Wylie's Angel

Hello world-wide-web,
Jesus, may you take the soul of Wylie's Angel straight to Your Heart. In Your Name. Amen.

Dear Readers,
We live in a caring world.
The actions of the Wylie community towards the special needs boy whose body was found near Lake Lavon last Thursday, the 14th, shows me we live in a caring world. According to a Dallasnews.com article on April 20th, "...volunteers (of Wylie) canvassed the neighborhood with an image of the brown-eyed, brown-haired boy in hopes that someone might recognize him. That's also why Malorie Martinez started a Facebook page she's calling, "Wylie's Angel," to get the boy's picture distributed as widely as possible."

But the FB page serves another great purpose: we (i.e. society) can openly mourn for Wylie's Angel. We may not have known this sweet little boy, but we resonate with sympathy for his tragedy.

We all want to be known, don't we? And I don't mean 'known' in a celebrity famous sort of way, but known, for our likes, dislikes, by people we care about and who care about us.

Even if we didn't know Wylie's Angel when he was alive.
We know him now.
You will be remembered Little One.

It's innate, I think, to care for each other in times of tragedy.

I wasn't near NYC when 9/11 happened, but that event changed lives, and for the better. I felt more compassion and patience toward my fellow human beings. This is no different.

On a collective consciousness level we sensed something was wrong with what happened to Wylie's Angel. We want to make things right, even in death.

We are all precious.

Be with the Angels, Wylie, and RIP.

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

The United Nations of Good Friday

Hello world-wide-web, Happy Good Friday everyone. Heavenly Father, thank you for dying for us so we can be free of sin and eternal damnation. A special prayer for those who have died; I pray they are now resting comfortably with you in Heaven. In Jesus Name. Amen. Every year for the past three years, my mom and I have visited seven churches on Good Friday. This year was not any different. Mom heard about the tradition from some ladies at church many years ago. Normally the visits were done on Holy Thursday, but since I only get Good Friday off from work, we visit the churches on GF. Since we're visited the churches in Dallas, and some in Ft. Worth, this year I decided to stay fairly close to home. We live in Garland, and our first stop was St Mary's Malankara, which is close to downtown Garland. I didn't realize it when I found this church on the web, but it is a Catholic Indian (people from India) church. At first I wondered if it was still a Catholic church because there is a realtor's sign in front of the church, but when we got out of the car and walked to the front of the church, there was a beautiful marquee with the Blessed Mother holding Jesus, and times of the masses. We spoke to a gentlemen sitting outside of the church: was there a service going on? He said yes, but it was okay to go into the church. I was hesitant, but mom wanted to go inside and pray. We walked in and a kind woman at the entrance of the church - there were two doors closed to the actual church area - told us that men sat on the left side and women on the right. There were shoes strewn about the entrance of the church, so I took off my shoes as well. Inside the church, but sitting at the back, was a man and a woman chanting prayers, their voices carrying over a loud speaker. Many of the women had veils on and traditional Indian dress: long pants, long dresses covering the pants. They looked gorgeous. The men were dressed nicely as well; everyone wearing mostly black. Mom and I found a spot to sit, but I was uncomfortable with staying long. I got up from our seat when some women came to sit with us - we may have taken their seats - and went to the entrance of the church again to wait for mom. I asked one of the women at the back of the church what the English equivalent was of the prayers being said. She didn't know. I asked her how long the prayers lasted and she said from 8:30 in the morning to 2 in the afternoon. She was very gracious. I stopped asking questions when I realized my curiosity may have appeared rude. The church was filled with people, some staying and some leaving. Mom only stayed a few more minutes and then we were on to our next church, which was Sacred Heart in Rowlett. For some reason I was expecting the church to be packed with people, like the Indian church was, but it wasn't. There were three parishioners working in the gym and parish center, but no one else was visiting. The most impressive item of this visit was outside: a gorgeous statue of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Coincidentally our next church was also named Sacred Heart, but it is in Plano, and belongs to a Chinese congregation. Unfortunately the church was closed, but I managed to snap some photos of the stunning statue of Jesus in front of the church, and then a photo of the Blessed Mother, in a gazebo, with a rosary in hand at the back of the church. St Jude, in Allen, is ginormous! And Mom and I couldn't be on a better schedule! As we entered the church, the Stations of the Cross had just begun and were being shown on two large screens on either side of the altar. If you weren't fortunate enough to get a missal of the Stations, you had only to look at one of the screens to see which Station was being prayed! The Stations were phenomenally painted and hung from large frames around the church. Because the church was packed, Mom wound her way to the left side of the altar and found us a spot. A woman with two small children smiled as she moved over to give us room to sit. She happily give us her copy of the Stations of the Cross. The Stations were printed on what I can only describe as a pamphlet. After the service the priest asked everyone to keep the pamphlet if they wanted to, and I'm posting my favorite picture from it, "Veronica wipes the face of Jesus." I took a photo of the church from outside, but the photo fails to capture the enormity of the church. St Jude in Allen. If you haven't been, go! You will feel God's presence. Our next trek took us to Our Lady of Angels, also in Allen. Once again mom and I had great timing. This parish too was just beginning the Stations. Several different people helped the priest with the prayers and this added to the experience. I'm enclosing a photo of a magnificent statue of angels this church had in its courtyard. I find the churches mom and I visit by googling them. Having said this, please keep in mind the web sometimes doesn't offer much in the way of describing the location of the church. Which brings me to our sixth church. After driving around a Frisco neighborhood for at least an hour or so and calling my brother to make sure I had the right place, mom and I parked in front of someones house. I know. How strange does this seem? Can a person's house be a church as well? A church named St Clement of Alexandria? Mom and I arrived just as the owner, a woman, arrived. I smiled as I approached her, "Hello, my name is D and this is my mom, M. We're looking for a Catholic church, a St Clement of Alexandria?" The woman said nothing as she grabbed her mail from the mailbox and went into her house. Mom and I couldn't leave fast enough. Our last church visit returned us to Garland. This church is Vietnamese. The grounds surrounding the church are very large. It's a pretty church and clean too. I used their restroom and it was spotless. The statue of their pieta is striking and impressed me the most. A good friend of mine from church once told me that just by walking into a church you are blessed. Walk into one of these churches sometime, except the sixth one, hehe, and you will surely be blessed. Happy Easter everyone! "I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Help is always available for you

Hello world-wide-web, Heavenly Father my mother has told me that Holy Week is the Holiest of Holy weeks in the year, and that whatever we ask for in Jesus' name during this time will be answered. Now Jesus, I know this must be true, because she's a mom AND a widow, and I know how you are partial to both, so I'm asking for some extra guidance, love, patience, and compassion be sent to all marriages. As always, Lord, thank you. Thank you for Your mercy, Your kindness, and for being with us every single day. In Your Name, Lord. Amen. I've become a fan of "30Rock" - thanks Carlton for getting me hooked on it - and an episode a few weeks ago had a funny scene in it. Tina Fey's character, Liz Lemon, or LL, went to the dentist and her friend/co-worker Jack, Alec Baldwin, took her home and looked after her because she was still sedated from the surgery. I use the term 'looked after' loosely because Jack admits to Liz that while she was still sedated she put a waffle in the DVD player and called for a massage from craigslist. (Liz is talking to Jack on the phone, asking him if she put the waffle in the DVD player, when a man starts banging loudly and roughly on her door. She yells in her best imitation of a man's voice, "You're too late. We've already killed her!" Jack comments, "Well played Lemon.")Jack may not have been very good at taking care of his friend, but he was there for her in her time of need. It's great to have a support system, but what if a person doesn't have a support system? Where does a person go for support, or to talk to someone objective about their problems? Church, yes, but what if you're an agnostic, or atheist? Pray? Definitely, but as I've said in previous blogs, 'sometimes you need someone with skin.' I am going somewhere with this line of questioning, and those of you who know I'm pursuing a master's in counseling have an idea where. Another answer (though not as noble as the given answers) to the above questions is watching t.v. sitcoms like "Cougartown" which is about a recently divorced woman who owns a real estate business and has a funny, intelligent, teenage son; neighbors who are happily married and raising a son; another neighbor who is cute and has a major crush on her; her former hubby, who is also still madly in love with her; and a single woman who works with her in the real estate business and is kind of white trash; or perhaps "Modern Family,"(which I love)is more your style with it's hip gay couple; the older man who is married to a young Latina who has a son from a previous marriage; a 'normal' family: husband, wife, and three adorable kids; a nerd, a princess, and a boy. If people aren't watching the "small box," to find solace, maybe they are happy being unhappy, or they're drinking themselves silly to cope... I'm arguing that something is going on in the collective consciousness of t.v. land. By watching "Cougartown," or "Modern Family," or other similar programs, the viewer can question relationships, possibly even find the shows experiences cathartic. Oprah has been 'healing' the world for years. I envision good things coming from all the actor's 'genuineness'. Perhaps people will eventually Be Real, or, at the very least, go to a therapist and Get real. I know the wheels of my argument are about to fall off, but hear me out: therapy is a good thing. If you've been thinking about going, go. If you haven't thought of therapy, why not? It was Socrates who said, "The unexamined life is not worth living." If the stigma to seeking counsel lifts through some 'osmosis' of a sitcom's character(s), which, again, I think it can, lives change, and all for the better. God wants us to be our best selves. Therapy can help. "I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

