibility of there being more to life than what I could see and touch in the world around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years later, I was a new Christian, and when September 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; rolled around I was unsure about how to remember my father's death in light of my eight month old faith. I was an Episcopalian at the time, and my parish was very "low church" so there were no candles to light or Masses to offer. I had come to believe in purgatory though, so I knew that my prayers could help my father if he was there - I just didn't know what to say. I went to our tiny church and prayed for God to be merciful and help my father in any way He could. It didn't feel like it was helping the way it sometimes does when I pray. I didn't know what to think about that. I decided to go up to Salt Lake City to the Roman Catholic Cathedral. I had been there once before on the Feast of the Assumption - my Episcopalian parish didn't celebrate Marian holidays the way some do - and I remembered how I had felt caught up in something powerful during that Mass. I wanted to feel that again and somehow make my father a part of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to Salt Lake City with a lot of extra time to kill. I remembered a friend telling me to check out the downtown public library. After exploring for a while I rode the elevator to the rooftop terrace (my friend had told me not to miss this.) My head was down as I stepped outside, so the view hit me full force, all at once when I looked up. On the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor, above the surrounding buildings and power lines, there was nothing to block my view of the mountains I had come to love since moving to Utah about a year before. They seemed so close - strong and comforting. As I stood there in awe I suddenly knew that God had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;foreseen&lt;/span&gt; this moment when He made those mountains. I don't think He made them just for me, but He did know that I'd be standing on that terrace on that day and those mountains would bring me peace. Since that day, whenever someone talks about an encounter with God, the memory of that moment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; comes to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Mass with a grateful heart. I had experienced God's love and providence in a profound and personal way and knew that providence extended to my father as well. When the priest announced that we were celebrating the birth of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Virgin&lt;/span&gt; Mary, I was filled with joy. Almost from the moment of my conversion, I knew that our Blessed Mother had brought me to her Son. I was grateful to know that my father is linked to her in a special way. Our Lady's entire life is a sign that points to the promises of Christ. These promises give me hope for my father, myself, and all of humanity. It is a beautiful blessing to celebrate my Mother's birth on the day I remember my father's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wf-f.org/WFFResource/Mary%20Birth-Murillo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thy birth, O Virgin Mother of God, heralded joy to all the world. For from thou hast risen the Sun of justice, Christ our God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destroying the curse, He gave blessing; and damning death, He bestowed on us life everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb! For from thou hast risen the Sun of justice, Christ our God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-5640161660571449693?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5640161660571449693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=5640161660571449693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5640161660571449693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5640161660571449693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-is-in-edition-to-nativity-our.html' title='My heart&apos;s definition of encounter'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-3222777434554025185</id><published>2008-09-04T00:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:51:48.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It looks like I won't be posting for about 2 weeks.  Complications from my surgery have landed me flat on my back (sitting is almost unbearable) until the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stent&lt;/span&gt; in my kidney is removed.  I'm still reading other people's blogs though (I print off the posts and read them lying down) so please keep feeding me the good stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-3222777434554025185?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3222777434554025185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=3222777434554025185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3222777434554025185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3222777434554025185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-looks-like-i-wont-be-posting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-9105524183035291961</id><published>2008-08-30T01:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:15:00.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel totally overwhelmed by people and relationships. I was feeling like that today. I told Jesus I just wanted to crawl inside His heart and make it all go away for a little while. He told me I am always welcome in His heart, but that's where all of humanity is as well, so if I'm trying to escape the human race I should probably figure out a different plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-9105524183035291961?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9105524183035291961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=9105524183035291961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/9105524183035291961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/9105524183035291961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-321847009846856231</id><published>2008-08-28T01:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T03:26:25.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shjolg.com/images/Jesus%20healing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.shjolg.com/images/Jesus%20healing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if the wounds inflicted by suffering didn't have a chance to fester and breed bitterness and hatred? What if kindness, mercy and charity got there first and cleansed, soothed and bandaged the wounds? Love would have a chance to heal the wounds, and the wounded would be pointed to Love Himself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know I'm not saying anything new here. Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed by human suffering and its all-too-common, lingering effects - bitterness and hatred. When the pain I see all around me becomes oppressive, the above turns into a sort of prayer/personal battle cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I also like a quote from a &lt;a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/2008/08/fear-is-absence-of-love.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/"&gt;Conversion Diary&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Fear is the absence of love.&lt;/em&gt; I summon this quote most often in situations where I have no idea what to do or how to help. Looking deeper, I have to admit that this "not knowing" is a result of trying desperately to avoid awkwardness and failure. The quote reminds me that the more I love, the less worried I am about my abilities or image - love takes over and I act. As I become more other-focused, I become less self-focused. Since most fears are rooted in self doubt, they turn into faint background noise when we focus on other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Returning to the quote - if I turn the l in love into a capitol L, I'm reminded of something else. God is Love. When I give up or refuse to take action because of fear, I'm denying myself a chance to be used by Love Himself to love those who are hurting. I'm making it about me instead of about Him. I'm worried about what I think I can't do instead of glorying in all that He is doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A personal note related to love and healing - a deep, heart-felt thank you to everyone who prayed for me in the days leading up to my surgery. My operation went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; well, I got to go home from the hospital a day early, and aside from a brief tussle with an infection, my recovery is going great. Your love and prayers are a sign that constantly points me to God, and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inexpressibly&lt;/span&gt; grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-321847009846856231?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/321847009846856231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=321847009846856231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/321847009846856231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/321847009846856231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-if-wounds-inflicted-by-suffering.html' title='Love and healing'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-3794918403835442211</id><published>2008-08-22T00:34:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T04:30:38.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giussani in Korea??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like &lt;a href="http://blog.siena.org/2008/08/price-of-freedom.html"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt;about human freedom which I found on &lt;a href="http://blog.siena.org/"&gt;Intentional Disciples.&lt;/a&gt; Interestingly, none of the people who post on this blog (to the best of my knowledge) are members of &lt;a href="http://www.clonline.us/"&gt;Communion and Liberation&lt;/a&gt;, but the perspective is very &lt;em&gt;Is It Possible to Live This Way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'd also like to acknowledge the memorial of the Queenship of Our Lady. I love that this remembrance follows so closely on the heals of the Feast of the Assumption - a beautiful reminder that destiny doesn't end with the conclusion of our earthly life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.museum-replicas.com/images/productimages/small/angelico_coronation%20of%20the%20virgin-red.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy Mary, Queen of heaven and earth, please pray for us!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through your intercession, may we live with awareness and intention.