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"

Everlasting Love

What will you say

Once I see you face to face

Longing to know what of your love for me

Your love for me that never ends

How is it that I am on your mind

Even before I was born

Longing for the day to fall into your embrace

I need your love 

And to know that you are with me

More know then ever

Having a birds eye view

You have known me

Feeling that you are no longer with me

How is it that you knew that one day

That I would be a woman

Called by name

To become one who loves

Yet, fears to become an outcast

Felling that all has been worked for

Will all be lost

For the world to come crashing down

Your love is everlasting

You came down from glory

To show your endless love

Which you have longed to give 

Yet to often turned away from

Not wanting to give up my ways

For yours

Everlasting are you to love 

When it is not given in return

How is it that this everlasting love still is given

That so willing to give up Heaven

Showing us an everlasting love

That heaven could not hold it any longer

The Divine Mercy Prayer in a Song

I have found that praying the Divine Mercy Chaplet has given much comfort to me over the past week or so. Even when tears don't always come.  

Do not.......

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am the diamond glints in the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quite birds in circlrs flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
~Author Unknown

One Day

Better is one day in you courts
I will sit at the door
Being a gate keeper
Just to be close to you
To hear your voice
Calling out to me by name
Touch the deepest hurts of my
soul
Hearing the still small voice
Calling out to me
To let go
And give to you
The heartache and fears
That it is not mine to hold
You call to my soul
To let your love wash over me
Your healing power
Forgiveness of our transgrations
Better is one day
Then a thousand any were else

Calling

Be near to me and I to you
You are mine
I have called you by name to
come
I know the day and hour of your
coming and going
This heartache of this moment
All of it known
Every tear that falls
I am there with breaking heart
and tears falling
My daughter beloved child
Look upon my Son
The price has been payed
No greater love
Have you bor heard my calling to
you to come
Lay down your broken heart
Your way not lost
Wondering and lonely
So, far away from your love
From your loving embrace
Can it be that I was running
From the One calling
As I sit in stillness of night
Given such great blessings
The tears seen
Understanding
Love and mercy

Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is doubt, faith; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.

O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; for it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning thay we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Never Been Unloved

A few days ago this song came on the radio at a time when I was feeling quite down and unlovable. So, many times over the past few weeks I have need to hear this song. As one of the line loosely say, "I have been undesirable but never unlovable." Even at my worst times I am loved.

Time

If I could sum up what the past year and half has been full of joy and heart ache. The loss of my grandma to the joy of the Holy Saturday of 2009. There is differently a lot more that I have been seeing with in my family. The longing for healing of loved ones. The toll that it has taken words fall short. The healing power of music has given my heart the rest and comfort. Knowing that before there was time. I was loved. That I was known by name. "Before there was time....."

I Have Loved You With An Everlasting Love Fr. Michael Joncas cover

"Thus says the LORD: 'The people who survived the sword found grace in the wilderness; when Israel sought for rest, the LORD appeared to him from far away. I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you." Jeremiah 31:2 to 3

What a great comfort the readings for the Mass have been a comfort to me this week. This song I have love you with an everlasting love. Came to mind as I prayed with the first reading from Tuesday August 3. Reminding once again that I am loved with a love that lasts forever. Is something I can not get my heart and mind around. Yet, this love is made real each time I am present at Mass. Present in the time of prayer and to those I run into day to day. Being able to share the love that I have been given. Who is it that you need to love today or is it you that needs to feel the love of God?

Dancing for joy to tears of sorrow

The combo of wanting to dance for joy and having the such deep sorrow. If hasn't been for the support of friends who are praying for me. You know how you are and I am grateful for you prayers. Also, for allowing me be able to express in word and tears what's my heart. I would have walked away from the Church. It seems that it is in these crazy mixed up moments that God seems the most tangible and real. Being able to face the why questions that have been coming up. Taking the time to give them light and to answer them. The answers to these questions very well might be ones I do not want to hear. Yet, it is something that will have to be faced. Crazy as this may and does sound. I love that I can at the sometime dance for joy and have such deep sorrow. For sorrow lasts for the night and joy will come in the morning. This was true this past Monday morning after working the over night and feeling quite down. I had an eight a.m. with great news. That the wondering and the waiting finally being to be asked "Will you marry me?" And the answer give was "Yes!!" Which was just the news I needed to bring a smile to my face. If I did not think people would thing I was some crazy lady I would have gotten out of my truck and stated to dance around it. This all seems so crazy to me that at the same time it is likely to feel such great joy and feel great sorrow as while. Cause me to wonder if this is how God feels. When we turn away and reject his love. It is quite likely, since we his children so often walk anyway from him and say we are going to do things our own way. It has also been a week that I have had a deep sense of sorrow. Sorrow of remembering what it is loss loved ones. There are a few other thing that at for know to keep to myself, friends, and to pray over.

Element of Surprise

Seeing Sister Margarets look of disbelief. That we came for a party to say good by. What a great joy. Knowing that forever this group of women will have the bond of comminity and love. It was great knowing that all the sisters knew that the party was going to happen. Expet for Sister !! What a great time of being togeather!

Wheat or weeds

The readings for this week have been centered around soil, wheat and weeds. As the words of these readings from the Gospels for the weekly mass have been working on my heart. The sense of need for confession and to becoming what it is to be more like Christ. Being in the world and not of it. The quetions of what is to take a stand for those who need it and how that looks likes. So, what is it to be wheat rather thw weeds?

Your Grace Is Enough

What is it to share your love and grace. Being able to have the grace to live out my call in life. Relizing that your grace is enogh for me. When all seems to cone crashing down and it feels that I can no longer carry on. When prayer comes only in painful quite. The pain of longing for the lover of my heart and soul. The wonder of His grace and love. No one can fully understand. He loves us worts and all. Even when we are at the lost.