God reminder of His Love

Guardian Angel

Guardian Angel Prayer

Angel of God, my 

guardian dear, to whom

God's love commits me 

here, Ever this day, be at

my side, To light and 

guard, Rule and guide. 

Amen

Angels created to worship God.  So, having a being that is always with me and with others.  I have differently felt mine with me quite a bit lately.  This has not always the case but she's always present.  I have to remember to go only as fast as my guardian angel can fly.  So, if you are like I am you may need to slow down.  

What is it that woke from you slumber?

Hearing the calling that this is not what were you are to stop.  What is that has caused anyone of to wake from our slumber?  Who is it that has been placed in your life to call you out from the place of darkness?  That for long enough you have stayed.  

Christ Has No Hands

Christ Has No Hands
Christ has no body now but yours
No hands, not feet on earth but yours.
Yours are the eyes through which he looks, 
Compassion on this world.
Yours are the fee with he walks to do good.
Yours are the fee with which he blessed all the world


Yours are the hands
Yours are the feel
Your are eyes
You are the body


Christ has no body now but yours
No hands, no feet no earth but yours
Yours are the eyes through which he looks, 
Compassion on this world. 
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good.
Christ has no body now on earth yours. 
~St. Teresa of Alvila

Come to me

Calling out in the dessert
Longing to be home once again
Deepness of the everlasting love
Wondering alone in the darkness
Alone and afraid
The stillness of that all that was
Wondering away from the saving love
Healing of heart and soul
Running away
Hiden behind the trees
Not wanting to be know
By the one who created me
Come back to me
Come back my boloved
Give me your heartache
Your sorrow and anger
I know and habe seem your fight
My yoke is light
Stop and rest in me
Come to me once again

What are the blessings in your life?

What are the blessings in your life?  The things that seem so overwhelming and hard to bear alone.  Tears of pain or anger.  Possibly even both.  How is it that when the world says try this and all will be forgotten. No more heartache, pain, fear, or what ever it might be.  All these things and more are still just below the surface. Ready to come out at the next turn.  Wondering who will understand or truly care?  Is there really anyone who does?
I know with out any doubt there is!  That with out Christ I would have not been able to carry one.  Yet, it has not been easy. It has been anything but easy.  Have I come to a place of peace and calm.  I'm no were close to that.  Just ask those who have seen me struggle to find my way.  Struggling to even find some sort of calm even within myself.  Even when the struggle is with what is not known.
What is it then that can be considered a blessing?  The fight to become whole in Christ.  The tears shed for those taken by sickness or old age?  Knowing the love of a mother, grandmother, father, grandfather, and friends?  Yes!  The love of a God who understands. The gift of prayers answered.  In the most unexpected ways. 

Leaning to pray

It has been over the last several weeks that Our Father has been both a great comfort and heartache. Since it was the prayer I was taught by mom when I was little. Being one of the many things that would be said as I was being tucked into be at night. So, it has been many times when at Mass that the tears come and I try to hold them back. Yet, holding the tears I end up losing and the come the tears. It is in trying hold back the tears that the memories come rushing back of my mom trying one more time to say the words to this prayer but was not able too. It was then that I understood that it was my mom who, in her own way, set the course for where I am now. Her understanding that one day I would find the comfort and joy in faith. That I had to fight to make my own and to share with others. Many times in a quite way. By working with people with developmental or the homeless. Even by just being there for friends in thier times of need. Yet, it is in knowing that it started with a prayer and hope of a mother that I will always keep with me. The memory of her saying one last time;
"Our Father, Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen"