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Feast of St. Ignatius of Loyola

Prayer against depression, by St. Ignatius of Loyola
O Christ Jesus
When all is darkness
And we feel our weakness and helplessness,
Give us the sense of Your Presence,
Your Love and Your Strength.
Help us to have perfect trust
In Your protecting love
And strengthening power,
So that nothing may frighten or worry us,
For, living close to You,
We shall see Your Hand,
Your Purpose, Your Will through all things.

2 years old, and thrown out of a store

I was visiting with some friends a few weekends ago. True to my introvert form, I took off on my own for a little while. I visited some nearby shops and then sat down on a bench to wait for the rest of the folks to come find me.

A dad and a toddler girl were sitting there. Well, he was sitting; she was squirming and squealing. The dad "warned" me about sitting near them, saying his daughter was "not in a good mood." He jerked his thumb towards a store behind us and said, "We just got kicked out of there."

I laughed, and he said, "No, really." Apparently, the toddler had been fussing and crying, and a store clerk told them they needed to leave. Wha????

The girl was tired. It was late afternoon. I started chatting with her and playing with her. She perked up, started giggling. The dad was clearly relieved.

I told him I'd been kicked out of far better places with my kids, and that the folks inside were obviously jerks.

Kids are kids. Sometimes…

Stress, being calm, and handling things

Please don't tell me to take a bath. No, a scented candle is not going to help. I do yoga already. I can't afford to "get away." I "take time for myself."

All the stress is still there.

You see, my house revolves around stress. It's the very essence of our family. Always has been. Right now, I'm dealing with a kid on probation who apparently has NO desire whatsoever to move forward in his life in a positive manner. Whenever I hear a news story about teens being arrested in a break-in, or being involved in an accident, or some other terrible story, I think, "That could be my kid." It might very well be my kid one of these days.

"Lay down the law" you say. It's been done. We're now at the point where we will have to legally evict him from our house if he chooses not to follow the rules. Can you imagine my mother's heart the day that happens? Shattered.

H has all the support in the world. His family, his extended family…

Monday Morning Musings

1. Depression has been kicking my butt the last few days. A good reminder that this is a chronic disease, and I have to be really careful about my health.
2. Getting really excited about the baptism of my two great-nieces. Their adoption is almost final, and then PARTY!
3. Work has been crazy-busy for me, but has also afforded me the opportunity to do a number of national radio interviews. It's been a great learning experience, and so much fun.
4. Youngest Son has me completely baffled. I can't talk to him without an angry response, and I literally have no idea what's going on in his head.
5. I'm pondering the "Pearl of Great Price." Is it different for all of us? Is there something about God's love for us that strikes each of us differently? If so, what is my pearl? What is yours?

Does the body image thing ever get better?

Thigh gaps.

Dr. Oz.

Fat-shaming.

BMI.

Magazines.

Runway models.

Swimsuit season.

Stretch marks.

I'm almost 50, and the whole body image thing is still an issue. I weigh more now than I ever have in my life. I'm a bit less active (arthritis keeps me from really pounding the pavement), post-menopause, and on medication that tends to make one gain weight.

I hate it.

I hate looking in the mirror and seeing what I see. I hate stepping on the scale. I hate that clothes that fit a couple of months ago don't fit now. I hate that I hate all this.

Does it ever get better?

I tell myself that I'm good enough. I am pretty. I'm smart. I'm attractive. The clothes I wear are beautiful, and fit me well.

And it's still not enough.

When will I allow myself to be happy with who I am, physically? When will that message sink in? How do we keep our daughters, our sisters, our friends from this kind of thinking? (I know I would never say to a friend or family member the sort of t…

Pray for Peace

When I was at Mass on Sunday, during the Our Father, I was struck by the thought of all the Christians around the world (but especially in Mosul) who cannot pray in public, with each other, out of fear and hatred and war. We must pray for peace.


Monday Morning Musings

1. Fabulous weekend! Enjoyed Ale Fest with Dear Husband and dear friends. I thought there were too many IPAs, and I'm not a fan. I like a good stout, and had a few of those. Really liked the hard ciders presented.
2. Had a grilled cheese sandwich with duck bacon. Duck-freakin'-bacon. Taste bud heaven.
3. Enjoyed a Chicago Fire (pro soccer) game. Never been to a pro soccer game, and loved it! (Although I thought there were a few blown calls...)
4. My amazing sister watched over Dark-Haired Daughter, cleaned my house, put up with the dog and generally made it possible for hubby and me to get away for a long weekend.
5. Totally scored on a brief shopping trip - bought 4 pieces at Ann Taylor (including a dress for a black tie event) and spent $120. All items were on clearance, plus and additional 50% off. Oh yeah, I can shop.
6. Ended the weekend at the Cathedral of St. Andrew, the evening contemplative Mass. It was peaceful and just what we needed to wrap up the weekend. I did h…

What can you do to help stop human trafficking?