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through your intercession may we fully realize, embrace and become our destiny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy Mary, Mother of the Restoration of our freedom, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-3794918403835442211?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3794918403835442211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=3794918403835442211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3794918403835442211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3794918403835442211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/giussani-in-korea.html' title='Giussani in Korea??'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-372141906036547835</id><published>2008-08-19T00:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:28:11.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice and Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.icatholic.org/icimagetw/2008/200811Symbol1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.icatholic.org/icimagetw/2008/200811Symbol1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When asked about her training methods during an interview, an Olympic marathoner recently said "I don't believe in sacrifices, I believe in choices." I've been thinking about this ever since. I understand the difference she's referring to in regards to athletic goals, but what is the difference between sacrifice and choice in life outside of the "bird's nest?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what I've got so far: I think choice is about following your own destiny - decisions either take you closer to your destiny or further away from it. Sacrifice, on the other hand, concerns the destiny of others - the obvious example of this is Jesus Christ freeing all of us to pursue destiny by sacrificing Himself. All sacrifices must be choices though; we have to freely cooperate with God's grace because He will never force us to love Him. Sacrifice always involves faith in a God who has decided to bring about the salvation of the world through us. We make sacrificial choices that put others before ourselves and we trust that in giving us the grace to make this sacrifice, God is bringing us closer to our destiny as well - along with the rest of creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why community is so very important. It constantly reminds us that we all share one common destiny - the God who lovingly created us for union with Himself - and we cannot get there on our own because that common Goal draws us together. Community also provides endless opportunities for sacrifice. Since we become children of God by being bound to Christ in baptism, we live out our destiny as heirs of the kingdom in union with Him through our sacrifices. This is something I've come to understand much better through my kidney problems. I wanted so badly to suffer bravely when the pain was really difficult. I trusted that God could do something beautiful with my suffering, but until recently I didn't understand how this all happens. I think I'm starting to get it now - kinda. Christ doesn't need my help to save the world - He allows me to share in his work because in doing so He makes me into the person the Father created me to be. No one can reach their destiny without sacrificing his/herself, and sacrifice &lt;em&gt;must &lt;/em&gt;be done for others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll probably be thinking about sacrifice and choice for a long time, so if you have anything to add I'd love to hear your thoughts. Looking back over what I've just written, it all seems very elementary to me - stuff I already knew. But through my experiences, I'm beginning to connect and understand these ideas on a deeper level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-372141906036547835?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/372141906036547835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=372141906036547835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/372141906036547835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/372141906036547835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/sacrifice-and-choice.html' title='Sacrifice and Choice'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-2111860588368094958</id><published>2008-08-15T13:21:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:13:27.967-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Our Blessed Mother's Assumption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.domestic-church.com/CONTENT.DCC/19980701.GRAPHICS/assumption.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.domestic-church.com/CONTENT.DCC/19980701.GRAPHICS/assumption.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love our Blessed Mother, and I love the Feast of the Assumption.  I have a hard time with most of the depictions of this event though.  I don't know a great deal about art - I only know what speaks to my soul - so maybe there's something I just don't get.  The beautiful paintings of myriads of cherubs gloriously whisking the Virgin Mary away just seem off to me.  I realize that these are artistic expressions and not a journalistic account, but it's the essence of the depictions that doesn't feel quite right.  Mary was the most profoundly human (human as in living in relationship to God) person to ever live.  The satisfaction of humanity is destiny - full union with the One we were created for full union with.  Our Lady lived this destiny perfectly throughout her earthly life, and when it was time for that life to come to a close, her destiny was actualized in a way that would not only justly reward the person she was but also serve the rest of Creation as a promise of what is to come - what is, in a way, going on right now.  Yes, this event - humanity fully sharing divinity - is glorious; I just picture it more simply.  I imagine a stirring in her heart, a quiet Voice speaking without words saying "It is time."  And then she was gone and yet more fully present then ever - able to be a mother to every single soul, not just those who were blessed enough to be in her physical vicinity.  Being the epitome of humanity, I think Mary's experience would be the epitome of human experience.  And God usually speaks to His children in a quiet simplicity that is infinitely more beautiful than all the cherubs anyone could ever paint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I write this though it seems very unfair to the artists who created these works.  How would you paint the Voice of God?  I think they did the best they could, knowing they would fall short but still compelled to try, trusting in God to do something beautiful with what ever they could offer in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is she who trusted that the Lord's word to her would be fulfilled!  May we see heaven as our goal and come to share in her glory!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-2111860588368094958?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2111860588368094958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=2111860588368094958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/2111860588368094958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/2111860588368094958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-blessed-mothers-assumption.html' title='Our Blessed Mother&apos;s Assumption'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-1129781767024576602</id><published>2008-08-15T00:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T02:13:18.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah and Giussani</title><content type='html'>I'm watching a rerun of an episode of Oprah entitled "Why Did You Get Married?" The show only started 10 minutes ago, and I'm already shocked by the answers to the title question. Almost everyone answered with some variation of "I don't know." When Oprah asked them about their expectations for marriage most of the responses were similar. I don't understand how anyone could undertake something that huge without an equally huge amount of prayer, discussion, introspection and preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has certainly highlighted for me the importance of living with intention. If I had to sum up the message of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Is it Possible to Live This Way?&lt;/span&gt; in one word (please don't make me!) I would have to choose THINK. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Giussani&lt;/span&gt; constantly challenges us to examine our minds, hearts and lives. I'm very new to &lt;a href="http://www.clonline.us/"&gt;Communion and Liberation&lt;/a&gt;, and I'm just starting to be able to put my experience of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;charism&lt;/span&gt; into words. One of my favorite things I've learned through the movement so far is that we (we as in human beings, not just members of CL) should never allow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; or each other to mindlessly coast. Better still are the underlying implications of this: we are worth more than what we would settle for if it weren't for Jesus Christ. Through Christ, with Christ, and in Christ this "more" which would have been lost in original sin is not only restored but made truly present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-1129781767024576602?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1129781767024576602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=1129781767024576602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1129781767024576602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1129781767024576602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/oprah-and-giussani.html' title='Oprah and Giussani'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-6156160373320284507</id><published>2008-08-13T22:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:41:45.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer request</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crossroadsinitiative.com/pics/Coronation_of_the_Blessed_Virgin_Mary_Assuption.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 269px;" src="http://www.crossroadsinitiative.com/pics/Coronation_of_the_Blessed_Virgin_Mary_Assuption.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aquinasandmore.com/images/benedict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 269px;" src="http://www.aquinasandmore.com/images/benedict.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you may or may not know, I'm scheduled for kidney surgery on the 22nd. I'm starting a novena today and asking for your prayers.   St. Benedict is the patron Saint of kidney issues, and he's been very helpful thus far.  