I heart nurses

Hello world-wide-web, Thank you Lord for nurses, your angels on earth. I pray that all nurses know how appreciated and loved they are by their patients, and may they always feel Your Spirit working through them, renewing them, and giving them the will to keep working long after their energy has left them. Thank you also Lord, for my health and for the health of those around me. Thank you for all you do for us; we can't ever thank you enough. In Jesus' Name. Amen I went to the hospital for a planned surgery this past Friday. Before I continue, I must make a confession here to Brett (oops), I mean Brent; I lied to you Buddy, when I told you I was having my tonsils removed. I can't believe how gullible some people are, God bless them. :P I won't go into any details about why I was there or that I spent the night. I will, however, talk about how I think nurses are Da Bomb. I've failed to realize how amazing nurses are and what a demanding profession they have to fulfill. Let me make up for this failure now by saying how much I admire and appreciate nurses. Friday happened to be a really busy day for the nurses on my floor too. There are intercoms, fortunately or unfortunately, in every room and there isn't a way to cover them up or turn them down, so you pretty much have to hear every page that is made. But my nurses were the kindest, most compassionate people. If you get the opportunity to meet a nurse when you are out and about, or at a party, or if you go to the hospital like I did, please make sure you tell them how much you appreciate them. When I found out my nurses were done with their shifts, I told them good-bye, thanked 'em and gave them God's blessings. They really did their best to make sure I was comfortable and in want of nothing. I don't particularly care for hospitals, but this visit made me appreciate we have hospitals and the wonderful people, angels really, who work inside them. KIA Sorento has a cute commercial airing now with a monkey and other assorted toys taking over the Sorento and going to Vegas, with a tune from The Heavy called, "How you like me now?" As I'm writing this blog, those words, How you like me now, are playing over and over in my head. I think that's what I was thinking at certain times when the nurses took care of me. I think they would answer with a smile and say, "Just fine." Not many people can do what they do, or the way they do it, and make it feel okay. Have you thanked a nurse today? Or prayed for one? Well, what are you waiting for? "I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Why go to mass?

Hello world-wide-web, May God bless you and keep you, always. In Jesus' name. Amen. I've been listening to a CD of a mission St. Joseph did last year, during Lent, I think, with Fr. Dennis Corrado. I want to share with you Father's reasons for attending church: 1. It's not good to be alone. Scripture has already told us. It's unnatural to be alone. We naturally seek companionship. Intimacy. Friendship. Support. It's in us. To be spiritual requires that we not do it alone. We wake up the consciousness of our souls, of who we are, not as an independent ego; it is natural for us to find ourselves in union with others. So that when people say, "I'm spiritual," it often means they are unwilling to make a commitment to be in communion with others, in some form. Some expression of unity. 2. Why should we go to church? So that we can take our place with other humans in humility. There are very few places in our lives where we can come in anonymously and silently and sit in the company of other human beings and realize our connection, humbly. I'm one person and I wish I could do more good than I can do. But when I sit in your company, I feel the power of our unity and possibility...I am only one out of 6 billion, but we belong to an international institution that stands for something powerful. Flaws and all, mistakes and all, sins and all, and I want my place to remind me of how small and insignificant I am, but how important I am in the company of others. To take my place, where I belong, with my fellow humans. 3. Because GOD calls me here. I am convinced that we are called here. That is a choice, but it's also a call. Our scriptures tell us that GOD knows us better than we know ourselves. What does the scripture say? Before I knit you in your mother's womb, I knew you. It's a great thing, is it not, to be known? That's why we Catholics do not believe in reincarnation. We are unique. Uniquely loved, uniquely identified and uniquely called. We are called to be a part of a community. Called by name. Are we free to reject the call? Of course. And you know, a lot of women, if there are single women here who are trying to figure out if they can be in relationship, know that one of the hardest thing to get guys to do today is to make a commitment. Nobody wants to make a commitment. You know there's this kind of prolonged adolescence that we have in our society now. That is not, I think, particularly healthy. Stepping up to the plate and accepting responsibility and making commitment is a very healthy spiritual thing. It makes you say, "I'm an adult. I'm not a kid." I'm not excluding fun, hah?, but I believe one of the worst things about organized religion is that it is always so sad. Church is not entertainment. We learn through humor more than we learn through tears, but, answer the call. Listen for the call to be part of a believing community. 4. When we were little my father used to hit us when we were bad and since we were faster than him, we would run out of the house and he'd say, "You can run, but you can't hide." Well that's a message for all of us, we're all running, where are we hiding? How do you hide from GOD? Who knew us before we were formed in our mother's womb? So why are we trying? Why aren't we listening? Why aren't we saying yes? 'Because pride goeth before the fall.' Because we think that if we make our own choices, if we do what we want, when we want and how we want, we'll be happier. Well so did Adam and Eve thought that. And they wound up with fig leaves. (laughter) 5. Spirituality is not a private search for what is highest in ones' self, but it is a communal search for the face of GOD. In other words: worship divinity and link to humanity. Now where have we heard this in another form in the scriptures? Love GOD. Love your neighbor as yourself. That's the key. We are searching for the face of GOD. However you call GOD. I'm not so concerned in talking about this topic, that we identify ourselves by a particular religion. Although I am proud of Roman Catholicism, I'm committed to Roman Catholicism, and I want it to be as good as it can be. There are many, many paths to GOD. I believe that if I'm going to link with humanity, I have to seek something greater than myself. One of my ancestors in the faith used to say that, "The search for GOD, for divinity, begins within the heart," but it doesn't stay there. It goes beyond the heart. You should belong to a church because GOD is calling us here. 6. You want to go to church because church, religion, helps to dispel fantasies about ourselves. We all have them, don't we? We all have an image of ourselves, which is made-up. We never see ourselves for what we are, do we? We often rely on others to give us an image. Church is a place where alot of the fantasies actually get dispelled because we're challenged not only by the word of GOD, but by the diversity and differences among us. We see ourselves more clearly when we're in the company of people who are not exactly like us. 7. I think the mistake of a lot of younger people is that they don't think that we have dreams, as you age, and that's another reason why we come to church. To dream. To dream with others. Our religious tradition honors dreams. Joseph takes Mary to his side because he dreamed it. He's told in a dream 'trust, trust, trust,' and he believes the angel in his dream. The Magi avoid murder by Herod because they're told in a dream to go home by another way. To dream alone often makes the dreams stay dreams. To dream with others can make them become a reality. That we dream that there will be a world of justice, we dream that there will be a world of peace; we dream that there will be compassion for those who have less, we dream that the poor will be honored; that's our corporate dream. If we dreamed it alone, we probably could do very little, but dreaming it in union with one another, gives us a strength to make that dream a reality, and also that GOD will speak to us in dreams. 8. The language of liturgy is a heightened language. It's not supposed to be ordinary language. So that when you come into church, the language that we use is poetic; it's supposed to make us in a certain sense, leave that familiar behind and enter into a different level of reality. To encourage us to think more deeply. And you know life is so fast, and so cruel and so unfair, that one needs a place of rest in which to dream. I'm sure that as I'm speaking your mind is going from place to place, and I might say a particular word that leads you to a particular thought that leads you down a path, all of that has an energy which will effect both of us, all of us. 9. I want us to go to church because tens of thousands of people before us believed in it. The saints; do you think that all of the thousands of people that believed in our religious tradition were fooled? Were they fooled? Were they wasting their time? That some how or other there was this great big magic show that they bought into? My parents inspired me to live this tradition. Because they lived honorable lives. And because they were honorable, I wanted to be honorable, and I felt that they learned their honorableness through their affiliation in church. Not entirely, but it shaped their moral values which then shaped mine, and to continue to be committed to that, allowed me to be part of a long procession of faithful people. That convinces me that even when I have doubts about the leadership of the church, and how they express it, and I've told you I have plenty of problems with the way the church talks; I have plenty of problems with the way they don't seem to be responsive to our needs. There are statements that they make that I think, "Oh GOD, why don't they shut up?" BUT I also realize that my departure will diminish the possibility of it changing. 10. I say to my cousins who don't go to church, "WE MISS YOU! Your cynicism, your distrust, your anger, your fear, is needed in the community. So that those can be used to challenge those either in leadership or in the pews. How else are we going to get better, unless we have the whole mess together? And if everyone who is hurt or a disbeliever, or has questions, books out the door, how will those questions ever be addressed? We need the presence of people who are vital enough to say, "I believe, help my unbelief." I'll be at the 5 o'clock mass with my mom on Saturday. Look for us...we'd love for you to pray with us, join in the procession... "I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Lent - it's not about God or Jesus

