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Soldier, Keep Movin' on

This is my current anthem. Thanks Toby!



Mary, Undoer of Knots Keeps Following Me Around

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: &quo…

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" wit…

Disgusted by Planned Parenthood? Then DO SOMETHING!!!

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 ac…

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 ar…