The 22nd is the memorial of the Queenship of Our Lady, and she's always been gratuitously good to me, so  I'm feeling blessed all around.&lt;br /&gt;This whole situation has actually been a blessing because I've learned so much.  My understanding of God's goodness has been deepened and broadened.  His goodness transcends our limited experience.  It's not just what He does, it's Who He is!  I've experienced His love and strength in countless ways, but I sense it most through the prayers of those who care about me.  This strengthens my faith in my vocation - I hope my prayers can help others (especially those who suffer) to encounter the love of God who is Love Himself.  Thank you for your prayers - past, present and future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-6156160373320284507?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6156160373320284507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=6156160373320284507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6156160373320284507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6156160373320284507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer request'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-7414628351862799698</id><published>2008-08-12T04:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T04:20:58.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A middle of the night prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holy St. Clare, beautiful in every way, I feel so blessed in my calling to be one of your spiritual daughters. Please pray for me, and obtain for me the grace to love our Lord with all that I am. This is the desire of my heart.  Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-7414628351862799698?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7414628351862799698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=7414628351862799698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/7414628351862799698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/7414628351862799698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/middle-of-night-prayer.html' title='A middle of the night prayer'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-642123840404581560</id><published>2008-08-11T00:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T03:02:16.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy St. Clare, pray for us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cathcemsbflo.com/cm03_stcla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cathcemsbflo.com/cm03_stcla.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"O          wondrous blessed clarity of Clare!  In life she shone to a few; after death she shines on the whole world!  On earth she was a clear light, now in heaven she is a brilliant sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; O how great the vehemence of the brilliance of this clarity!  On earth this light was indeed kept within cloistered walls, yet shone abroad it’s shining rays; it was confined within a convent cell, yet spread itself through the whole world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;CLARE, a close friend of St. Francis of Assisi, lived in the 13th Century. Her reputation was like that of Mother Teresa of     Calcutta, "a saint in our midst".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;CLARE was born into a wealthy family, educated in the domestic arts of spinning and needle work, reading and writing.   She knew about St. Francis because of his love for the poor. Francis' father was a successful cloth merchant. In 1204 Francis    enlisted in Assisi's war with Perugia. After a year as a prisoner of war, his view of     society and its social structures was forever altered.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;During this time, urban development was beginning and capitalism was in its infancy. Goods were    created through cheap labor and poor working conditions. Francis could see that the poor    were most harmed by capitalism and urbanization. He left his father's business and began a    simple life dependent on God. He begged and preached in the streets of Assisi and    ultimately formed the community of Friars Minor.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;IN 1210 Clare heard Francis preach detachment from things and money, to live in     faith, that God will provide as God cares for the birds of the air (Matt 6).                  &lt;img src="http://www.rc.net/saginaw/srsclare/images/Assisi2.jpg" alt="Assisi" align="right" border="0" height="261" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;IN 1212 Clare left her family and joined Francis. Inspired by Francis' faith,     Clare lived and believed in Divine Providence. She depended on God to supply what she and     the community needed. Her small group of followers became known as Poor Clares.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;IN the document on her canonization in 1255, a number of miracles are re-told.     Once, finding an empty jar of oil filled when they were in need, Clare believed God had     filled it as "a gift of divine generosity". Clare accepted all things and people     as a gift from God. She lived among her community as an equal doing daily works with     everyone else. She was attentive to the well-being of each sister. Once Clare suspected a     sister was suffering from depression and gave her extra sensitivity and care. The nun was     restored to health and peace of heart, the canonization document says. The "Legend of     Clare" tells us she healed a young boy with an emotional disorder.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;FRANCIS also respected Clare's gifts of listening and insights. He and the brothers went     to Clare whenever they had to make an important decision. Pope Gregory IX, a regular     visitor, often consulted her opinion. Soon Clare and her communities became known for     their care and prayers for people in need.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;CLARE was canonized two years after her death and thousands of women still follow her     inspiration as Poor Clares around the world. We are blessed to be among these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-642123840404581560?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/642123840404581560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=642123840404581560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/642123840404581560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/642123840404581560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/holy-st-clare-pray-for-us.html' title='Holy St. Clare, pray for us!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-6054245639722232789</id><published>2008-08-07T14:05:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:42:27.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripture'/><title type='text'>The point of no return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jesus went into the region of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caesarea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Philippi &lt;/span&gt;and he asked his disciples,“Who do people say that the Son of Man is?” They replied, “Some say John the Baptist, others Elijah,still others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.” He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?” Simon Peter said in reply, “You are the Christ, the Son of the living&lt;br /&gt;God.” Jesus said to him in reply, “Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my heavenly Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Peter takes a huge step, &lt;em&gt;the step&lt;/em&gt;, in this passage. Those who thought of Jesus as a prophet, teacher, healer, etc still had an out. They could follow Him without fully investing themselves. They could listen to His teachings and say "That was interesting." or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, something to think about." When Jesus taught something that was difficult for them to accept, they could ignore that part of His message. When following Him began to cost them something, they could fade away and go back to business as usual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When Peter proclaimed that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, the Messiah, the One they had all been waiting for, he passed a point of no return. When another person - no matter how wise he or she is - tells you something, you can choose whether or not to believe it, accept it, allow it to affect you. This doesn't make sense when it's God doing the talking. It's irrational and untrue to ourselves to go against the One who created and sustains us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think of Peter following Jesus in the weeks and months before this exchange and wonder what was going on inside his mind and his soul. I imagine this Reality of all realities slowly growing in his heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Could He be the Christ... this isn't how I pictured the Messiah... no He can't be - He's a carpenter from Nazareth... but He's not just a carpenter, there's something more there... there's something about Him - I can't name it and I don't understand it, but I can't deny it... what if He is..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I imagine this interior dialogue being fed by his experiences - experiences that answer some questions, but raise new ones. Until one day &lt;em&gt;the question&lt;/em&gt; is asked, the line is drawn, and something inside of him responds to invitation inside the question. There's no turning back now - he's all in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From that time on, Jesus began to show his disciples that he must go to Jerusalem and suffer greatly from the elders, the chief priests, and the scribes, and be killed and on the third day be raised.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The acceptance of this Truth changes everything else. It changes Peter and the other disciples, and it changes their relationship with Jesus. They are no longer spectators, they are participants. They are playing an active role in the story of the world's salvation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then Peter took Jesus aside and began to rebuke him, “God forbid, Lord! No such thing shall ever happen to you.” He turned and said to Peter, “Get behind me, Satan! You are an obstacle to me. You are thinking not as God does, but as human beings do.