Hello world-wide-web, Heavenly Father, bless all eyes that are reading my blog. In Your Name. Amen. Did my title get you thinking? he he Of course Lent is about God and Jesus, but I'm not going to tell you what I'm 'adding' or 'giving up,' or any of that, since I think that's personal and the bible reading today mentions how we should act like nothing is going on with us. I know I paraphrased the bible verse(you don't think I know the gospel, but I do!!!), but you get the idea. I want to tell you about a past Lent. I had the time and desire many years ago to visit a nursing home. My goal was to visit someone three to four times a week for about an hour. I chose a nursing home that wasn't close to my house so I could have time to offer prayers for those I was about to visit. Sometimes I spent the hour with one person, or visited various people who needed a friend. I prayed with them, spoke with them, or read to them. Have you heard the saying, "You may not remember what people say, but you do remember how they made you feel."? Well I will always remember how Mary made me feel. For some reason during one of my visits with her the conversation turned to movies. I asked her what her favorite movie of all time was and she said, "Gone with the Wind." I admitted to her, somewhat sheepishly, that I'd never seen it. "What?! You have to watch it - it's a great movie. I have the tape here; we'll watch it together." "Really? You want to watch it again?" "Sure, I never get tired of it." I hesitated. Could I count this as a visit if we watched a movie? "C'mon," she pleaded, "Look for it over there, by the television. Put it in the VCR. I'm ready to watch it." (Yes, it was a VIDEO!) I did as she said. If you've never watched it, you need to rent it. It's a great film. It took me four days at an hour a day to watch it with her, but it was worth it, and Mary did in fact seem genuinely happy watching it. Except for the pleasantries we shared upon my arrival - where I asked her how she was and mentioned how we didn't need to watch the film if she wanted to chat - we really didn't talk. She didn't want to visit, she wanted to watch. Strange as it may sound, I felt close to Mary in our quiet viewing of the film. I think she felt close to me. That film will always hold a special place in my heart, as will the time I spent with Mary. When Easter arrived, I bought some lillies and took them to the women I'd visited during Lent, thanking them for allowing me to spend time with them. It was after this Lent that I understood what Lent meant. Enjoy your Lenten ride, however bumpy, and remember what awaits you at the end of your trials: a glorious Easter! "I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Lessons learned, love

Hello world-wide-web, God bless us on this day of lovers, Lord. We are all lovers and we are striving to learn how to love and live better. Continue to guide us, Lord. In Jesus' name. Amen. As I drove to the store this morning for the ingredients to make a meatloaf, and get some delish sides to go with the the meatloaf, I looked at the patchy bedspreads of snow on the ground. For Texas, this snow is a HUGE event. We don't get snow, and certainly not a foot of it. We broke records. Well the snow reminded me of the winter Olympics and of one particular skier; I think she is a skier. At any rate, I remember she is from Montana. Remembering she is from Montana reminded me of a guy I knew from Montana, SP. Since today is also Valentine's day, I thought about SP more than the skier, the Olympics, or Montana. I don't think SP ever liked Texas. In fact, I would venture to say that he probably started preparing to leave our great state as soon as he arrived. He stayed here for six plus years too long. SP was the epitome of a 'rugged individualist'. He reminded me of a cowboy, but not a Texas cowboy; a cowboy from Montana. He loved to watch "Deadwood." He didn't have many friends, but the friends he did have were fiercely loyal. He had a dry sense of humor, a tendency to be crabby, and moody, but we got along all right. I met SP when I moved into the apartment above his. I remember him "rigging up" his cable in order to share with me and the guy who lived above me (we were in a three story building). He ran the cable wires outside his apartment through his porch, connecting them to my t.v. through my porch, and covered the evidence, pretty flimsily, with fake vines. I didn't make the big bucks then that I do now, LOL, so I was grateful for the gesture. SP was giving with his money: whenever we went out to eat he always paid; if you were in a bind, he'd loan you his time. Did I mention he was attractive? The bluest eyes I've ever seen. Not that tall, but what he lacked in stature he made up for with his 'round 'em up' Montana cowboy spirit. We remained friends until he moved to Chicago in 2005. We didn't keep in touch, but I'm grateful for the friendship we had. Thinking upon the Olympics again reminds me of the terrific rendition kd lang did of Leonard Cohen's: "Hallelujah" Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you She tied you To a kitchen chair She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Baby I have been here before I know this room, I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you. I've seen your flag on the marble arch Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah There was a time you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show it to me, do you? And remember when I moved in you The holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah You say I took the name in vain I don't even know the name But if I did, well really, what's it to you? There's a blaze of light In every word It doesn't matter which you heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah I did my best, it wasn't much I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you And even though It all went wrong I'll stand before the Lord of Song With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah "I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Now I understand...me

