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Don't just "knock" - pound on that door!

Read this in Magnificat yesterday. It struck a chord. The emphases are mine:

Ask, seek, knock

These are the three degrees and, as it were, the three please that must be made with perseverance, blow upon blow. But what must we ask of God in order to emerge from this worse-than-bestial condition in which sin has placed us...

Knock. Persevere in knocking, even to the point of rudeness, if that were possible.There is a way of forcing God and wresting his graces from him, and that way is to ask continually with a firm faith...Even though God seems either not to hear us or even to reject us, we must continually knock, expecting all things from God but nevertheless also actin ourselves...We must never forget that it is always God who provides....

My neediness prays. My necessity prays. As long as this disposition lasts, we pray without praying. As long as we take care to avoid what would imperil us, we pray wihtout praying, and God understands this language. O Lord, before whom I am, before who…

I will follow

From Ascension Press - hurray for priests!


Things your kids will whine about now, thank you for later

Making them learn to cook.Making them learn to clean. (Seriously. My daughter's freshman college roommate had never cleaned a bathroom in her life. My daughter was happy to show her how.)Not rushing to school with forgotten homework.Not rushing to school with forgotten lunch.Making them stick out piano lessons.Encouraging them to spend time with elderly relatives.Acts of service in church and community.Taking them to the symphony.Making them call doctor's offices to schedule their own appointments.Taking them out to really nice restaurants, with weird food, where they have to get dressed up and mind their manners.Introducing them to a lot of different music.Trying new food. (Even better, have them help you make new food!)Calling adults "Mr." and "Mrs." ("No one else does!" Yeah, I know...)Putting limits on screen time.Encouraging reading. Getting a library card and going to the library every week.Not keeping soda in the house.Doing crafts and expl…

Monday Morning Musings

1. Took my darling niece to go see Winter Jam this weekend: Hill Song, Blanca, Building 429, For King & Country, Jeremy Camp, Francesca Battestelli. Not only did I get to spend time with a girl whom I love, we had a blast singing at the top of our lungs, dancing around and praising Jesus.

2. Have to say: was incredibly impressed with the vocals of both Jeremy Camp and Francesca Battestelli. They can both flat-out sing!

3. Loved what one of the members of Hill Song said, "This is likely the largest non-denominational gathering in Michigan this year. You don't know the denomination of the person next to you...and that's probably a good thing." Sadly, true. The Body of Christ should not be divided.

4. Got in some snuggle time with my beautiful goddaughter. Oh, toddlers!! She's a busy little body, but so beautiful.

5. I don't care what anyone says, large families are such a blessing! To see my niece grow, mature in her faith, marry and now raise her children…

Great opportunity this Lent: Catholic Conference 4 Moms

The Joy of Lent

Lent gets a bad rap - and yes, I'm guilty.

We think of Lent in terms of "giving up." That sounds so wimpy. "I'm going to give up...."

Lent should be about getting going! Get going on your faith life! Get going on your relationship with Christ! Get going on resolving family issues or thorny problems in yourself you've been ignoring too long! Get going to Mass! Get going!

It is good to abstain. It is good to make our very comfortable lives a little uncomfortable. But we shouldn't do it just to make ourselves unhappy. We should do it in a spirit of companionship with those who truly suffer: those who are ill, lonely, persecuted. Those who are mentally ill, socially isolated, spiritually dry. Don't just give up - make it count through prayerful abstinence.

There is a joy in Lent. No, it's not the joy of Easter. There is nothing to compare to the joy of the Risen Lord. The joy of Lent is a joy of suffering, and that is a hard joy to understand. …

Mardi Gras! Lent! Why I'm not really excited!

It's Mardi Gras. Which means Lent starts tomorrow.

I have a love/hate relationship with Lent. First, I am TERRIBLE at fasting. I become obsessed with food, wondering if adding this or that to a meal breaks the fast, counting hours until dinner, looking at snacks with longing.