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But what is this role supposed to be? Peter gets it wrong because he forgets who Jesus is. He's shaken by the things Jesus tells them about what He will have to suffer. How could this happen? He's confused, angry and afraid. He slips back into his old mind set, and forgets that he is talking to the Son of God. How many times have I responded to God in faith, and then stumbled backwards? Thankfully, Jesus is there to rebuke me - show me where I'm wrong and remind me of who He is and who I am in relationship to Him. He reminds me that I'm no longer a subject but an heir to the Kingdom. He invites me to think as God does - to be in full communion with Him. Each time I pass a point of no return - this happens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;continuously&lt;/span&gt; throughout our lives as we're called deeper and deeper into the mystery of God - Jesus holds me to it. He won't let me be any less than the one He created me to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-6054245639722232789?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6054245639722232789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=6054245639722232789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6054245639722232789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6054245639722232789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/point-of-no-return.html' title='The point of no return'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-2224535178672933734</id><published>2008-08-06T13:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T03:56:44.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An answer that raises more questions</title><content type='html'>This started as a response to a question on &lt;a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/"&gt;http://www.conversiondiary.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I’m continuing with it as an exercise in articulating exactly who I believe God is and who we are in relationship to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created us because God is love and true love is always life giving, over flowing, profuse. True love seeks perfect union with the object of that love. True love also desires what is good for the one who is loved – so much so that He will sacrifice His very self for this end. God created us out of love, but because He loves us He couldn’t stop there – He continues to long for us. He wants us to share in His divine nature, in the communion of Father, Son and Holy Spirit. This is also what is good for us. Union with God is where we find perfect happiness, peace, truth, beauty – everything good. Union with God is also where we become all we have been created to be. To be one with God, we have to be like Him, and we need His help. We need contact with something holier than ourselves to become holy. Water cannot boil by trying really, really hard; it can only boil when it comes in contact with a source of heat – something it can’t make on its own. Recognizing this, we can see that God does not require our love and worship out of narcissism. God longs for us to allow Him to make us all we were created to be, but He will never force His love on us. Until we accept our dependence on God, He cannot help us. Those who think they are healthy will not let a doctor care for them – even if they are in fact very ill. Submitting to God should not come from being crushed by the fist of guilt or shame or fear. Opening ourselves to God should be a response to the Love He first lavished upon us. It doesn’t mean serving a cruel, faceless dictator; it means accepting the guidance of a Father who is Love and offers to make us into the same so we can perfectly share in this Love forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-2224535178672933734?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2224535178672933734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=2224535178672933734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/2224535178672933734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/2224535178672933734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/answer-that-raises-more-questions.html' title='An answer that raises more questions'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-9118204409041576329</id><published>2008-08-02T06:03:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:39:29.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray a novena to Saint Clare with me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invocation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O most Holy Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, we praise your Holy Name and the wonders of grace you worked in your servant, Saint Clare. Through her powerful intercession grant us the favours we beg in this novena, above all the grace to live and die as she did in your most Holy Love. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O Seraphic Saint Clare, first disciple of the Poor Man of Assisi, who hast abandoned all riches and honours for a life of sacrifice and of highest poverty, obtain from God for us the grace we ask(State your intention here...), that of always submitting to the Divine Will and of living confidently in the providence of our Heavenly Father. Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O Seraphic Saint Clare who, notwithstanding living separated from the world hast not forgotten the poor and the afflicted, but hast become a mother to them, sacrificing for them your riches and working for them innumerable miracles; obtain from God for us the grace we implore(State your intention here...), Christian charity towards our brethrenin all their spiritual and temporal needs.Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Third Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O Seraphic Saint Clare, light of your country, who hast delivered Italy from barbarous invaders; obtain from God for us the grace we implore(State your intention here...), that of overcoming all attacks of the world against faith and morals thus preserving in our families true Christian peace with a holy fear of God and a devotion to the Blessed Sacrament. Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fourth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blessed Saint Clare, whose very name means light, illumine the darkness of our minds and hearts so that we might see what God wishes us to do and perform it with a willing and joyful heart. Before your birth, a Heavenly voice foretold that you would be a light illuminating the world. Be a light to us in the sorrows and anxieties of this earthly life, and lead us into the eternal light of our home in Heaven. Amen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fifth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O Seraphic Saint Clare, whose virginal heart was great enough to love the whole world, take our petitions into your pure hands and present them to God. Pray for us that we may one day enter joyously before the throne of God. Let the light of your perfect purity consume the shadows of sin and corruption that darkens the world. Intercede by your innocence for our youth. Safeguard the peace of our homes and the unity of our family. Plead with your chaste love for all in peril. Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sixth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Generous Saint Clare, who left wealth and pleasure and all earthly goods to become the first spiritual daughter of Saint Francis and to serve God in the cloister, help us to commit our lives to God without limit or measure so that He may live in us and shine forth from us to all whose lives touch ours. You who loved souls so much as to make your life a continual sacrifice for them, obtain for us the graces we now implore and win for us the strength to praise God in suffering as well as in joy. Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seventh Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Faithful Saint Clare, loyal daughter of the Church, friend and confidante of popes, intercede for the holy Church and look graciously from Heaven on our holy Father Pope. Enlighten us to remove from our souls all that hinders the progress of the Church on earth. Grant that we may share your great love for the church of God and spread His kingdom on earth by a holy life. You, who worked miracles in the presence of the pope on earth, obtain for us the graces we need, now that you stand in the presence of the most high God in Heaven. Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eighth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Valiant Saint Clare, who fearlessly stood alone against the barbarous Saracens, trusting in the Blessed Sacrament as your only protection, enkindle in us a tender love for Jesus Christ; help us to live Eucharistic lives. You who saved your city of Assisi from plunder and ruin, protect our city and archdiocese, plead for our beloved country and the suffering world. A voice from the Sacred Host rewarded your trust with a promise: "I will always take care of you." Glorious Saint Clare, from your high place in Heaven, take care of us now in our earthly needs and guide us by your light to Heaven.Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ninth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gracious Saint Clare, who fulfilled your womanhood by a life of love in prayer and penance, help us to fulfill our destiny that we may one day greet you in Heaven. You who were consoled at your death by a vision of Christ band His Mother, obtain for us the grace that we may die under the special protection of God and enter into the life and bliss you now enjoy. Have pity on us who struggle, on us who mourn, and win for us the favours of God so that after this life we may come home to Him who lives and reigns forever and ever.Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Closing Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;V. Pray for us, Saint Clare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;R. That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us Pray:We Pray You, Lord, Grant us Your servants who celebrate the festival of Blessed Clare your Virgin, by her intercession, to be partakers of the joys of heaven and coheirs with Your only-begotten Son, Who being God, lives and reigns forever and ever. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-9118204409041576329?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9118204409041576329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=9118204409041576329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/9118204409041576329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/9118204409041576329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-pray-novena-to-saint-clare-with.html' title='Please pray a novena to Saint Clare with me!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-1179356690910502999</id><published>2008-07-31T23:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T05:18:06.