Hello world-wide-web, God always has our backs, even if we think He doesn't. To my sweetest, most loyal, devoted, and loving Valentine, Jesus-God, you have my Heart! Thank you Lord for all the givers in my life. For any and all prayers I said I would pray for: families, friends, marriages, singles, and co-workers, Lord, please hear my prayers. Thank you. In Jesus' Name. Amen. This past week was fairly stressful for me, and I wasn't looking forward to the work I brought home from school to do, or dealing with on-going issues with the electric company, or writing a blog complaining about this week, he he. SO, even though I didn't relish the thought of writing a paper for my psych class, I was happy I had to take a personality quiz. If you are into taking on-line quizzes you will probably enjoy this site! I wrote my paper, and I took the personality test and I am proud to post the results...It's like someone gets me! he he I'll give you the site address at the end of my post, I promise. INFJs focus on possibilities, think in terms of values and come easily to decisions. The small number of this type (1 percent) is regrettable, since INFJs have unusually strong drive to contribute to the welfare of others and genuinely enjoy helping their fellow men. This type has great depth of personality; they are themselves complicated, and can understand and deal with complex issues and people. It is an INFJ who is likely to have visions of human events past, present, or future. If a person demonstrates an ability to understand psychic phenomena better than most others, this person is apt to be an INFJ. Characteristically, INFJs have strong empathic abilities and can be aware of another's emotions or intents even before that person is conscious of these. This can take the form of feeling the distress of illnesses of others to an extent which is difficult for other types. INFJs can intuit good and evil in others, although they seldom can tell how they came to know. Subsequent events tend to bear them out, however. INFJs are usually good students, achievers who exhibit an unostentatious creativity. They take their work seriously and enjoy academic activity. They can exhibit qualities of over perfectionism and put more into a task than perhaps is justified by the nature of the task. They generally will not be visible leaders, but will quietly exert influence behind the scenes. INFJs are hard to get to know. They have an unusually rich inner life, but they are reserved and tend not to share their reactions except with those they trust. Because of their vulnerability through a strong facility to interject, INFJs can be hurt rather easily by others, which, perhaps, is at least one reason they tend to be private people. People who have known an INFJ for years may find sides emerging which come as a surprise. Not that INFJs are inconsistent; they are very consistent and value integrity. But they have convoluted, complex personalities which sometimes puzzle even them. INFJs like to please others and tend to contribute their own best efforts in all situations. They prefer and enjoy agreeing with others, and find conflict disagreeable and destructive. What is known as ESP is likely found in an INFJ more than in any other types, although other types are capable of such phenomena. INFJs have vivid imaginations exercised both as memory and intuition, and this can amount to genius, resulting at times in an INFJ's being seen as mystical. This unfettered imagination often will enable this person to compose complex and often aesthetic works of art such as music, mathematical systems, poems, plays, and novels. In a sense, the INFJ is the most poetic of all the types. Just as the ENTJ cannot not lead, so must an INFJ intuit; this capability extends to people, things, and often events, taking the form of visions, episodes of foreknowledge, premonitions, auditory and visual images of things to come. INFJs can have uncanny communications with certain individuals at a distance. And just when you thought you knew me! Here's the website, as promised: http://www.neurocareusa.com/GWtest/gwtest.html (thanks to a good friend who gave me the correct link!) "I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

The Middle

Hello world-wide-web, Thank you Heavenly Father for all your blessings. Dear Lord, bless all the people who are falling in love, or think they may be; Heavenly Father work through me to help my friend who is contemplating divorce; Holy Spirit give me the words to console a friend who recently dumped her long time bf b/c she knew the relationship wasn't good. Jesus, give me the strength and courage to understand the friend who stayed in bed all weekend b/c of 'the blues'; and Heavenly Father, teach me how to encourage a friend to let you work your miracles with her upcoming surgery. God is watching. He knows our trials, pains, and happy moments. Sometimes the good gets BETTER; all things are possible with God. In Jesus Name. Amen. Why have I had such a hard time writing about something? I'll tell you why: there are way too many topics in my head asking for attention: 1. Talk about the president's talk with Republicans. No, I can't do that, some of my readers absolutely HATE the president and think he is doing a LOUSY job. Any positive comments I might make will fall on deaf ears. Oh well: I think he did a great job and I enjoyed watching the interaction between him and Republicans immensely. Especially watching it with my brother. That was the Best Part! 2. I could have sworn I heard Msgr. Don say that St Catherine of Sienna asked Jesus how she could love Him more and that Jesus said, "I don't need your love; I need you to love my people. Everyone." But for the life of me I can't find anything even closely related to this statement on google. Although I did find out a bunch of cool stuff about St. Catherine of Sienna; you should google her, it's an interesting read. 3. I debated writing about my students. I have bonded really well with my class this year. After tutoring on Tuesday as I was walking out the door with the students, I accidently pushed the play button on my phone and the ring tone for "All the Single Ladies," played. My students and I laughed. But one of them did something cool, "Ms. Bush, play that again." I did and he busted some moves for us. It was hilarious. I asked if he wanted to show his moves to one of the other teachers and he refused. Teachers are pretty possessive of their students, so it took me alot to ask if he wanted to share his dance, which made me happy when he didn't. 4. I wanted to write this whole blog about how being religious or spiritual doesn't make a person a fundamentalist. It's unfortunate how being in a religion and having a set of beliefs seems odd to the outside world. "Church people" get a bad wrap. I don't think you have to belong to a religion to be a good person, but it helps me. Please note: religious/spiritual people are not ALL conservative, judgmental, right-wingers. Remember to be kind - just like my prof says - you can't tell if people are in pain by looking at them; even religious people have feelings. 5. I was trying to think of a bunch of funny things to post since my last post was kind of serious. I didn't know if I was going to write about funny things that happened to me, or post hilarious youtube videos. I've decided to tell you about a couple of funny sitcoms; the first one is "The Middle." If you ever get a chance to watch it, you should, it will lighten your spirits. Chris Kattan is on the show playing a needy, nerdy, very unmanly man who can fix anything, or hook-up any kind of electronic. In tonight's episode, "Bob," Chris Kattan, was falling to pieces about some woman he met on the internet. He's telling the main character's husband about this girl, "She had everything: three kids, a house, and a dog. I could have just walked right in and had a life. Like you." My second favorite show is "Modern Family." Two of the men on the show are gay and they live together, with a cute Asian baby they adopted. One of the gay men played racquet ball with one of the husband's, but the husband (Al Bundy from "Married with Children") tells his wife, "I don't want to play with him. I mean, to a straight guy the locker room is just that, a locker room. To a gay man it isn't a locker room it's a show room." Then the two men accidently bump butts and the gay man is calling it a moon kiss, and instead of a "high five," it's a "low two." I do love Wednesday nights. I can't even begin to tell you how humorous I think "Cougar Town" is... 7. The healing power of forgiveness. This one I'm saving for later. Thanks for forgiving me; you know who you are and I'm truly grateful. I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world. Mother Theresa

Be-happy-wherever you are

Hello world-wide-web, Heavenly Father, please help the Haitians. May cool heads, justice, compassion, and love prevail, and may any negative actions - violence or greed - fail. Strengthen the people of that small, poor country, Jesus. Give them fortitude, Lord, to be and do the best they can with what they have. In Jesus' name. Amen. If you haven't donated to help Haiti today, please do so by going to http://www.unicefusa.org. (Thanks MikeD for the website addy) I've decided to embrace my single life: no more on-line dating, no more single events, no more anything that is related to locating a mate. I'm done asking God, "Is this the one?" I have avoided the truth one too many times, but now I am finally willing to accept it: Be happy where you are in your life. And right now I am single. I am also happy single. I don't know if it's in God's plan for me to always be single, or just for a little while, but I am receptive to His will now more than ever. I have the sweetest friends; everyone is telling me I'll find someone, or that they know I'll get married someday. No one wants to be alone. Here's the definition for alone: being isolated from others. I know I am not alone. Loneliness is more of a feeling than a reality, I think. Here is the web's definition for loneliness: the state of being alone in solitary isolation. I am not lonely (or desperate, he he). Besides, single just means one. ;) Although, and I don't like admitting this, but there are times when I am so caught up in finding a lover that I don't pay as much attention to Jesus, or His blessings. I exclude God's counsel with regard to my love life! How ironic, since Jesus is the only person I know who has my best interest at heart and will most certainly, if it's His will, find me the perfect mate. It's time for my thinking to change. Jesus is in charge of my love life now. It's ALL in His hands. This may sound corny, but it's true: my significant other is Jesus. (BTW, I am NOT contemplating becoming a nun, lol. I pray Jesus wants me as an example to others through my living single.) When I keep my sights on Him, all else falls into place. This is true for whatever is going on in my life. Remaining single is an option; being with a mate is an alternative. Ultimately, love is the preference. Thankfully, love comes in many forms! Lovers, heck, even friends will enter and leave my life, but Jesus is Forever. When friends, and God willing eventually a lover, stay in my life, Jesus' words and actions will continue to be my focus. My decision is not a pessimistic pronouncement, or the result of awful dates, or anger towards men. When I made this decision, I felt my soul peacefully recline in the warmth of my Real Skin. At long last I'm beginning to see myself the way I think Jesus sees me. I know some of my friends might think, "Uh-oh, Deb's going to 'let herself go,' or 'get fat and lazy,'" but single me has always been health conscious and I do my best to dress for whatever event I'm attending. I don't see that changing anytime soon, if ever. When the blunt force of the fact that I may be single for the rest of my life hits me in the face, a poignant and comforting story a priest once told at a retreat comes to mind. It's about a little girl who was afraid of the dark. She woke her parents up and as her mom walks her back to her room, her mom says, "Honey, there's no need to be afraid. Jesus is here with you." The little girl responded, "I know, but I needed someone with skin." So here's to all my family and friends who love me: Thank you for being 'Jesus with skin': being single is amazing and fun because you all are in my life. Long may we remain friends. God bless you!!! "I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Do's (Dues?) while you are in a church singles group

