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Lenten Season Begins

Lenten Season Begins

  In a few days from writing this post we will be in the Lenten season.  This year is very interesting though, since it also falls on Valentine’s Day.  Like usual, I’m trying to think of something I want to focus on during the season of Lent.  Previously, I’ve given up social media, and sugar, but like last year, I want to do something more meaningful. Last year, my Grandmother passed away on the first day of Lent, and while I was taking care of my newborn, I wasn’t able to attend the funeral.  It was at home, while mourning, that I truly noticed how short the fabric of life was.  On one hand, I was mourning the loss of life of my maternal grandmother, the last grand parent that I had living.  On the other hand, I was nurturing this huge potential for a future: my son, whose life just began.  Then there was me: between the two, at the midpoint of my life, knowing that one day, my time will come as well. More Than Giving Something Up Last Lent, I decided to real some very “heavy material.”  The Four Last Things–Death, Judgement, Heaven, and Hell as well as Preparation for Death.  This year, I’m thinking about revisiting the books. It’s not that I think of death often, I think It’s because I don’t think of it often enough. Sometimes, we get caught up in our day-to-day lives that the idea is always lingering in the background but we never really turn to it, unless we’re forced to.  We are forced to face our mortality idea when loved one or family friend passes...

Looking Back on 2017

It’s that time of year again when we look back on our lives (at least this year) and reflect how this year had gone.  I used to hate this time of year, since we can get so nostalgic about the past, but lately I have been very thankful for it.  It does allow me to think about where I was, if I am where I want to be, and what  have I been doing with my time. Saying Hello. Last year, right before the year ended, by 3rd child was born.  It seems odd to start with the end of last year, but I feel that is where it all began.  My 3rd child was my “stop drawing into myself” child.  Slowly, I noticed how doubt, fear, and worry kept creeping back into my life.  Worried that I was going to get sick again.  Not even sure if I was dealing with a chronic illness, but the fear was paralyzing. When he was born, it was a reminder to me that I will do what I have to do to stay healthy, and I will do it for my children.  Not because they need me, but more because I need them.  So that is where the “happiness begins for me.”  I am thankful that he entered into my life, and I was once again able to see what is important for me and my family. Saying Goodbye. Sadly in March, I said goodbye to my only remaining grandmother.  Such a sad affair too since I was unable to attend her funeral.  Holidays doesn’t seem the same as before because...
Like Everyone Else

Like Everyone Else

Last Sunday was the first day of Advent.  Advent is a time for waiting, and preparation for Chirst who is to come again. As we prepare our home for Him, I cannot help but think about the world, and how everyone else will be celebrating this season.  Even though we do it differently, I wonder about the pull that my kids could quickly get sucked into and the desire to be like everyone else. That of course had me thinking about our Salvation history — the Bible.  In the Old Testament, after the Israelites were saved, and God had established them his people.  The Israelites had that same pull to be like everyone else.  They wanted a king like everyone else, and even though they were warned about it, they still desired to fit in.  Time and time again, God was obviously right, and the people wrong, but that didn’t stop them from desiring the same thing. Advent Season or Christmas Season I teach my children that we are happily in the season of Advent. It’s not Christmas season for us yet.  However, the culture around us is in full swing of the Christmas Seasons.  Songs about white Christmas, and Happy Holidays are blaring in all the stores (most likely to entice people to spend more).  Commercials are all about Christmas gifts and how great of a person you’ll be if you buy ___ (fill in the blank with anything). As long as snow is falling in the background, and smiles as people open gifts, and happy to get what they finally wanted its a Merry Christmas indeed!  What used...
Away From Blogging and Thensome