If you're a regular here, you know that human trafficking is a topic near to my heart. I have the good fortune to have a job where I can educate people about this topic and how to stop it.

Most folks want to do "something" but they don't know what. Here are a few tips:

Check out the Polaris Project website. Know the signs of human trafficking.The next time you're at the doctor's office or the ER, ask the health care professionals if they've ever been educated re' human trafficking. Tell them about the Polaris Project website.Do the same with your kids' teachers. Believe it or not, kids that are trafficked often attend school on a regular basis.Talk to your local law enforcement. Ask if they have been trained to spot signs of trafficking. If you live in a rural/agricultural area, this is of great importance. Trafficking isn't just about prostitution; it's about day laborers, migrant workers, farm workers.Educate your children and family mem…

Should I pray for him or for myself?

My feet hurt. It's arthritis. And it's inevitable.

I have it on both sides of my family, but my paternal grandmother (whom I never met) was crippled with it. When my dad was in high school, he told me, it was he who would lift his mother from her bed, toilet her, get her fed and cleaned for the day and then head off to school.

When Dad was old enough, he joined the Marines (it was the tail-end of WWII.) While he was in basic training, he received a telegram that his father had died, and he was to return home immediately for the funeral. All the way home, he kept thinking the telegram was wrong, and that it was his mother who had died. After all, she was the one who was so ill for so long. But no, he was greeted at the train station by his brother-in-law who informed him that it was indeed his father who had died from an apparent heart attack.

My grandmother lived another few years, but had to be moved to a nursing home.

Yeah, so my feet hurt. It's painful once in awhile, …

Churches stand on the front lines in battle of mental health

A number of years ago, Dear Husband and I went to Mass at a downtown Chicago parish. It was Saturday evening, and the church was maybe about half full. During the homily, a mentally unstable man, disheveled and dirty, came in and started yelling. He wasn't making any sense.

The priest paused from the homily and asked the man to quiet down. When he didn't, the priest gestured, and several ushers escorted the man out. I suppose it happened often enough in this big-city parish.

When I went to the March For Life awhile back, I was sitting in the back of the Basilica in Washington, D.C. waiting for the others in my group. A man sat down next to me, asked me a question and then launched into a monologue that included aliens, saints, spaceships and a conglomerate of other odd thoughts. He was genial, but clearly not "all there."

My own daughter serves as an altar server and works in our church nursery. She's bipolar.

I struggle with anxiety and depression. It's mad…

Are you fertile soil?

From our pastor's homily yesterday:

With this parable of the soil, Jesus invites us to ask the question: what kind of soil is each of our souls for the Word of God?

Is our heart the soil on the path? To translate into today’s culture, is it the kind of soil that is secularized and is indifferent to God?

Is our heart the soil on rocky ground? To translate into today’s culture, is it the kind of soil that is sometimes labeled “cafeteria Catholics?” Rather than seeing faith calling us to a conversion, we pick and choose only what is fitting to us. When God’s word no longer fits with our values, our faith withers.

Is our heart then the soil filled with thorns? To translate into today’s culture, our life is filled with the material things of the world. And thus, there is no room for God in our heart.

Is our heart the rich soil? To translate into today’s culture, is it a complete receptivity to God’s Word? Is it letting the wisdom of God guide us in all that we do even to the…

Monday Morning Musings

1. Perfect weather. I know some people like their summers HOT, but I'm a fan of these mid-70s, low humidity days.
2. Celebrated our pastor's 10th anniversary to the priesthood yesterday. He is Vietnamese, and many of his family joined us for Mass and the party afterwards. Those ladies must have been cooking for DAYS...and every bite of it was appreciated. We had burger and brats, too - but I can eat those any time! Give me fried rice, spring rolls and sticky rice please!
3. Best part of the celebration yesterday: Father's nieces and nephews (who are all about 13 and under) played a beautiful traditional Vietnamese hymen (piano, trumpet, violins.) There was a group of Sister of St. Paul there, Vietnamese (they work with the large Vietnamese immigrants in the Grand Rapids area). About halfway through the hymn, the Sisters spontaneously began singing the hymn, and others joined in. It was lovely - pure moment of the Spirit!
4. What a weird week I have ahead: Youngest Son has…

The Potency of Prayer

Do you weary of praying? Are you sure that God is not listening? You think that your prayer is frivolous, self-serving, negligible? You're in, well maybe not "good" company, but at least a lot of company.

Brandon Vogt (if you're not reading his blog,  you should be) writes about the power of prayer, and uses this powerful story to illustrate why we cannot be neglectful of it. Good reminder when we are weary of praying.

“Old Paisios always wondered how people could live their lives without continuously praying.”

“Just to give you an example of how important prayer was for him,” Father Maximos went on, “during the Gulf War he shut himself in his cell, cutting off all contact with visitors. That went on during the entire duration of the war. In fact, he intensified his prayers so that the war, as he told me later, would not get out of control and become even more destructive.”