Hello world-wide-web, Heavenly Father, bless all eyes reading my blog. Give them what they need, Lord. Help those who are seeking employment to find a sacred profession, one that gives You greater glory. For all those who are financially burdened, Lord, grant them abundance in the necessities: time with loved ones well spent, food on their table, a roof over their head. Lead them to know You better, Lord, through their difficulties and know that You are providing for them: through a caring friend, the smile of a stranger, a helping hand from an unexpected place. A special intention for health. There are a few people I know who have a sick loved one and are frightened; comfort them Lord, and let them know Your Peace. And for all single people everywhere, Lord, may they stay true to their convictions of faith, hope, love and charity. In Jesus' name. Amen. If you are single, then you've probably, at one point or another, signed up for a singles group of some kind. I joined a Catholic singles group a few years back and I was thinking about some of the lessons I learned from being 'in the group,' 'company,' 'troupe' and thought you might benefit from knowing some of those lessons. I am no expert, and am not attempting to be one. These are merely suggestions and thoughts to ponder. Please, if you have some suggestions you would like to share, post them in my comments section. I have plenty more to learn, I'm sure! Whatever group you are in, 'the group,' becomes it's own entity and there are several ways to integrate yourself beautifully while respecting the dynamics of the troop. First of all, go to have fun! Let it be something you do to enrich your experiences as you explore your faith with others like you. One of my many mistakes while becoming acquainted with everyone was evaluating the men, "He's cute. Is he seeing someone? He's flirting hard with that girl, are they going out? Why is he attending single events if he's dating someone?" I wasn't interested in knowing if he was a strong Catholic (i.e. attends mass regularly, etc). More's the pity too. I could have saved myself lots of problems by just praying and asking God to guide me to the person He wanted for me, while being friends with everyone at the same time. Which brings me to my second do: Become friends with Everyone. I was disappointed to find that other women in the group considered me competition, not a companion. If you are female, DO be friends with other women in the group. No one likes to admit it, but it happens: people get dumped. Well women, when a guy dumps you, you'll want some sisters backing you up and helping you transition nicely into the singles arena again. Guys do this naturally. They don't obsess over the break-up or contemplate what's going to happen if they run-into an 'ex'. They go back to attending the events they liked, and the other guys in the group are happy to see their friend return. Women need to copy this attitude. I can't leave the subject of being friends with everyone without telling you a HUGE, life-altering benefit of being friends with everyone: you cultivate relationships that last a lifetime. Some of my best friends are people I met 'in the group.' I truly cherish them. I wish this for you and your interactions as well. DO be open to Everyone. Go beyond looks: does he/she make you laugh? Are they kind? I know, I know, there's a cliche about judging book covers and all of that, but it's true. (Too bad cliches are used so often they lose their original impact.) DO think a guy is interested if he calls you and asks you on a date. Otherwise, the men you see and talk to at events are just friends. You can't tell whose dating whom at events, and if you keep an open and honest mind about these interactions, it will be for the greater good. DO stay away from gossipers in any place, but especially in church singles groups. There isn't ever a need to gossip, unless it's about dumb things celebrities do/say, and for a laugh about "Gee, I'm glad I'm not Tiger Woods." If you do happen to be in a group that's gossiping about someone, maybe even someone you know, walk away. Excuse yourself politely. People will always talk, but you have the choice of engaging, or not engaging, in that kind of behavior. And my last 'DO' - if you begin dating someone, or have a few dates with someone, or whatever the case is - be careful who you share information with about your dates/dating. I'm not saying you can't trust anyone in the group, but people do like to talk (see advice in above paragraph about gossipers) and the less that is said about your date/dating someone, the better. It's awful to overhear something about yourself, "Oh him/her? I heard they (insert private, personal information)...." Think of it that way when you are contemplating sharing something about your date. Respect yourself (this a MUST always) and respect others: their lifestyle, how their house looks, etc. Now, go out there and have a good time! Ask God to bless any and all your interactions within the singles group, and I assure you, He will. "I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Bring it 2010 - gently, yet firmly

Hello world-wide-web, Heavenly Father, as I begin a new year of blogging, please bless and guide my words to help and encourage all those seeking You but happen to read my blog. I'm praying for those seeking employment, or a better financial situation for their lives and for any other intentions they may ask for in their hearts, Lord. In Jesus' name. Amen. As I was getting ready for the day, I started to think about all the things I'd like to accomplish this New Year; of course all the usual things are on 'the list.' I won't tell you what they are, because you probably have them on your 'list' as well. But then I started to think about how I will feel if this year doesn't turn out quite like I expect, so here are some things I want to remember, to keep me afloat in those times of discouragement as I live my life, this year and every year: 1. "Trust in Him and He will help you." Sirach2:6 2. KISS: Keep It Simple Stupid; the axiom I learned in college Chemistry. 3. I serve the Father of Service and not the father of money. 4. Use the wonderful sense of humor God has blessed me with to view situtations in a light-hearted manner. 5. "Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song." Pope John 2 6. Every day is a new year. 7. "Jesus said love one another. He didn't say love the whole world." Mother Theresa 8. Take my time, with everything. 9. God is with me, always. I am keeping my faith and optimism that this year will be the best year yet. And if it isn't? Then it was still a pretty good year. When I look at situations in my life that were difficult, I realize now what was happening: my character, for good or for bad, was forged. How we handle difficult situations is a testament to what we are made of, and I know we are made in the image and likeness of God, so only Good will shine forth. Considering that God is always close, in my mind and in my heart, I will always have the strength and courage I need to face challenges. I pray this for you as well. I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world. Mother Theresa

I like men

Hello world-wide-web,

Thank you Jesus for giving us the gift of yourself: humanity and divinity united. Renew us again, Lord, in Your spirit as we celebrate another Christmas; and may the spirit of Christmas: kindness, compassion, and love for one another truly last throughout the New Year. In Jesus' Name. Amen. Carlton took me to a concert last night to see "Fair to Midland," and it was awesome! If you ever get a chance to see them, you must. It is rock and roll at it's finest and the "enthusiastic fans" (an understatement) add immensely to the fun of the show. While I was rockin' out, I watched the bass player, the guy in the photo above, who came out and waved to everyone with both hands before playing. Notice his nice body and his guns -his arms- slightly defined, and unlike some of the other musicians on stage, his hair looked clean. He has a nice smile and didn't seem full of himself; but then the band as a whole didn't seem full of themselves. They have talent, so they could be forgiven easily for a tiny bit of righteousness. Thankfully, they don't feel the need to be arrogant.

The bassist, Jon Dicken, got me to thinking about the things I like about men; I think men often get slammed for being male, so I'd like to take some time to talk about the things I like about men.

Physically:

I've heard men say they don't like the shape of their body, which is a pity, because it is beautiful. Oh sure, not like a woman's body, but that's precisely the point: men's bodies are supposed to be the opposite of women's. A hairy chest is pleasurable, but a chest with no hair is just as attractive. A man with polished guns tells me he's thinking of wrapping me in those strong arms. Yummy. I especially like tall men, since I'm 5'8", but I like short men too, as they are usually stout and have good hearts. Men with sea blue eyes take me for a lovely swim, but I've seen brown eyes that are sweeter than chocolate. I've known men with skin smoother than glass, in a manly way. I've always liked thin-bodied men, I don't know why exactly, but recently I've been re-thinking this and find myself looking at men with stronger builds; they seem to have more to hang on to and rely on, and are overall just more appealing to me.