Away From Blogging and Thensome

  It has been a while since I posted on my site.  All this time, I’ve tried to figure out where I fit in this blogging world, and what is it I should “focus” on.  However, that just seemed to be my problem.  I just wanted to focus on “something” that after a while, I stopped liking to write and blog. Blogging sure has changed…. Blogging has surly changed since I started back in 2009.  Back in the day — that sounds so old — but anyway, back in the day, blogging was about community.  Reaching out to others and reminding yourself that you’re still in the world.  I always like to think of it as Dr. Seuss book, Horton Hears a Who.  Towards the end of the book, the Who’s have to make as much noise as possible to let people know that they are on the flower, and they want to live.  When I started blogging a long time ago, blogging was for me, as the flower that held the Who’s world. I wasn’t oblivious to the changes that was happening around me though.  Slowly, I saw that the people whom I followed started to look for ways to make money online.  Still that wasn’t me.  I just wanted to “connect” with people.  I enjoyed blogging just for the sure pleasure of writing, and it was a way to decompress my thoughts.  Again, things were changing back in 2014, but I didn’t want to focus on it.  I was just convinced that I needed to find my place in this changing blogosphere.  I wasn’t wrong, but that search would cause...
Pumpkins Galore

Pumpkins Galore

Batch of Pumpkins. Photo Credit: KalleyC  At the end of October our Church held its Annual Halloween Party for the kids. It’s a simple event where the kids dress up, play games, win prizes and see a “magic” show. This year, my daughter went as Saint Tekakwitha, and my son wanted to be a cowboy. So this politically incorrect mother had her children dressed as “Cowboys and Indians.” That wasn’t the plan, but that is how it turned out to be. Normally, I don’t enjoy going to Halloween events.  I’m sure it has something to do with growing up in the City and Halloween seems to be the time of year that people like to cause mischief.  The idea of taking the kids out, in the evening, so close to Halloween bothers me.  Also, I’m more of an All Saint’s Day gal, as I like to celebrate that more.  All Hallow’s Even (Halloween has turned into a cause trouble, spooky night for some members of society.)  We ended up going because this year my husband got of early from work, and he didn’t mind meeting us at the event.  So, off we went. The event was smallish and we were able to see some other people that we knew at our Parish there. Tables and games for safety was set up for the kids, but, the highlight for the kids had to be the magic show. Both my son and daughter was able to take part in the show and have talked nonstop about it since.  I have to hand it to the magician though, he was able to keep...

New or Traditional Rosary

  Recently, I’ve come across a talk that talked about the Rosary. Now, I love praying my Rosary, and I do wish I could be more consistent and not miss any days, but overall, I make a sincere effort. When praying the Rosary, I always thought that we’re 4 mysteries. Joyful, Luminous, Sorrowful, and Glorious. But some things seemed “off” to me. Like, during the season of Advent, we focus on the Joyful mysteries. Lent, it’s all about the Sorrowful Mysteries. Finally, Easter (and original time) it’s the Glorious Mysteries. Where and when do we focus on the Luminous? When I was taught to Pray the Rosary Thinking back on this, I always took it for granted. When I learned to pray the Rosary, every book (because I learn by reading), talked about the four mysteries.  This is the order of the Rosary, according to the “New Way” Joyful – Monday Sorrowful – Tuesday Glorious – Wednesday Luminous – Thursday Sorrowful – Friday Joyful – Saturday Glorious – Sunday All the books that I’ve read never addressed this issue that I’ve had.  They never discussed why it seemed to be so disordered after Wednesday.  I honestly just thought that there were Theological reasons why things were done the way that they were.  Since Saturday is for the tradition of devotion of the Blessed Mother, maybe that’s why the Joyful Mysteries were on Saturday.  Thursday, like Holy Thursday was the establishment of the Eucharist, so maybe that’s why the Luminous mysteries were on a Thursday.  However I liked to rationalize it, it didn’t answer my underlying question: Why was the rest of...
6 Years of Blogging And Counting….

6 Years of Blogging And Counting….

Six years ago I began to self-hosting my blog.  It was my husband who did all the work, but since I started blogging (2009 – off and on to 2011 to most of the time), this corner of the web has been mine.  A lot has changed about me since I started blogging. When I first started I was a mom of one, and I just started to become a stay at home mom.  After so many years of working, I didn’t know what to do with myself.  I had this new life to take care of, and I had a new “me” to define. At first I started writing about my day to day life, and eventually that turned into the things that I enjoy and escapism.  I blogged about things that I was trying, and my life at home.  Still I wasn’t satisfied.  Deep down I wanted to write about my faith, but something was holding me back. Eventually, I began to write about what made me happy (my Faith and God) but I quickly realized that those who wanted to follow my journey will, and those who don’t…won’t.  I’ve read some awesome blogs, and was invited into the lives of other people.  For that I briefly found my community, and was thankful for the many blog-friends that I have met along the way.  Some continued to blog, others no. Fast forward to today, and I can clearly see that I am  not the same mom that I was years ago. I don’t care much for makeup, I like my days simple, and I have found a...

