Just wanted to write a quick post to express my gratitude to all who have remembered me in their prayers of late. My Mass of Consecration was more beautiful than I could have imagined! I am still resting and recovering from all the excitement (and also gearing up for my last week at my current job), but I promise to share more soon. Please continue to pray for me!
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Well, it isn’t exactly the “desert,” but it is pretty warm down here in the Louisiana countryside!
In just 14 days, I will be a bride of Christ! Tonight I begin a week-long silent retreat in preparation for my Consecration on the Feast of the Immaculate Heart. I would be deeply grateful for any prayers or sacrifices you could offer for me during my retreat. Pray especially that I could be docile enough to allow God to do all that He wills to do in my heart before I take His Son as my Spouse for life.
Seven days alone with our Lord… What a grace! What a gift!
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
What Was Said to the Rose
by Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)
What was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest.
What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was
whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made
sugarcane sweet, whatever
was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in
Turkestan that makes them
so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is
being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that’s happening here.
The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane,
in love with the one to whom every that belongs!
i thank You God for most this amazing
by e.e. cummings
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of allnothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
Fr. Mychal Judge, OFM was the chaplain to the New York City Fire Department and the first certified fatality in the 9/11 terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center.
For the sake of Your sorrowful Passion, have mercy on us and on the whole world.
Our Lady Queen of Peace, pray for peace in our world!
My apologies for the unexplained silence on the blog these past two weeks! I finally finished moving into my new apartment last weekend, and I’m still recovering. Since the new place is only a mile or so down the road from my old place, and I didn’t really have that much stuff to move (or so I thought), we decided to do all the moving ourselves. It would have all gone off without a hitch, if Mom hadn’t injured her back, and I hadn’t done something to my right knee. (The doctor thinks it’s something the Brits call “housemaid’s knee,” or knee bursitis, which simply means I spent too much time kneeling down while packing boxes and scrubbing bathtubs.) Perhaps next time I move we’d better call in the professionals – or at least take care to wear back and knee braces!
Many, many thanks to Mom and Dad, Foodie and Dude (my not-so-little brothers), my old roomie Stella (who has officially moved to Austin and begun her brand-new job!), and our “moving men,” Kolbe and the Bard. For all your help with the dish-washing, heavy lifting, lightbulb-changing, box-crushing, air-freshening, vacuuming and window-wiping – I owe you guys big time.
Now all I’ve got left to do is finish assembling my bookshelves so I can unpack my library, and see about getting Internet at the new place so I can start blogging again. And I’ve also got to help Joan (my new roommate) and Foodie finish moving all of their stuff… after my knee gets better, of course. I can’t be going on a two-week backpacking pilgrimage to World Youth Day with a limp!
Thanks for sticking around, and thanks especially for all your prayers for me as I continue to prepare for my consecration. I promise I’ll be back for good, just as soon as I get a little rest!
This weekend, my roommate asked if I was ever going to “actually write something” for this blog, instead of just posting pretty pictures and quoting other articles. (Thanks for your honesty, Stella! That’s one of the many reasons why I love you!) She’s right, of course. I said I would begin posting regularly almost three weeks ago, and since then I’ve hardly written anything.
Mostly, I haven’t written because I have been doing homework and studying for my theology midterm. Then, last week my seasonal allergies returned with a vengeance, and this antihistamine-induced “brain fog” has made it pretty difficult to write anything coherent.
I know. Excuses, excuses. I suppose I felt that I owed anyone who might be reading the blog (besides Stella) an explanation. And I needed to post something original!
More original, hopefully coherent posts to come once my brain fog starts to clear: my vocation story, some thoughts on the “vocations crisis,” and a series of posts inspired by this amazing little book. Until then, thanks for your patience!