Emotionally:

Here is the place where men get the worst review. I blame society for this, but applaud men who overcome our culture's ridiculous view of emotional men. My thesaurus gave me these words for 'strong': physically powerful, robust, highly-flavored, glaring, sound, fervent, and keen. I've seen men display each one of these words and it is something to behold. I knew a married man torn down the middle of himself because his marriage was on the verge of divorce. He fought to maintain the bond and won. Men who are healthy emotionally, and display emotions in a healthy manner, are far more interesting than a man who is 'macho,' and knows where a 'woman's place is,' and where 'a man's place is,' and will probably live longer than a man who is traditional and stagnant because an emotional man is open to what Is and what works. I know a single father who is unafraid of kissing his young son in public. I've witnessed a father's sensitivity toward a daughter's breakdown and his presence had a phenomenal calming affect on her. Fortunately a more positive view of emotional men is emerging in the public eye.

Spiritually:

(Please note: this part of the "I like men" blog turned into a bit of a 'wish list,' he he; I have yet to meet a man who exhibits ALL of these traits, though I do know men who express a superb mixture of these qualities.)

My definition of Spiritual is a man who has God in his heart and lives by God's rules: they are kind, respectful, thoughtful, compassionate rather than cold, loving rather than apathetic. He strives to do/be the best man he can be, and trusts God is with him on his life's journey. When others walk away, he walks towards. He inspires others. If the woman in his life is having an issue and requests a hiatus, he stays the course and asks her to do the same, to see where God is leading them. He is honest, reliable, and trustworthy. He prays often, in church, and in his personal life. He is actively involved in his church, whether that be a bible study, speaking to the youth of the church, or singing in the church choir. He asks others to come to church...BTW this definition of Spiritual is applicable to women as well.

Mentally:

I find men who continue to learn even after they've obtained their bachelor's, master's, or doctorate alluring. I know men who are voracious readers. Men enjoy exploring nature, but they are mental landscapers as well. Philosophy, psychology, theology, and many other 'ologies' ignites a man's imagination. Everything from Sci Fi to History captivate a man's attention. Comic books, which might have been a favorite past time as a child, intensifies as an adult. What's even more amazing is when these men apply their knowledge to help the world in areas like reducing our dependence on fossil fuel, or an invention that makes safer car seats for children. A man who always allows God to lead him where God needs him, using his mental facilities for the greatest benefit to the world, is marvelous to observe.

Behavior:

On a more facetious note: I like men who think they are 'charming,' 'charismatic' and have 'pick up lines' for women. I like this b/c this shows the man has 'play' in him. (This kind of play is not to be confused with a 'playah', which I consider despicable behavior.) I am partial to a man who plays b/c I play too and it's an enjoyable interaction. Or the guy who is so nervous he can't put two sentences together when speaking to me. I am flattered he's flustered, if a little weary, b/c I don't want to be put on a pedestal, that's a long way to fall! I am fond of a man who can lead in a situation, even if it's just directing our dinner party to our seats. A man who will wait for me to go ahead of him in the line for communion is irresistible. I am keen on a man who can fix a car, or anything around the house. I especially like a man who checks things on my car - that is just plain sexy! Not to mention showing he cares about me and my safety.

So, here's to you men: CHEERS. I'm glad God created you, and I pray for harmony between the sexes.

Gahhhhd bless us!

A year in review

Hello world-wide-web, Merry Christmas everyone! May God bless each and every day of your New Year, but, more importantly, that you be open and aware of each and every blessing. In Jesus' Name. Amen. When a New Year is about to begin, I imagine the months written on a colorful tapestry, with three columns for each month: January, February, and March (off to the side in pretty script: Winter); the next months: April, May and June (Spring); July, August, September (Summer); and then Fall: October, November and December. The year starts off easy enough, and I enter each day on the calendar boldly with my bearings about me: finish my master's; be the best teacher I can be; be the best person I can be...the tapestry is still clean, and whatever mistakes are made in the first three months are easily erased, with the hope that I can make up for them somewhere else in the year (I usually can't, or forget) But then come the summer months, one of which is my birthday month, and I take stock of the last six months and see some days have a hole in them where I tried to erase a work blunder, or, worse yet, the tapestry has stains on it from tears shed -good and bad-or from an especially rainy day. There are days with huge smiling suns: I made a great grade on a test, a student(s) mastered a concept, or a co-worker(s) gives a genuine compliment. By the end of the year I notice some of the tapestry is frayed on the edges, with some days blotted out completely, for whatever reason. I've had years where the calendar in my mind has months torn out, or slashes in them; I think the year my father was ill and passed may have months that were singed (he was a smoker). With two weeks before a New Year about to begin, I'd say the tapestry of 2009 doesn't look too bad: with God's help and presence, the year has stayed intact. As I am looking at the tapestry of 2010, I pray for God's guidance, love, mercy on me, and on all of my friends. 2010's tapestry is just as strongly made as 2009, and ready for adventures! So, what does your 2010 tapestry look like? Gaaaaahhhhd bless us!

The glass is half full

Hello world-wide-web, We need Your healing power, Lord, for Addison, who will have a serious surgery tomorrow. I know you know this, Jesus, but we always need to ask You. She is only two years old and fighting for her life, dear reader. As always, Jesus, we leave these matters in Your Hands. Ultimately, Heavenly Father, You are in Control, and we ask that Your will be done. Also, I offer up prayers for those I said I'd say a prayer for, and for Jesus' mercy on us, always. In Your Holy Name, Lord. Amen. I am taking a counseling class at the moment that has us looking at "Solution-focused counseling." This is a counseling approach that quote offers great promise as a time-effective, cooperative approach that shifts the counselor's focus from 'what's wrong' to 'what's working' with the client, end quote. I really agree with this philosophy. It makes total sense to me to look at things in a positive manner. Studies, research, heck, even on a personal level for me, a positive attitude has always been the best route when thinking of work, family, and friends. I am positive a good outcome will happen for Addison. She is a child of God and He has her best interest in His heart. We may not understand His thinking, and question why things happen, but I am confident something positive will come from her troubles. Something else I like about this method: reframing 'the problem' of clients. Now to some of you I'm sure this is just going to sound like psycho babble, and a 'pc' way of stating an issue. I disagree. This approach is looking at the glass as 'half full'. After all, a glass can be both, and situations can be viewed from a variety of perceptions. The variable in any given situation is Me. How do I chose to look at the situation? Let me give you some examples that Solution-focused gives: a person isn't 'controlling' they provide structure and direction; know a person who is 'defiant'? Well you could also call them independent, assertive, and committed; know someone who is argumentative? How about a person who cares enough to disagree? What about the immature person? Ever noticed how fun-hearted and playful they are? Are you impulsive? Not a negative trait: you're energetic and spontaneous. Have you ever been called withdrawn? I bet you are also introspective, contemplative, and observant; your passivity not working for you? Why not think of yourself as laid back instead. Ever been considered rigid? Why not consider yourself steadfast and committed to a plan of action. Now, doesn't that feel better? It's just a shift in your reality. I do think some of these personality traits can be frustrating and I've know some immature people who I don't think are fun-hearted and playful, they are Immature. Period. But when I read about another way to look at this person, it softened my attitude about them; maybe I'll get to that place of viewing them as fun-hearted and playful. I'm working on it. In this month of November, when we give thanks for the people in our lives, let us remember to also be grateful for our own personal view of the world. We color it and show that color to everyone we meet by our actions, words, and outlook. May you be Heavenly Blessed this Holiday season and may next year be a most abundant year of more positive blessings. In Jesus name, Gahhhhhhhhhhd bless you!

