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5 Catholic Apps to Help Every Day

5 Catholic Apps to Help Every Day

  I am a huge user of apps ( like who isn’t) and I just love having apps on my phone that helps with my spiritual journey. What I have learned over the years is to never give myself an excuse why I couldn’t do anything. Here is a list of my top 5 Catholic Apps that I use everyday.   1. Liturgy of the Hours   Since having another baby, it is lucky that I am able to do my Invitatory and Morning prayers and the time that I always say it. I don’t know about you, but when I wake up, these are the first things that I say. It just starts my day off on the right foot. This is the biggest app that has an impression on me. I know I don’t have an opportunity to open my Prayer Book, so I load up this App, right when I wake up, and pray along with it. What I love about this app, is that all the prayers are downloaded in advance so that when it’s time to use it, you can go straight in for that day. It is a costly app, I bought it when it was $15 but to me that seems like pennies because I have been using it everyday since I purchased it. It was an investment to make, so I used the web version: https://divineoffice.org/liturgy-of-the-hours/how-to-pray-the-liturgy-of-the-hours/ This is how I was first introduced to the Liturgy of the Hours (Divine Office), and it was because of diving into this, I made the leap and bought the prayer books (I started with...
A Tired Mom’s Prayer

A Tired Mom’s Prayer

As mothers, we are always tired about something.  But even in our exhaustion, we are not to lose our humor.  Here is a  tired mom’s prayer.  Hopefully you can relate. A Tired Mom’s Prayer Dear Lord, I would ask you to grant me peace, but I am be afraid it could be everlasting peace, so I won’t go there.  Instead Lord, I am going to ask for solace. Please don’t mistake me, I’m not miserable with my lot; I am tired. I’m sure you are already aware of my schedule, sleep for maybe 4-5 hours, get things done, and be entertaining. While this is the work that all parents do, there are many ups, and downs and too many…”Oh my!”  I would think as my daughter (aka the most wonderful gift in the world) gets older, sleep won’t be that elusive. Hahaha joke’s on me again. (little did I know two additional gifts will keep sleep elusive) If you can’t grant me solace, at least allow me to handle caffeine. It’s so not fun to scrape myself off the wall along with my daughter (now 3 children) because I caved in and drank a half cup of coffee. For the sake of my husband’s sanity, I’ll stay away. But I really do need a natural replacement. Speaking of sanity, it would be nice to finally locate mine. I know it was funny to have me “lose” it 2 1/2 years ago (update: its been 9 years..wow!), but this is a long standing joke that I’m sure only you find funny (okay, my family does too…but it has to be...
How I Truly Feel about Confession

How I Truly Feel about Confession

  We never practiced confession growing up.  You did something wrong–you go straight to God. It wasn’t a Sacrament in my home, because we weren’t Catholic–yet. The closest anyone got to reconciliation was a quick “sorry” and that would be the end of it. Whenever we heard the words, many times it didn’t seem genuine. We would say the words, but never admit what we were sorry for. So, Reconciliation wasn’t part of my family vocabulary. Even after our conversion to Catholicism, Reconciliation was an afterthought.  After all, we accepted it, but we still fought with our Protestant way of thinking. The Game Changer   All that changed for me a few years ago. While re-learning the faith I entered, I decided to randomly pick up, 7 Secrets of  Confession by Vinny Flynn. This once dreaded Sacrament became the one I love, and only second to the Eucharist. In my earlier way of thinking, you went into a closet and tell a man your deepest darkest secrets. A person who you don’t know, will know more about you than anyone else. That you wouldn’t be seen as a great person but a deeply flawed person. I have come to recognize that in that tiny box is a place of healing. A doctor for my soul. That man, is the ear of Christ, and he is there to doctor me. I had to give up my earlier notions that I wouldn’t be seen as perfect, as I like, and confessing my failings is what I needed to be closer to Him. Reconcilliation reminds me to see myself as I truly am. Warts and all....
There Are No Shortcuts