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almighty God and Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mcc.uk.com/images/holdinghand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mcc.uk.com/images/holdinghand.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,  I started a prayer just as I have countless other times, but as I said "Father God" the hugeness, the beauty of this address crashed into my soul.  He is God, and we get to call Him Father. Awe and gratitude - the speechless, jaw dropped, hand-clutching-chest awe and gratitude inspired by a gift you didn't earn and don't deserve and could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;earn and will never (no matter how much I want to) deserve, but it's here and it's mine and He wants me to have it, He really, really does (deep sigh) - that's what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2162/2224174549_0db1f52872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2162/2224174549_0db1f52872.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-1179356690910502999?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1179356690910502999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=1179356690910502999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1179356690910502999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1179356690910502999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/almighty-god-and-father.html' title='Almighty God and Father'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2162/2224174549_0db1f52872_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-2843592905691461914</id><published>2008-07-11T05:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:36:51.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy St. Benedict, pray for us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.frpeterleung.com/images/stbenedict2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.frpeterleung.com/images/stbenedict2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Whenever you begin any good work you should first of all make a most pressing appeal to Christ our Lord to bring it to perfection; that he, who has honoured us by counting us among his children, may never be grieved by our evil deeds. For we must always serve him with the good things he has given us in such a way that he may never – as an angry father disinherits his sons or even like a master who inspires fear – grow impatient with our sins and consign us to everlasting punishment, like wicked servants who would not follow him to glory.So we should at long last rouse ourselves, prompted by the words of Scripture: Now is the time for us to rise from sleep. Our eyes should be open to the God-given light, and we should listen in wonderment to the message of the divine voice as it daily cries out: Today, if you shall hear his voice, harden not your hearts; and again: If anyone has ears to hear, let him listen to what the Spirit is saying to the churches. And what does the Spirit say? Come my sons, listen to me; I will teach you the fear of the Lord. Hurry, while you have the light of life, so that death’s darkness may not overtake you. And the Lord as he seeks the one who will do his work among the throng of people to whom he makes that appeal, says again: Which of you wants to live to the full; who loves long life and the enjoyment of prosperity? And, if when you hear this you say, I do, God says to you: If you desire true and everlasting life, keep your tongue from evil and your lips from deceit; turn away from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. And when you have done these things my eyes will be upon you and my ears will be attentive to your prayers; and before you call upon my name I shall say to you: Behold, I am here. What could be more delightful, dearest brothers, than the voice of our Lord’s invitation to us? In his loving kindness he reveals to us the way of life.And so, girded with faith and the performance of good works, let us follow in his paths by the guidance of the Gospel; then we shall deserve to see him who has called us into his kingdom. If we wish to attain a dwelling-place in his kingdom we shall not reach it unless we hasten there by our good deeds.Just as there exists an evil fervour, a bitter spirit, which divides us from God and leads us to hell, so there is a good fervour which sets us apart from evil inclinations and leads us toward God and eternal life. Monks should put this fervour into practice with an overflowing love: that is, they should surpass each other in mutual esteem, accept their weaknesses, either of body or of behaviour, with the utmost patience; and vie with each other in acceding to requests. No one should follow what he considers to be good for himself, but rather what seems good for another. They should display brotherly love in a chaste manner; fear God in a spirit of love; revere their abbot with a genuine and submissive affection. Let them put Christ before all else; and may he lead us all to everlasting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from the rule of St. Benedict&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-2843592905691461914?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2843592905691461914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=2843592905691461914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/2843592905691461914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/2843592905691461914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/holy-st-benedict-pray-for-us.html' title='Holy St. Benedict, pray for us!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-8106980212500834861</id><published>2008-07-11T05:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:17:19.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.noelkingsley.com/blog/archives/Gratitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.noelkingsley.com/blog/archives/Gratitude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've probably seen this before. It's made the rounds in multiple forwared emails, blogs, etc. but everytime I read it, I still feel blessed and very, very grateful. It was this sense of gratitude, in response to these words, that I believe opened my heart to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- If you can read this, you are better off than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- If you have food in your refrigerator, clothing in your closet, a roof overhead and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of the people in this world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- If you have money in the bank, in your wallet and spare change in a jar, you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, torture or death, you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million people who will not survive the week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture or the pangs of starvation, you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- If your parents are still alive and still married, you are very rare, even in the United States.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful, you are blessed, because the majority can, but most do not.&lt;/em&gt; - A.D. Kessler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I firmly believe no matter how little you have, or think you have, you still have the capacity to give to those less fortunate than you.”&lt;/em&gt; – Jesse Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-8106980212500834861?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8106980212500834861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=8106980212500834861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8106980212500834861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8106980212500834861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-5087859374135344051</id><published>2008-07-03T01:51:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:47:34.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery and Sacraments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sjbrcc.net/images/olbs2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" height="272" alt="" src="http://www.sjbrcc.net/images/olbs2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to have surgery today - nothing exciting - just a stent in my kidney to help stuff get where it needs to go. It was, however, urgent enough that they looked am my CT scan and said "This has to happen today - now... we're getting you an OR," and serious enough that I had to be put under general anesthesia. That meant no food or drink - absolutely nothing - including the Eucharist.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I said a Rosary and a Divine Mercy chaplet. I prayed from my heart for a while, and made an act of contrition for a few venial sins I haven't had a chance to confess yet. Friends prayed; people lit candles. I was at peace - I felt a beautiful, total trust in God as well as the Hope of life and grace here and beyond. I still wanted the Eucharist. There is no substitute for Him. I believed it before; now I've lived it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God isn't confined by the Sacraments. His grace is sufficient for all of us in all things, and He works in ways we can't possibly imagine. I felt completely taken care of - physically by the excellent staff at Alta View hospital, emotionally by loving friends and family, and spiritually by the Great physician - the One who gave me life in the first place and continues to love and guide and form me. But the Sacraments are a special Grace, and nothing on my end can stand in for them. I can't express what my heart has come to understand about these Channels of God's grace. As I meditate on this experience I hope to be able to find words to articulate what I've learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm profoundly grateful to have access to this Source of Grace - the Sacraments of the Catholic Church. I'm deeply sorry for the times I haven't taken advantage of them, haven't opened my heart and soul to God. I pray for those who have to go through any sort of pain or difficulty without knowing that they are Loved by Love Himself. I praise God for revealing Himself to the world and personally revealing Himself to me. I'm thankful to know of His Goodness and Mercy and Love. I'm thankful for the Saints who have gone before me and exemplified the Love of God working in them and through them - I'm especially grateful that their witness doesn't stop at their death - that God continues to work through their prayers and intercessions. And I'm thankful for the saints God had placed in my life to smile at me with, hug me with, make soup for me with, etc. I hope and pray to offer that Love to other people, and I'm sorry for the times I haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Father, may my gratitude for Your Love - perfectly exemplified in our Lord Jesus Christ and perfectly bestowed though the Sacraments of Your Church - open my heart to You and to my neighbor. May my thankfulness strengthen my devotion to the Sacraments and the Church you have entrusted them too. Please use me a a channel of Your grace as I promised to be in my Baptism, and please make me holy to do all of this for Your glory. Through Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blessed Mother, thank you for your love and prayers. Please keep up the good work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-5087859374135344051?