Nichole Nordeman Lyrics - Tremble

Hello world-wide-web, Heavenly Father, I have many intentions for you, Lord. Please restore health to baby Addision, Brandee's family member, Tracy's father, and everyone else I said I would pray for, Jesus. Many people are hurting, Lord, from the Ft. Hood shooting; I know you have angels on Earth, Jesus, please continue to dispatch them to all those in need of help, in anyway. Thank you Lord, for the many blessings you bestow on each of us, every day. In Your Name. Amen. The following lyrics are from a great song that I got turned on to by a sister in Christ; thanks Wendy! Keep the music coming! The whole CD you allowed me to burn, just rocks! PTL This is just a taste from the CD, dear reader, more to follow --- Nichole Nordeman Lyrics - Tremble: Have I come too causually? Because it seems to me There's something I've neglected How does one approach a Deity with imformality And still protect the Sacred? 'Cause you came and chose to wear the skin of all of us And it's easy to forget You left a throne And the line gets blurry all the time Between daily and Divine And it's hard to know the difference CHORUS: Oh, let me not forget to tremble Oh, let me not forget to tremble Face down on the ground do I dare To take the liberty to stare at you Oh, let me not, Oh, let me not forget to tremble What a shame to think that I'd appear Even slightly cavalier In the matter of salvation Do I claim this gift You freely gave As if it were mine to take With such little hesitation? 'Cause you came and stood among the very least of us And it's easy to forget you left a throne CHORUS The cradle of the grave could not contain Your Divinity Neither can I oversimplify this love Oh, let me not forget to tremble Face down on the ground do I dare To take the liberty to stare at you Oh, let me Oh, let me not forget to tremble Gahhhd bless you!

Vicky's

Hello world-wide-web, May this blog find you well, happy, rested, and with all your needs met. In Jesus' Name. Amen. I haven't found a good hairstylist for years now. Used to be easy: even just one good recommendation by a friend was enough to elicit a phone call for an appointment. I don't ask for recommendations anymore because now it's a matter of price. Do I really want to spend between $40 to $70 for a "hair cut" that consists of cutting less than an inch off, a straightening and maybe a deep conditioning? Not so much. Besides, my hair is different from my friends: thick, black, a bit coarse, and did I mention thick? Straightening my hair takes at least an hour. Yesterday I thought I had an appointment with my latest 'permanent' hairstylist; she's Asian, and has a wonderful way of concocting a terrific conditioner for my hair. Turns out she moved to McKinney. Chasing hairstylists was something I did in my 20's and 30's. I've 'matured' now; I don't need to drive all over God's great Earth for a good stylist. Although I was so looking forward to a good hair washing, with strong hands scrubbing away the stress-grime of the day-week. I'm on the East side of Plano when I noticed signs on marquees for Hispanic hair shops. Hmmm, I haven't had a 'Hispanic' hair cut since the 80's and living in El Paso. My aunts used to go to J-town (as we affectionately called Juarez, Mexico) for their hair cuts and I liked to go as well. I got some funky hair styles with lots of hairspray. I remember those days fondly. I pull into a parking lot that had a salon and 'Hispanic' in the title on the marquee. (I can't remember the name of the place, but I know it had these two things in the name.) Much to my chagrin the place was closed, even though by the posted hours on the door it should have been open. I got back in my car, and prayed out loud, "Okay, God, I'm going to need your help finding an Hispanic beauty salon." I saw a panaderia, accent on the 'i'. (for all you first year Spanish blokes, it means bakery.) I thought maybe the baker would know of a good Hispanic hair shop. She did. It was in the same plaza where I was - thanks God. I walk into Vicky's and it's like I'm in J-town all over again: the tacky black and white tile floors, the horrible lighting; hand written warnings in Spanish - please only use quarters in the (coke) machine; various knickknacks that have nothing to do with your hair (like fake roses and Cheetos) are for sale, with a polite warning: please don't eat anything without paying for it first. Jackpot! This pretty Latina walks up to me and asks what I'd like and I tell her a hair cut, deep conditioning, and straightening. She asks me to wait a moment and disappears. When she returns I follow her to her chair. She touches my hair and asks how much I want cut. I answer her, thinking we'll go to the sink and I can get my head massaged... She politely makes sure I understand all of this will cost me $32! $32! Another jackpot! She looks surprised when I ask her if she's going to wash my hair. When we're at the sink, I ask her if she often cuts hair dry and she says yes, that most people don't want to pay the $2 extra for a wash. Puzzled, I say, "A dry cut turns out okay?" She responds in the affirmative, but I have my doubts. After she shampooed my hair - the scrubbing felt heavenly - and put on the deep conditioner, she sat me under the hair drier. I don't think the hair driers have seen much use. She couldn't tell if they were plugged in or not. From where I was sitting I had a perfect view of everyone and everything in the shop. I noticed the clients were mostly men, and were getting mullet cuts, and/or shaves. Cute, Halloween decorations were hung from the ceiling: a blow up witch doll, in her usual black garb and green face, was only a few feet from where I was; at the entrance was a HUGE blown up pumpkin; a Gigantic ghost eerily hovered near it; cobwebs covered the ceiling. Quite festive. No pinatas? Nah, probably would have taken away from the jovial ambiance of the blown up figures. One of the stylist had bleach blond hair in the middle of his head, spiked, with shaved sides that were black. He was dancing and flitting about, listening to an Ipod and waiting on his next walk-in customer. I was under the hair drier for about 20 minutes, which was plenty of time to be observant, say some Hail Marys and talk to God-Jesus, and wonder if this shop saw many women customers. I pondered how many Latinas came into the shop, and which of those could afford the $2 extra for a hair washing, let alone a deep conditioning. This made me sad. Erika retrieved me from under the drier and began cutting my hair. We talked about various things: she's 25, single, also lives with her mom, and has a boyfriend who works at Subway. I will give her a nice tip. The sweet girl thought I was 28! I asked her if she thought about returning to school. She had, but no concrete plans in the making. I arrived at the shop around 5ish, and Erika started straightening my hair around 6:15. Since my hair is so thick, you have to grab a little bit of it at a time to straighten it. One of the other women stylists came over to chat with us. Erika good-naturedly commented, "I understand now what you meant about how much work goes into thick hair!" I laughed. Jokingly I teased, "Yes, you probably need some help straightening the other side of my hair!" The other stylist took me seriously, though, because before you could say, "Hot tamales!" She had her straightener plugged in and got to work. There I was, two beauticians working on my hair. They made me feel like a pampered princess. I didn't find out the other stylists name, but she had big plans: she was from Honduras and going to work in the states for another year; she has two other jobs; cleaning offices and houses, I think she said. She has two children in Honduras, a five-year-old, and an eight-year-old, and plans to build a house in Honduras and open her own salon. It's got to be difficult to leave her children! She said it would be too dangerous to bring them to the states. She and her husband are saving money right now to return to their beloved country. What a difficult life! Hard work too! I like my hair - I think they got it the flattest I've ever had it- and the conditioning has done wonders for the shine in my hair. I gave both of them a good tip and will certainly consider Vicky's my new 'permanent' hair place. Gaaaaaahhhhhddd bless!

Game playing

Hello world-wide-web, Heavenly Father, smooth over any arguments, or disagreements in families, between friends, lovers, etc. You are the greatest diplomat. Touch the soul that is most open to your loving with a peaceful disposition, one where they seek harmony, justice and balance. In Jesus name. Amen. I have been too busy! I have a couple of things I'm working on that I intend to post, so in the meantime, check out this new game I found: fun!!! http://www.agame.com/game/Bipole.html God bless!