It has been a really long time since I've approached Lent with enthusiasm. My life is Lenten. It's hard. My kids still have a lot of issues I have to deal with, including having a 19 yo with disabilities who lives at home. I have chronic pain. In the past month, I've dealt with a major car accident with injuries to both me and my husband, the stress of dealing with an elderly parent's health and a heavy load at work.

Now I have to start a Lenten journey? My life is a Lenten journey.

I'm not complaining. I know God has a plan and I trust Him. It's just that I'm never sure how I'm supposed to approach Lent. Do I give something up? Going without chocolate seems trifling. Do I add…

Monday Morning Musings

My 89 year-old mother fell last week, causing a brain bleed. My musings are all about that.

1. I don't think there is anything worse than driving across state in the middle of the night with a loved one at the other end in an emergency situation. Thank you, St. Francis, for keeping the deer in the ditches, and to God for keeping the state troopers out of my way.

2. The hospital food was REALLY good. No joke. However, then menu could use a good proof-reading. The top of the lunch/dinner section gave instructions of what number to call to place your order, and the times food was available. Then it said, "Hand sanitizer available upon request." Uh...no, thank you?? Really? Hand sanitizer on the menu?

3. My mother is a stubborn Irish woman. I don't know where she gets it.

4. We butted heads a few times. I'm a bit stubborn as well.

5. My mom, oldest sister and I spent more time together than we have in, like, 35 years? No one died.

6. I don't care how old you are…

My book is ready on Kindle!

My monograph on human trafficking, "A Vulnerable World" is now ready for Kindle! If you prefer a hard copy version, that should be out in about 2 weeks.

Help spread the word  - let's educate folks about this topic!

Monday Morning Musings

1. Never underestimate the power of small gestures! I had a conference to attend this weekend. A lovely young woman who worked at the convention center helped me out by bringing me tea, and a restaurant server was so kind in offering me a "to go" cup as I headed back to the conference after lunch. Little things=big blessings.

2. Due to my sprained ankle, I used a cane to get around at the conference. It's interesting. When you use a cane, people see the cane and not you. They wonder what's wrong, but don't want to ask - it seems impolite. When I was on crutches, people immediately asked what was wrong, and talked about the crutches. Makes me think about what it's like to be permanently physically challenged and how people perceive them. Do they look past the apparatus to see the person?

3. If I preach the gospel, this is no reason for me to boast,
for an obligation has been imposed on me,
and woe to me if I do not preach it!
If I do so willingly, I have a recom…

Sterilizing the unfit

Apparently, officials in the UK have decided that a woman with six children needs to be sterilized. She is reported to have some mental health and/or cognitive issues, and she is being told the sterilization - which SHE DOES NOT WANT - would be best for her.

There are many, many reasons this is wrong. However, for my part, I can think of five: Eldest Son, Tallest Son, Curly-haired Daughter, Dark-Haired Daughter and Youngest Son.

Their birth mother was not particularly "fit". She could have made the "easy" choice of abortion, but she did not. Many people told us that "that woman should be sterilized" to which we replied, "At what point? Which child should we be without?"

Eugenics, folks. Eugenics.

Sorry about the delay; I was having a bad day

Yup. That's our car, or what's left of it.

A week ago Saturday was a big day for me. I had been invited to present at a TEDx regarding human trafficking. I was PUMPED! Dear Husband was of course with me, and my oldest sister drove over to lend moral support.

The talk went great, and the three of us went out for a celebratory dinner. My sister left, and then Hubby and I hit the road. About 40 minutes from home, a large pickup truck made an illegal left-hand turn in front of us and...then everything in the world exploded.

I won't bore you with all the details, but Hubby has a broken wrist, and I've got whiplash, a minor concussion, a badly sprained ankle, and lots of bruises. The ambulance attendants were marvelous and the ER staff (Nurse! I love nurses!) were stellar.

Now to heal. Oh...and get a new car.

By the way, thank you Chevrolet. All of your safety features worked the way they were designed to, and you saved our lives.