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5087859374135344051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=5087859374135344051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5087859374135344051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5087859374135344051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/surgery-and-sacraments.html' title='Surgery and Sacraments'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-1738132907044379805</id><published>2008-06-03T10:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:27:19.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for the Heart of a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.heartgallerynm.org/images/heart_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" height="344" alt="" src="http://www.heartgallerynm.org/images/heart_hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy Mary, Mother of God, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preserve in me the heart of a child,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pure and transparent as spring water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obtain for me a simple heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that does not brood over sorrows;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A heart generous in giving itself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quick to feel compassion;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A faithful, generous heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that forgets no favor and holds no grudge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me a humble, gentle heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving without asking any return;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A great indomitable heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That no ingratitude can close,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No indifference can weary;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A heart tortured by its desire for the glory of Jesus Christ:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pierced by His love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a wound that will heal only in heaven.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Fr. Leonce de Grandmaison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-1738132907044379805?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1738132907044379805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=1738132907044379805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1738132907044379805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1738132907044379805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayer-for-heart-of-child.html' title='Prayer for the Heart of a Child'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-4702299013982152749</id><published>2008-05-31T23:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:13:16.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feast of the Visitation of the Blessed Virgin Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.artcyclopedia.com/advent/advent-ghirlandaio-visitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.artcyclopedia.com/advent/advent-ghirlandaio-visitation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Feast of the Visitation offers an opportunity to thank God for the people who help us to live out our vocations. These are the people we run to with our joys, fears and heartaches. They see God in us and they tell us so - strengthening us to go on becoming who we have been created to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This blessed day also offers a call - to be the support of anyone God sends to us. Like Elizabeth, may we meet them with open arm and hearts, and affirm in anyway we can that God is at work in them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holy Mary, Mother of God - pray for us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saint Elizabeth - pray for us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-4702299013982152749?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4702299013982152749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=4702299013982152749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/4702299013982152749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/4702299013982152749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/feast-of-visitation-of-blessed-virgin.html' title='The Feast of the Visitation of the Blessed Virgin Mary'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-5403880525267973417</id><published>2008-05-31T23:17:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:13:52.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Magnificat Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.brigidmarlin.com/Images/JoyfulMysteries/Visitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.brigidmarlin.com/Images/JoyfulMysteries/Visitation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brigidmarlin.com/Images/JoyfulMysteries/Visitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, my spirit rejoices in God my Saviour;&lt;br /&gt;he has looked with favour on his lowly servant.&lt;br /&gt;From this day all generations will call me blessed;&lt;br /&gt;the Almighty has done great things for me and holy is his name.&lt;br /&gt;He has mercy on those who fear him,&lt;br /&gt;from generation to generation.&lt;br /&gt;He has shown strength with his arm&lt;br /&gt;and has scattered the proud in their conceit,&lt;br /&gt;Casting down the mighty from their thrones&lt;br /&gt;and lifting up the lowly.&lt;br /&gt;He has filled the hungry with good thing&lt;br /&gt;and sent the rich away empty.&lt;br /&gt;He has come to the aid of his servant Israel,&lt;br /&gt;to remember his promise of mercy,&lt;br /&gt;The promise made to our ancestors,&lt;br /&gt;to Abraham and his children for ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-5403880525267973417?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5403880525267973417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=5403880525267973417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5403880525267973417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5403880525267973417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-soul-proclaims-greatness-of-lord-my_31.html' title='Blessed Magnificat Day!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-1804714922074707809</id><published>2008-05-30T15:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:04:48.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://staywithdonbosco.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/sacred-heart-of-jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://staywithdonbosco.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/sacred-heart-of-jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://staywithdonbosco.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/sacred-heart-of-jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://landru.i-link-2.net/shnyves/SacHtc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Litany of the Sacred Heart of Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, have mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christ, have mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, have mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christ, graciously hear us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, the Father of Heaven, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, the Son, Redeemer of the World, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, the Holy Ghost, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Trinity, one God, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, Son of the Eternal Father, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, formed in the womb of the Virgin Mother by the Holy Ghost, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, united substantially with the word of God, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, of infinite majesty, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, holy temple of God, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, tabernacle of the Most High, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, house of God and gate of heaven, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, glowing furnace of charity, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, vessel of justice and love, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, full of goodness and love, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, abyss of all virtues, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, most worthy of all praise, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, king and center of all hearts, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, in whom are all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, in whom dwelleth all the fullness of the Divinity, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, in whom the Father is well pleased, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, of whose fullness we have all received, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, desire of the everlasting hills, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, patient and rich in mercy, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, rich to all who invoke Thee, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, fount of life and holiness, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, propitiation for our sins, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, saturated with revilings, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, crushed for our iniquities, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, made obedient unto death, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, pierced with a lance, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, source of all consolation, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, our life and resurrection, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, our peace and reconciliation, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, victim for our sins, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, salvation of those who hope in Thee, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, hope of those who die in Thee, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of Jesus, delight of all saints, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, spare us, O Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, graciously hear us, O Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lamb of God who takest away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;V. Jesus, meek and humble of Heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R. Make our hearts like unto Thine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us pray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almighty and everlasting God, look upon the Heart of Thy well-beloved Son and upon the acts of praise and satisfaction which He renders unto Thee in the name of sinners; and do Thou, in Thy great goodness, grant pardon to them who seek Thy mercy, in the name of the same Thy Son, Jesus Christ, who liveth and reigneth with Thee, world without end. Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-1804714922074707809?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1804714922074707809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=1804714922074707809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1804714922074707809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/1804714922074707809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/litany-of-sacred-heart-of-jesus-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-5951202803905451224</id><published>2008-05-17T19:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:50:07.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://extras.sltrib.com/bagley/content/05162008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Holiness in not just an end, it is also a means. God does not make us holy for ourselves - He makes us holy for others. Holiness is nothing more and nothing less than being in love with God, and true love is always life giving. What does this mean for a cloistered nun? I asked God this question after the cyclone hit Burma. I was thinking about the voluntary vow of poverty I'm preparing to take as a Poor Clare; it's nothing compared to the desperation inflicted on billions of my brothers and sisters. I asked God, "How can I live in a beautiful monastery in Virginia, with lots of charitable Catholic patrons who bring us whatever we need, and call myself poor? I don't want to be a silly little princess living in a pretty little box, pretending to suffer valiantly for love of Christ (back of hand thrown dramatically up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forehead&lt;/span&gt;)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;His answer? "Pray for the coming of the Kingdom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;The Christian ideal isn't to ask for the biggest cross possible; it is to carry the cross that we are given and to do so with love, faith and hope.  Love for God and for our brothers and sisters.  Faith that God is with us in sufferings and joys - great and small.  Hope that this story of Creation ends well because the Author is Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-5951202803905451224?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5951202803905451224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=5951202803905451224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5951202803905451224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/5951202803905451224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/holiness-in-not-just-end-it-is-also.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-8497159274337242736</id><published>2008-05-01T05:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T05:14:12.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Joseph the Worker, pray for us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://miraculousgifts.netfirms.com/shopnow/nfoscomm/catalog/images/PW783-9%20PG%20124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://miraculousgifts.netfirms.com/shopnow/nfoscomm/catalog/images/PW783-9%20PG%20124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following was taken directly from Universalis. Why?  Because I hit the snooze alarm for an hour this morning and don't have time to write anything myself. St. Joseph is my patron Saint and has been a dear and generous friend, so I had to post &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feast of Saint Joseph the Worker is not a mere Catholic copying of the Communist First of May – any more than Christmas is a mere copy of the pagan feast of Saturnalia.The Christian view of work is diametrically opposed to the materialist view. A worker such as St Joseph is not a mere lump of labour – “1.00 human work units”. He is a person. He is created in God’s own image, and just as creation is an activity of God, so creation is an activity of the worker. The work we do echoes the glorious work that God has done. It may not be wasted; or abused; or improperly paid; or directed to wrong or pointless ends. To do any of these things is not oppression, it is sacrilege. The glory of the present economic system is when it gives so many, of whatever class, the chance to build and create something worthwhile, whether from their own resources, or in collaboration with others, or by attracting investment from others. But its shame is when that does not happen: when people are coerced, by greed or by poverty, into being “lumps of labour”. Whether the labour is arduous or not makes no difference; whether it is richly paid or not makes no difference.Because she must combat the anti-humanist Communist heresy the Church is sometimes thought to be on the side of capital. Reading the successive Papal encyclicals on labour and society, from Rerum Novarum (1891) onwards, will soon dispel that illusion. The enemies of the Church have no reason to read them; all too often we feel too comfortable in our present economic state and refrain from reading them also.See the Wikipedia article on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catholic_social_teaching"&gt;Catholic social teaching&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-8497159274337242736?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8497159274337242736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=8497159274337242736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8497159274337242736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/8497159274337242736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/st-joseph-worker-pray-for-us.html' title='St. Joseph the Worker, pray for us!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-3644049698682399577</id><published>2008-04-29T11:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:37:24.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Catherine of Sienna, pray for us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stcatherine-ml.org/About/St-Catherine%20of%20Siena-circa_1746_by_Giovanni_Battista_Tiepolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.stcatherine-ml.org/About/St-Catherine%20of%20Siena-circa_1746_by_Giovanni_Battista_Tiepolo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eternal God, eternal Trinity, you have made the blood of Christ so precious through his sharing in your divine nature. You are a mystery as deep as the sea; the more I search, the more I find, and the more I find the more I search for you. But I can never be satisfied; what I receive will ever leave me desiring more. When you fill my soul I have an even greater hunger, and I grow more famished for your light. I desire above all to see you, the true light, as you really are.I have tasted and seen the depth of your mystery and the beauty of your creation with the light of my understanding. I have clothed myself with your likeness and have seen what I shall be. Eternal Father, you have given me a share in your power and the wisdom that Christ claims as his own, and your Holy Spirit has given me the desire to love you. You are my Creator, eternal Trinity, and I am your creature. You have made of me a new creation in the blood of your Son, and I know that you are moved with love at the beauty of your creation, for you have enlightened me.Eternal Trinity, Godhead, mystery deep as the sea, you could give me no greater gift than the gift of yourself. For you are a fire ever burning and never consumed, which itself consumes all the selfish love that fills my being. Yes, you are a fire that takes away the coldness, illuminates the mind with its light and causes me to know your truth. By this light, reflected as it were in a mirror, I recognise that you are the highest good, one we can neither comprehend nor fathom. And I know that you are beauty and wisdom itself. The food of angels, you gave yourself to man in the fire of your love.You are the garment which covers our nakedness, and in our hunger you are a satisfying food, for you are sweetness and in you there is no taste of bitterness, O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;triune&lt;/span&gt; God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-From the dialogue On Divine Providence by Saint Catherine of Siena, virgin and doctor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-3644049698682399577?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3644049698682399577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=3644049698682399577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3644049698682399577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3644049698682399577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/st-catherine-of-sienna-pray-for-us.html' title='St. Catherine of Sienna, pray for us!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-3102785537668170230</id><published>2008-04-29T11:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:10:55.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rudra-yoga.com/creation-principle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.rudra-yoga.com/creation-principle.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is all of Creation about giving Love a face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does God make Himself accessible to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does He reveal Himself to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Revelation's purpose to make Him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accessible&lt;/span&gt; to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is true, what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; does this Truth hold for those He has revealed Himself to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God has made Himself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accessible&lt;/span&gt;, we are called to access Him and be a Revelation of Him to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-3102785537668170230?