5 Reasons Why I Love My Catholic Faith

  This blog hop, we are to takalk about why We love our faith. Well it’s the One True Faith! There I’m done. Okay, I’ll go into more detail.  Its hard to narrow down my love for my Catholic faith, but here I will give you 5 reasons why I love Catholicism. 1. The Eucharist   This has to be the top one on my list! People who are not Catholic would ask if we have a personal relationship with Jesus. I’m always flabbergasted by this because it is such an off question. Yes! Not only do we have a personal relationship with him, we have something better. We have intimacy with him! When we partake of Holy Communion, we receive Jesus–Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity. He is in us and we are in him. He runs through our veins. He is in our bodies, with him fueling our thoughts, words and actions. So, yes, we not only have a relationship–He abides in us, and us in Him. You can’t get closer to Him than that. If there is anything that keeps me grounded in Catholicism is that. 2. The Sacrament of Confession   I’ve talked about confession before. It is the best place to go in order to receive forgiveness and absolution for our sins. We all want to become Saints! So I need help avoiding the things that leads me into sin. Jesus told us to be perfect, just as our Father in heaven is perfect. Well, I can’t do that beating myself up over something silly that I did instead of brushing myself off. Confession is...

Choosing Happiness

  This Lent, I had chosen to read books that I would have put off-again.  This year was different–my grandmother passed away March 1st- which was the first day of Lent.  Armed with that knowledge, I decided to not put off my book choices – The Four Last Things, Preparation for Death, and Meditations on the Four Last Things. I am due to write a review on each book, but that will come soon.  Although each book I know I will be keeping on my bookshelf, it’s worth meditating on for years to come.   Happiness is a Choice   One lesson that I have learned from reading this material, is that happiness is truly a choice.  We have only so much time on this earth, how we chose to spend it is our choice. This doesn’t mean, live our lives with only ourselves in mind, but always keep in mind of the happiness that is to come.  To obtain heaven, it has to always be in our thoughts.  What we say, do, and what we fail to do.  Tomorrow is not guaranteed, so today we live as if it could be our last.   #Tomorrow is not guaranteed, so #today we live as if it could be our last. Click To Tweet   I know that this sounds pretty morbid, but truly thinking about it, it’s not. When a person finds out that they have only 6 months to live– they are going to live those 6 months differently than someone who doesn’t know when they are going to die.   Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff   Another lesson I...

Resting My Heart In God

This post is part of the Catholic Women Bloggers Network Blog Hop, hosted by Reconciled To You.  To read more stories from other bloggers about this topic, click here.   If a single word could describe me, it would be worrier.  I’ve had that title since forever.  It’s what I did. Sometimes, it didn’t matter what was bothering me, it could the kids’ weight or hight.  Their health, food, or even finances.  There was nothing that was off-limits to my worrying. There is only so much mental anguish that a person can go through before something happens.  I didn’t know how close I was to breaking,  but I knew when I finally crossed it.   Finally Something Broke   I could remember the events so clearly.  The night before I wasn’t feeling very well.   I mentioned it to my husband and then dismissed it.  I figured that I just need to sleep, and that would be that.  I pushed myself that night, and I pushed too hard. The following morning would be the beginning of many weeks where I had doctor visits, MRIs, ER visits, just to find out what happened.  To this very day, I am without a diagnosis of what was wrong, but I’m being monitored.   Life is a Tightrope   I live with the knowledge that what happened, could either be a one time event, or it could be the beginning of something that will affect how I will live my life.  naturally, I worried.  How can one prepare for something like this?  I have small children, how will I be able to take care of them?  After all...
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