There Are No Shortcuts

  The other day, I was searching, for a solution.  I was on website after website on how to clean the oven.  Yes, my brand new oven that had baked on grease stains from me failing to clean it up sooner.  I searched for days, honestly looking for the perfect easy solution.  I was even determined to pay for an oven cleaner, if that will return my oven back to new condition. Finally, I accepted the truth.  I had everything I need, and instead of just wasting my time on the internet looking for a solution, I should have spent that time cleaning the oven. There are no shortcuts when real work has to begin   In my search, I was looking for a shortcut.  I was looking for a way for me to clean the oven without me having to “work.”  I was hoping, that I can find that perfect cleaner that will not only clean the oven, but do it quickly–like 5 minutes right after I spray it. In the end, I used a cleaner that I had. I had to let it soak, then “work” at removing the grease.  My oven is almost like new again. In our spiritual lives, we always hope that there will be an easy solution to grow in holiness.  A simple prayer ever morning should do it–we think.  Maybe it’s a quick skip of breakfast on Sunday morning and we feel like we are climbing that mountain called holiness. Let’s be honest, we spend more time trying to figure out how not to “work” on something, meanwhile wanting the results as if...
Lenten Reflections After 1 Week

Lenten Reflections After 1 Week

  I don’t have the free time like I did in the past to blog. That’s okay though. I understand that I’m in a different season, and whatever season is going to be thrown at me I’ll just enjoy for now.  As of now, this post is about a week late than I would like. This year for Lent, I decided to give up something seemingly simple. I stopped adding honey (or any sweetener) to my tea.  For my family that knows me, I am I huge tea drinking fan.    Earl Grey in the morning, Jasmine green tea in the afternoons, Chamomile tea in the evening right before bed. Every time I drink something, it’s most likely tea. So, a huge sacrifice for me is to stop adding sweeteners my teas. That way, when I drink my tea, I am fully aware of the sacrifice that I’m making.  One would ask why not give up tea for Lent, and the answer is simple: it’s supposed to be my sacrifice, not make everyone around me unhappy. So, no honey in my tea for Lent it is.    Every day of the year is a sacrifice   Another reason for this seemingly simple sacrifice, is that I feel every day of the year is a day for mortification, and penance.  Not just six weeks.   In the past, I have not given up anything, but tried to create new habits that would help me grow in holiness.  I vowed to pray the rosary daily, now I’ve done it for years.  Another year, I vowed to pray the Liturgy of the Hours,...
Photography Baby Steps – Sunday

Photography Baby Steps – Sunday

  Baby steps, baby steps, I keep telling myself that I’ll get back into photography when I have time…   But it wasn’t until lately that I realize that all I have is time.  I may not do everything that I want to do with my time, but that has to change.  I have to (of course) take of my family, but I also need to take care of myself.  Last year, I wrote about how the body is a temple, and now I’m getting back into the things that calmed my mind. While I love to read, and that will always be my first passion, I have also decided to take up photography.  While I started when my middle baby was young, I slowly slid off my chart of seemingly impossible projects, to snapping pictures of us on the go. What I failed to notice that everyday there is an opportunity to just be and enjoy the life that God has given me.  I have to admit that I am not as thankful all the time.  Children screaming, fighting, and me praying for bedtime, but I really need to take a look around and appreciate what I have. So, while I won’t make promises that I’ll do it often, I will take account and enjoy the everyday that is around me.  I don’t live in a house, nor do I have expensive equipment, but I know I don’t need all of that.  What I need is to look at my life with my children, and just be thankful. My everyday is boring for some, but to me (and us) it...
How To Read The Bible In One Year Review

How To Read The Bible In One Year Review

  It’s been a while since I posted anything here.  Life has been busy with a newborn, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. One plan that I made for the New Year, is to read the Bible cover to cover.  Actually, I had already started this goal, but like everything when life gets hectic, we promise to do it later, then never comes.  But this year, I wanted things to be different.  I wanted to really start and get through a reading plan, that wasn’t overwhelming.   While I am familiar to all the stories in the Bible, as I read and hear it often, I have never actually made it a goal to read the Bible from front to end.  Reading it from front to end, is much different than following along with the readings for the Mass daily (although I attempted that as well). Of course, I would pick a time when I have a newborn, but I see it as the perfect time.  This is the time that I need all the grace that I can get.  Homeschooling my oldest, potty training my middle, and being sleep deprived is the most perfect time 😂.    There are so many reading plans out there, that one could be bogged down with just making a decision to start.  I ended up going with  How To Read The Bible Everyday by Carmen Rojas. I’m loving book this so far because: It breaks down the reading on how you can manage it Read on one year, two year, or three year plan. Has extra readings for Lent and Advent. Breaks everything...