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3102785537668170230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=3102785537668170230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3102785537668170230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3102785537668170230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/creation.html' title='Creation'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-2411299819005107696</id><published>2008-03-28T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:06:09.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exultation</title><content type='html'>Rejoice, heavenly powers!  Sing choirs of angels!  Exult, all creation around God's throne!  Jesus Christ, our King is risen!  Sound the trumpet of salvation!&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice, O earth, in shining splendor, radiant in the brightness of your King!  Christ has conquered!  Glory fills you!  Darkness vanishes for ever!&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice, O Mother Church!  Exult in glory!  The risen Savior shines upon you!  Let this place resound with joy,echoing the mighty song of all God's people!&lt;br /&gt;My dearest friends, standing with me in this holy light,join me in asking God for mercy,that he may give his unworthy minister grace to sing his Easter praises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord be with you.&lt;br /&gt; -And also with you.&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your hearts.&lt;br /&gt; -We lift them up to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Let us give thanks to the Lord our God.&lt;br /&gt; -It is right to give him thanks and praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly right that with full hearts and minds and voices we should praise the unseen God, the all-powerful Father,and his only Son, our Lord Jesus Christ.  For Christ has ransomed us with his blood, and paid for us the price of Adam's sin to our eternal Father!&lt;br /&gt;This is our passover feast,when Christ, the true Lamb, is slain,whose blood consecrates the homes of all believers.&lt;br /&gt;This is the night, when first you saved our fathers: you freed the people of Israel from their slav'ry, and led them dry-shod through the sea.&lt;br /&gt;This is the night, when the pillar of fire destroyed the darkness of sin.&lt;br /&gt;This is night, when Christians ev'rywhere, washed clean of sin and freed from all defilement, are restored to grace and grow together in holiness.&lt;br /&gt;This is the night,when Jesus broke the chains of death and rose triumphant from the grave.&lt;br /&gt;What good would life have been to us, had Christ not come as our Redeemer?&lt;br /&gt;Father, how wonderful your care for us!  How boundless your merciful love!  To ransom a slave you gave away your Son.&lt;br /&gt;O happy fault, O necessary sin of Adam, which gained for us so great a Redeemer!&lt;br /&gt;Most blessed of all nights, chosen by God to see Christ rising from the dead!&lt;br /&gt;Of this night scripture says: "The night will be as clear as day: it will become my light, my joy."&lt;br /&gt;The power of this holy night dispels all evil, washes guilt away, restores lost innocence,brings mourners joy; it casts out hatred, brings us peace,and humbles earthly pride.&lt;br /&gt;Night truly blessed, when heaven is wedded to earth and we are reconciled to God!&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, heavenly Father, in the joy of this night, receive our evening sacrifice of praise, your Church's solemn offering.  Accept this Easter candle, a flame divided but undimmed, a pillar of fire that glows to the honor of God.  Let it mingle with the lights of heaven and continue bravely burning to dispel the darkness of this night!  May the Morning Star which never sets find this flame still burning: Christ, that Morning Star, who came back from the dead, and shed his peaceful light on all mankind, your Son, who lives and reigns for ever and ever. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-2411299819005107696?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2411299819005107696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=2411299819005107696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/2411299819005107696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/2411299819005107696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/exultation.html' title='Exultation'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-6801040258681325741</id><published>2008-03-21T01:22:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:09:46.860-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crucifixion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><title type='text'>God on a cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We adore You O Christ and we praise You, because by Your Holy Cross You have redeemed the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/rsz/434/x/x/x/medias/nmedia/18/35/22/44/18375163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God reveals Himself to us in the Person of Jesus Christ. Today is Good Friday. Contemplate the Crucifixion long enough, and it will tell you everything you need to know about the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He Himself bore our sins in His body upon the cross&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so that, free from sin, we might live for righteousness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By His wounds you have been healed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-1Pt 2:24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He poured Himself out for us without reservation; He held nothing back. He didn't calculate the amount of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suffering&lt;/span&gt; He would endure based on the number of people who would believe and return His love. He didn't love us so that we would love Him back. That would be manipulative and true love is never coercive. He loves us for the sake of Love itself. In the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, the Church returns to Calvary over and over again. Is it to remember Christ's suffering that we "do this is memory of [Him]?" No - it is to remember the Love behind the suffering, the Love working in suffering, the Love that is greater, higher, deeper, truer than the suffering, the Love that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the One who suffered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-6801040258681325741?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6801040258681325741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=6801040258681325741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6801040258681325741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/6801040258681325741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-on-cross.html' title='God on a cross'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875275535909870532.post-3718341484535103800</id><published>2008-03-20T13:05:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:19:03.562-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eucharist'/><title type='text'>"This is my Body, this is my Blood"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.catholicpeople.com/catholic/Eucharist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.catholicpeople.com/catholic/Eucharist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Holy Thursday, and I was blessed to have a beautiful conversation with a friend about Christ's presence in the Eucharist. She was talking about a discussion she's been having with several other people about this topic. The direction of their questions and comments has turned scientific - talk of molecules of bread changing in to molecules of Body, etc. This is, of course, wrong in so many ways and robs the Eucharist of it's true Meaning. If someone were to ask who I am, and I reply with statistics like 5'9", red hair, blue eyes... does that answer their question? No - it only tells them some tiny and fairly insignificant details about me. I am so much more than the atoms that make up my physical body, and so is the Eucharist - infinitely so. Jesus Christ is truly present in the Eucharist - &lt;em&gt;truly&lt;/em&gt; present not just physically. He comes to us in a completeness that is unique to God alone. He gives His &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; self to us, His entire Being - Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity. I am so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The significance of this reality in the life of a Catholic is HUGE. Because if Christ were only present physically in the Eucharist, He would only be nourishing my body when I receive Him. I would get a little protein, some carbs, maybe a few vitamins and minerals - and that would be all. The Mass would be reduced to an elaborate cocktail party with the purpose of serving a very special horderve. Thanks be to God, it is infinitely more. Jesus is &lt;em&gt;fully&lt;/em&gt; present to each individual and to all of His Church and to all creation in the Eucharist. And so He fully feeds us - our whole person. He doesn't just say, "Sara looks hungry, she needs a snack." He says, "Sara's soul is tired and weighed down by sin, it needs my Refreshment and Trasformation. My Church's soul is struggling, it needs my Strength and Direction. Creation's soul is suffering and dieing, it needs the Life of my Resurrection." The whole person, the very Self, of Jesus Christ, our Lord and our God, is present to my whole person and to the whole world is this most Holy Sacrament that we remember in such a profound way on Holy Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875275535909870532-3718341484535103800?l=thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3718341484535103800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5875275535909870532&amp;postID=3718341484535103800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3718341484535103800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875275535909870532/posts/default/3718341484535103800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thankfulalwaysandeverywhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-my-body-this-is-my-blood.html' title='&quot;This is my Body, this is my Blood&quot;'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14711213736190653568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3M6agg5fRA/SKFogHuwJZI/AAAAAAAAARw/ophvtMKHdPg/s1600-R/nun%2520in%2520prayer-kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