“Did he really believe that his prayers made a difference? That they truly affected the w…

Faith In Humanity Restored

I read a lot of crap all day long. Some days, when I go home, I feel like all I've done is read about new and unusual ways that we humans have figured out to torture, maim and kill each other.

And then there's this.

Brian Schreck, a music therapist at Cincinnati Children's Hospital uses the heartbeat of children who have died to create unique pieces of music for the child's family. What a gift!

Soccer, the World Cup and me

Five years ago, if you had told me I'd willing watch the World Cup, I'd have laughed at you. But there I was, last night, watching at Germany humiliated Brazil. I was texting my husband the score and updates on the game. One comment I made was, "Has this Brazilian team ever played together before??" They looked as if they'd just met.

Later that evening, my husband and I had a discussion about an article I'd read about how poorly the Chinese do at soccer at the international level. Then there was this:

Me: I can't believe I'm watching soccer. I can't believe know what's going on. I can't believe I'm going to a professional soccer game in two weeks (Go, ManU!!) and I'm excited about it.

Dear Husband: It's all part of my plan, dear.

Now, my husband and I have very different temperaments and different areas of fascination. He likes hobbies that require patience; I tend to pick things I can do quickly and move on to something new. …

Podcast with Bethany's Bill Blacquiere

I don't know why I never posted this here, but it somehow slipped by me. I did this podcast awhile back with Bethany's President/CEO Bill Blacquiere.

Enjoy!

Me and Holden Caulfield

You remember reading "Catcher in the Rye," don't you? Most of us did in high school. I don't remember if it was required reading or not, but I read it and re-read it. The angst of Holden Caulfield, the book's narrator, is one that resonates with most teens I think. He finds the adults in his life both annoying and baffling, he's bullied by his school mates, and adores his little sister. He's trying to figure out a world that makes no sense, and he finds refuge in both bitterness and innocence, despite clear signs to the reader that his view of the world is tinted by mental illness.

Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look…

Monday Morning Musings

1. Missed Mass yesterday. Woke up sick to my stomach and ended up going back to bed for 2 hours. I know it's a "legitimate" reason, but I hate missing Mass!
2. 4th of July is always bittersweet in my family. My dad died 7 years ago on the 4th. He was a Marine, so it was fitting.
3. Had such a great family day this holiday weekend. It was nothing extravagant, just family, food, fun. Really enjoying getting to know Curly-Haired Daughter's beau.
4. Are you enjoying the World Cup? No?? Why in the world not? So much fun.
5. Curly-Haired Daughter's beau is a tennis pro. I'm hoping that he'll be able to teach me how scoring in tennis works. I've never been able to figure that out. Game, set, match! Love!

Trying to figure out art? If it's pretty, it's good, right?

If I like something, it must be "good," right? And I mean "good" in the moral sense. If a painting or piece of music is pleasing to me, then it's good. That's how we judge art, isn't it - it's subjective.

Listen to what an artist has to say. David Clayton has some thoughts to share on chocolate cake, Picasso, beauty and truth. It's worth a read.

The answer for me lies in accepting that we have varying abilities to recognize goodness, truth and beauty. This gap between reality and our perception of it has its roots in our impurity. Since the Fall, we see these qualities only ‘through a glass darkly’ so to speak and our judgement, to varying degrees, can be disordered.

The Wren

Wrens are quite plentiful here. They hop about, looking for whatever it is birds look for. They are not flashy birds. No bird watcher exclaims over a wren sighting. In fact, they are rather plain, sometimes muddled-looking, unobtrusive.

I wonder if we aren't a bit like wrens. Most of us lead fairly simple lives - we work, care for our families, have a bit of fun. We cook and clean, laugh and pray. We are not followed by the paparazzi, we are not interviewed by the press, no one cares what we wear or emulates our style.

Look at the birds in the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they?

Maybe it's because I spent time last week with a friend talking about St. Therese, but the wrens have really struck me the last day or two. Simple, quiet, sweet, plain birds. Doing what they were made to do every day. If only we could be like them.

Tuesday Morning Musings

Just got back from a vacation, so I'm catching my breath and catching up.

1. Got to visit Berea, KY, home to Berea College. One of the coolest places I've ever been. Amazing history, principles, and students. Check it out.
2. Found a place featured in "Weird Kentucky" book called Cowbell Cemetery. It was supposed to "feautre" graves with baby dolls in plastic and glass jars. (Remember: weird.) Well, we found the cemetery, hopped the fence, but no baby dolls in jars. Alas, it was simply a rather rundown tiny place of rest. We said a prayer and moved on. The fun is in the adventure, right?
3. Saw the movie "Chef". Highly recommend it.
4. Visited a lovely church in Louisville, St. Francis of Rome.The parish has done a beautiful job of re-furbishing the old church, freshening it up while still maintaining the elegance and integrity of the older structure. However, the lector referred to the prophet Jeremiah as "Jeremy" (I didn't miss th…