October is Rosary month

Hello world-wide-web, Lately, Lord, I've been feeling distant from you. It seems like during the summer I felt v. close to you and sensed you in my surroundings constantly. I loved our chats while we walked the park with Toby...As I'm writing these words, dear reader, a line from the poem, "Footprints," comes to mind, "...it was then that I carried you." God doesn't Ever leave us. I need to remind myself that my relationship with the Lord goes through all the human motions of a relationship, with one huge difference: the knowledge, nay, the faith, that my relationship with God will right itself again in due time. My faith and my prayers keep me connected to God, no matter how I'm 'feeling.' And then there's the wisdom that God is always connected to me, to us, no matter what, that's His promise to all of us, isn't that fantastic? One of my favorite prayers to say is the rosary. October is the month in which Mary, Most Holy Queen of the rosary, is venerated. I think the rosary is misunderstood by many people, some of those people being Catholics. I will do my best to explain the rosary and include some photos I came across at this website: http://wf-f.org/Rosary.html For more information on the rosary check out this site when you get a chance. Fortunately I have a rosary CD in my car, and every morning on my way to work I pray it. I noticed my attention to the prayers waning here lately and in an effort to prevent stray thoughts from diverting my attention, I am saying the words more ardently. It's helped. Plus, I also get some great images of the Blessed Mother, or Jesus, at different times when I'm praying. For example, recently when I've prayed the rosary, I see Mary dressed in a long, off-white gown, with praying hands at her breast and her head tilted to my right. She has a serious look on her face, but somehow it doesn't come across sad as much as hopeful. Even if my attention wanders off, though, I tell Jesus to please help the people I am thinking of, because I think they may be in a need of prayers. Part of the beauty of the rosary is it's meditative qualites. The Prayers of the Holy Rosary The Rosary prayer begins by with the Sign of the Cross (at the Crucifix) followed by reciting the Apostles Creed. The Apostles' Creed I believe in God, the Father almighty, Maker of heaven and earth; And in Jesus Christ, His only Son, Our Lord. Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,born of the Virgin Mary; suffered under Pontius Pilate; was crucified, died, and was buried; He descended into hell. On the third day He rose again from the dead. He ascended into heaven,and is seated at the right hand of the Father. From thence He will come again to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Ghost,the Holy Catholic Church,the Communion of Saints,the Forgiveness of Sins,the Resurrection of the body,and the Life everlasting. Amen. On the round beads say the Our Father, and on the oval beads say The Hail Mary. Hail Mary, full of grace,the Lord is with thee!Blessed art thou among women,and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,now and at the hour of our death. Amen. After each series of Hail Mary's say the Glory Be. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginningis now and ever shall be world without end. Amen During the prayers on each series of ten beads (decade), we meditate on one of the Mysteries. The Mysteries of the Rosary By tradition, Catholics meditate on these Mysteries during prayers of the Rosary. The biblical references follow each of the Mysteries below. The Joyful Mysteries(Mondays and Saturdays) 1. The Annunciation (Luke 1:26-38) [Spiritual fruit - Humility] 2. The Visitation (Luke 1: 39-56) [Spiritual fruit - Love of Neighbor] 3. The Nativity (Luke 2:1-20) [Spiritual fruit - Poverty of Spirit] 4. The Presentation (Luke 2:21-38) [Spiritual fruit - Purity of mind & body] 5. The Finding of Jesus in the Temple (Luke 2:41-52) [Spiritual fruit - Obedience ] The Luminous Mysteries or Mysteries of Light(Thursdays) 1. Jesus' Baptism in the Jordan (II Corinthians 5:21, Matthew 3:17 and parallels) [Spiritual fruit - Gratitude for the gift of Faith] 2. Jesus' self-manifestation at the wedding of Cana (John 2:1- 12) [Spiritual fruit - Fidelity] 3. Jesus' proclamation of the Kingdom of God, with His call to conversion (Mark 1:15, Mark 2:3-13; Luke 7:47- 48, John 20:22-23) [Spiritual fruit - Desire for Holiness] 4. Jesus' Transfiguration (Luke 9:35 and parallels) [Spiritual fruit - Spiritual Courage] 5. Jesus' institution of the Eucharist, as the sacramental expression of the Paschal Mystery. (Luke 24:13-35 and parallels, 1 Corinthians 11:24-25) [Spiritual fruit - Love of our Eucharistic Lord] The Sorrowful Mysteries(Tuesdays and Fridays) 1. The Agony in the Garden (Matthew 26:36-46, Luke 22:39-46) [Spiritual fruit - God's will be done] 2. The Scourging at the Pillar (Matthew 27:26, Mark 15:15, John 19:1) [Spiritual fruit - Mortification of the senses] 3. The Crowning with Thorns (Matthew 27:27-30, Mark 15:16-20, John 19:2) [Spiritual fruit - Reign of Christ in our heart] 4. The Carrying of the Cross (Matthew 27:31-32, Mark 15:21, Luke 23:26-32, John 19:17) [Spiritual fruit - Patient bearing of trials] 5. The Crucifixion (Matthew 27:33-56, Mark 15:22-39, Luke 23:33-49, John 19:17-37) [Spiritual fruit - Pardoning of Injuries] The Glorious Mysteries(Wednesdays and Sundays) 1.The Resurrection (Matthew 28:1-8, Mark 16:1-18, Luke 24:1-12, John 20:1-29) [Spiritual fruit - Faith] 2. The Ascension (Mark 16:19-20, Luke 24:50-53, Acts 1:6-11) [Spiritual fruit - Christian Hope]3. The Descent of the Holy Ghost (Acts 2:1-13) [Spiritual fruit - Gifts of the Holy Spirit] 4. The Assumption [Spiritual fruit - To Jesus through Mary] 5. The Coronation [Spiritual fruit - Grace of Final Perseverance] On the second "Our Father", begin to mediate upon the Mysteries of the Rosary. At the End of the Rosary pray The Hail Holy Queen (Salve Regina) Hail, holy Queen, mother of mercy,Hail our life, our sweetness, and our hope.To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve;to thee do we send up our sighs,mourning and weeping in this valley of tears.Turn, then, most gracious advocate,thine eyes of mercy toward us;and after this, our exile,show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus:O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary. V: Pray for us, O Holy Mother of God,R: That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christs. Fr. Corapi, one of my favorite priests, if you get a chance to hear him on EWTN you should. Just a phenomenal man, and his story is equally awesome. Okay, to return to point, Fr. Corapi mentioned that the rosary is derived from the Gospels. I hadn't really thought of them that way, but when I did the realization of that was overwhelming. We are praying the Gospels! How powerful is that! Another aside I like to mention: when I was growing up in the 70's, Russia was the big threat, so we Catholics prayed for their conversion by praying the rosary, and guess what? IT WORKED. The Rosary is a powerful prayerful tool. Pope John Paul, a SuperHero if there ever was one, said this of the rosary: "October is the month in which Mary Most Holy, Queen of the Holy Rosary, is venerated. Within the current international context, I invite all -- individuals, families, communities -- to pray this Marian prayer, possibly every day, for peace, so that the world can be preserved from the wicked scourge of terrorism. "The terrible tragedy of September 11th will be remembered as a dark day in the history of humanity. In the face of this, the Church tries to be faithful to her prophetic charism and remind all men about their duty to build a future of peace for the human family. Certainly, peace is not separated from justice, but it must be nourished by mercy and love. We cannot forget that Jews, Christians and Muslims adore God as the only God. The three religions, therefore, have the vocation of unity and peace. May God allow the Church's faithful to be agents of peace, in the front line of the search for justice and the prohibition of violence. May the Virgin Mary, Queen of Peace, intercede for all humanity, so that hate and death never have the last word!" Amen! So, do you have a rosary? If you don't, what are you waiting for? If you do, get to prayin' it. I'll join you. Gahhhhhhddddd Blesssssss Ussssss ALLLLLLLLLLL!

Guardian angels

Hello www, Heavenly Father bless all eyes reading my blog. Keep everyone safe, happy, and close to You. In Jesus name. Amen. Recently my mom, brother and I went to a couple of museums in FW. The exhibits were wonderful. I especially enjoyed the sculpture of a book with wings. A thought occurred to me as I stood in front of the sculpture: if I stand at a certain angle would the wings look like they were attached to me? When the photo was snapped, I got the desired effect, with a little something extra. If you look at the photo closely, you'll see a circle of white light. I saw the white circle when I uploaded the photo, but didn't think much of it at the time. My brother liked the 'winged' idea and I took a couple of him in front of the wings. He also took a couple of photos of just the sculpture. In one other photo the white circle appears. I believe in guardian angels, and I've been reading a book some friends gave me for my bday entitled, "Come Holy Spirit." So you can see where my thinking went with this photo: here's the HS, my guardian angel, showing itself to me, and now to you as well. My brother thinks the museum might be haunted, which might be true, but the white circle doesn't show itself in his photos. I like to think my guardian angel has a sense of humor: I mean, here I am trying to act like an "angel" and my guardian angel shows up in the photo! God is awesome and His angels are pretty fantastic too! God bless you!