He Came As A Child

  This Advent, we prepared for so many things. We were getting ready for Christmas, and the huge celebration. We were looking forward to meeting with our families, and reconnecting with people whom we have been distanced from.  Most important of all, we all prepared for the return of our Saviour.  During this time of year, there always seems like there is breeze of finality in the air, and when January 1st comes around, we should have said all the things that mattered, and did all the things that truly meant something to us. I don’t get like this at the end of December. I feel like that in the Fall, the school season, but that’s for another post. What this Advent has meant for me, especially this year, was children. Breaking apart the Advent story, we know how important the Savior to come was to all people. For hundreds of years after the prophet Ezekiel. Awaiting for Jesus to come, everyone was waiting for him to come with a big fainfair. Then There Was The Annunciation   The Son of God could have come in any form he wanted. He could have come as a adult. He could have come with an army of angels, but he came in a way to sanctify our human existence. He allowed himself to be conceived. To grow from a tiny egg into a baby.   This has a huge impact on us!   There were no debates discussing when did Jesus’ life as the Son of God begin. Not at 6 weeks, not at the moment of birth, we knew that...

Would The Real Saint Nicholas Please Stand Up

  I look back on some of my older posts, and I laugh to myself about myself about how I was going to defend or refute the infamous Santa Clause.  I laugh because while I am  always seeking truth, I didn’t want to lie to my children in the name of a holiday tradition. nor did I want to take the fun out of the season by saying he’s not real. A few years ago, I came to the beautiful conclusion on how to handle it, and this year we are just taking it further.   The Catholic Bishop   Not many people are aware of this but Saint Nicholas  (15 March 270 – 6 December 343)  was a Catholic bishop around the year 300AD. He is also known as the patron Saint for children. He also loved to hand our gifts to children. The story goes: There was a man who had three daughters who wanted to get married, but he had no money. He was going to sell them into slavery (I know right!) but Nicholas saw this, and him being very wealthy, he waited for them to fall asleep and left money for them by the chimney. Of course this is such a simplified story, but you can read more about him here (in better details).   The Feast Day   December 6th is the feast day of Saint Nicholas. That means it’s a special day to hide little treats or candy in stockings for little kids. By the way, the tradition of the stockings by the chimney also comes from Saint Nicholas! This year, we are separating...
Getting What I Think I Needed

Getting What I Think I Needed

  Have you ever told yourself that if you just got that one item everything would be better? You feel like your whole well-being was wrapped up into purchasing, or consuming that item. You build that item,  look forward to that item and end up coveting that item. But when you finally get that item, yeah, you’re excited for that moment, but then the excitement wears off, and you are just left with that item looking forward to consume and covet something else.  We all know it, yet we all fall prey to the same idea.  Sadly, it becomes a vicious cycle, until we learn what will really make us happy.   Knowing True Joy Lately, I have been thinking about “joy” that we surround around items–things. I’ve been thinking about the minor things that can make or break a day, and try to understand what are my breaking points.  However, no matter how far I look, and how much I can say that something is not right, I cannot help but remember how well off I am. Every time I say to myself, “Ohh, I can totally be happy with….” I know that it’s only for the moment.  And I’ll be completely honest, there is no real happiness that we can have surrounded by things.  It took years to figure out that it doesn’t matter about the model of my camera.  What nail polish I have, how many books that I have on my book shelf.  True happiness, for me,  is tied with my love for Christ, and knowing that I am a child of God. Life is so much...
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