Soldier, Keep Movin' on

This is my current anthem. Thanks Toby!



Mary, Undoer of Knots Keeps Following Me Around

Mary, Undoer of Knots, pray for us!
About 8 years ago, a few friends and I were in Minneapolis for a Catholic teachers' conference. My friend Amy and I found ourselves wandering, on a free afternoon, to a large and rather dusty Catholic book store.

The first thing that greeted us was a life-size statue of Mary. It was from Spain, and would have been quite lovely, were it not for the fact that the glass eyes were, well, cross-eyed. I whispered (yes, I know it wasn't nice), "Our Lady of Glaucoma?" and our adventure began.

It was clear that the bookstore had virtually no organization - or none that we could discern - and all of its stock was out for browsing. First Communion gifts were nestled next to priests' collars, books of all sorts were scattered about the store, and items were stocked two stories high.

The office was apparently upstairs, and occasionally, a woman's voice would yell out orders to the man working below. He shrugged in our general direction after one outburst from above: "My sister," he said.

Amy and I (both wholehearted Catholic geeks) were happy to wander about, seeing what treasures we could uncover. Near the back of the store, hanging 10 or 12 feet above the floor was a large picture of Mary. She was holding a ribbon, which flowed about her and the angels at her feet. Neither of us had ever seen this representation of Our Blessed Mother, and we hunted about for some sort of explanation. We finally found it: Mary, Undoer of Knots.

In our combined 90 years or so of Catholic life, neither of us had seen this. But from that point on, Mary, Undoer of Knots started following me around.

I got a prayer card from a nun. A friend of mine on Facebook asked me to "like" a page devoted to this particular devotion. Pope Francis has written a prayer devoted to her. She just keeps showing up.

When Mary keeps showing up in your life, you ought to pay attention. So now, I have a particular devotion to this rather mysterious depiction of Mary. It makes perfect sense though: who better than your Mother to help you untangle your life, your issues, your mistakes, your struggles? Then, with that ribbon of your life smoothed out, you can go before Her Son, Our King.


I run to You, Mary, Undoer of Knots, because I trust you and I know that you never despise a sinning child who comes to ask you for help. I believe that you can undo this knot because Jesus grants you everything. I believe that you want to undo this knot because you are my Mother.




Monday Morning Musings

Yes, we are back! After one hellacious summer, I've had time to catch my breath and I hope I'll be blogging regularly again.

On to my musings:

1. I've been so happy the past four Sundays: Chapter 6 of the Gospel of John is undoubtedly my favorite Scripture passage. Yesterday, our pastor did a magnificent job of weaving in marriage and the need to center marriage on the Eucharist.

2. My doctor put me on a new drug for fibromyalgia, but the darn stuff made me so dizzy I was afraid to drive. That was disappointing, since aching muscles all the time are not easy to deal with. My essential oils have eased some of the pain, though.

3.Curly-haired daughter is getting married in 12 days! [insert slightly panicked scream here] Actually, she's got most of it under control, but Mom still has a bunch of last minute details to cover. Thankfully, I though ahead and took last week off.

4. The godmother of the bride-to-be threw the BEST SHOWER EVER! It was an "I Do BBQ" with the whole family invited. It was so much fun. The decor was perfect, we had actual fun games (like lawn Yahtzee) and so much love and care.

5. Prayers for a couple of things: one a special intention for me, and one that we can get our house re-financed. We had the re-finance all in place, then Dear Husband ended up in the hospital for 15 days. Now with the bills rolling in, the re-finance is looking shaky. We REALLY need this.  Thanks!

Disgusted by Planned Parenthood? Then DO SOMETHING!!!

Miriya is 16, in Michigan and needs a family.
When my kids were little, my minivans had a couple of pro-life stickers on the back. Not anything gruesome or really "in your face." In fact, one of them said something like, "A nation that kills its own children is a nation without HOPE."

No condemnation. Yet, I would get flipped off on a regular basis from women who passed me as fast as they could on the express-way, who would then cut me off.

Oh, well. But now there is something else.

This has truly been on my heart. The videos we've from Planned Parenthood have horrified those of us who are Christian. We know this is an abomination. We are ready to pray and protest.

But I need to challenge each of you: are you ready to welcome a child of an unplanned pregnancy into your home? Are you ready to reach out to one of the THOUSANDS of children in foster care in MICHIGAN ALONE and offer them a family?

These are not perfect kids. They come with bumps, lumps, bruises, scars - inside and out. They will act out. They will try and reject you just to see if you're going to reject them - like every other adult in their life. But deep down: this is a child who needs love, constancy, a firm foundation.

No. These are not perfect kids. And you can easily think of a hundred reasons not to do this. Some of you really can't. But some of you can. And there is support and help and guidance and many other people who've been there and done that.

Stick your indignation and your horror and your outrage and your faith and stick it - stick it into a plan to help a child who needs you RIGHT NOW.

If those videos truly horrify you, DO SOMETHING FOR THE CHILDREN. Don't just get angry. DO SOMETHING FOR THE CHILDREN.

Just lay it out there!

I love the Radiance Foundation. They don't pull any punches.


Monday, Monday can't trust that day

I've neglected you. I know. but life has been interesting.

Dear Husband is home and on the mend. It will be a long mend.

I'm back at work, with a good many things to do, for which I am glad. Busy is good, and having meaningful work is best. I wish I could be with Dear Husband 24/7, but that's just my anxiety talking.

Speaking of anxiety, I had a whopper of a anxiety attack on Saturday. PTSD and anxiety are a bitch. I know some of you don't like that language, but hey: that's what it is. Sitting in the Walgreens parking lot, shaking uncontrollably for no good reason. Nope, it's just your body and your brain saying, "Well, things are taken care of and relatively safe now. It's ok to have a teeny little breakdown." Which I did. For about 40 minutes. Then drove home, praying "Jesus!" over and over again, hands clamped to the steering wheel. Jesus, take the wheel, indeed.

It's not all sackcloth and ashes - it usually isn't. People are kind and generous and helpful and sweet and giving and loving. Above and beyond.

Of course, Hubby still has a big ole hole in his arm, and is frustrated that he isn't feeling  better faster. Me, the queen of pain and surgery, tells him it's gonna take time. And then I go remind myself the same thing.

We have a daughter getting married in a month. I want so much to relax and enjoy this occasion with her, her fiance' and our guests. I hope that by then, we'll be able to really enjoy things, with all this worry just a niggle in the back of our minds.

I've said a lot of Rosaries the past few weeks - I think I said seven of them the third time my hubby was in surgery. They had originally scheduled his surgery for 5:30 p.m. He didn't go in until about 8:30 p.m., and it took about 2-3 hours.

I was the ONLY PERSON IN THE WAITING ROOM. It was the loneliest I've ever been. I clutched my Rosary and prayed. I'm not sure how much of it made sense, but I also know it didn't matter.

Just remember, tonight, when you are climbing into your safe, inviting bed, with a few prayers on your mind, but mostly sleep settling over you, that somewhere - there is a person, sitting all alone, in a waiting room. No one with them. Scared to death. Their whole world on the line. Say a prayer for that person.

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