Sunday, February 27, 2011

Medjugorje Message - February 25, 2011

Today, February 25, 2011, the Virgin Mary gave the following message to the world during her apparition to Marija:

"Dear children! Nature is awakening and on the trees the first buds are seen which will bring most beautiful flowers and fruit. I desire that you also, little children, work on your conversion and that you be those who witness with their life, so that your example may be a sign and an incentive for conversion to others. I am with you and before my Son Jesus I intercede for your conversion. Thank you for having responded to my call."


In addition to the Blessed Mother's message, I wanted to let you know of the latest developments from Amarillo, Texas!

As you know, mom came home from the hospital last Thursday a week ago.  We've been finding our way around by trial and error, using the wheelchair, scheduling therapy appointments, and trying to find a reputable agency to send someone to do some light housekeeping and assist mom in transferring to and from her wheel chair, bed, and toilet.

We finally got her out of the house to get her hair cut and nails done last Friday.  All was going well and she felt so good being out and about.  But, low and behold, my stomach had begun to burn on the ride to the hair salon.  Sue, mom's stylist, offered me water from the cooler to try and calm the burning in my stomach.  I had not eaten anything, so I thought that this might be the cause of the burning sensation.  I drank three large cups of water, but didn't experience any positive results.  In fact, the burning sensation grew worse.  I asked Lee to pick up some Gaviscon stomach antacids and I chewed two.  Thirty minutes later, we were home and I chewed two more.  I went to our bedroom and laid down.  As I lay there with my eyes closed, hoping to take a nap and wake up refreshed and pain free, I began to run my hand around the entire abdominal and stomach area.  In short, I was hurting everywhere. 

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen where mom was eating some chicken & rice and fresh turnip greens.  I spooned a small bit of each on a plate and ate it, thinking that would take care of the burning sensation.  NOT!

I finally asked Lee to take me to the ER at BSA Hospital, the same place we had left a week earlier with mom, a place I hoped I'd not have to see again.  But this time, it was the ER, and it was FULL, not to wonder about it being a Friday night and that is the night the uninsured come for treatment.  I waited three hours to be called back to an examination room. 

Long story short, I had appendisitis and needed surgery.  I was assured that the surgeon was excellent and would be in to see me soon.  My surgery began about 4 a.m. Saturday morning, me being way down the line of several surgeries already performed by Dr. Hollaway.  Amazing that I do not recall anything from recovery, but do recall being rolled back into my room where Lee was waiting.

I didn't have a lot of pain and I was lucky that it had not ruptured.  I was released and arrived back at mom and dad's about two hours ago.  Three small incisions and laproscopically, my appendix was removed (and I don't even know if I've spelled that correctly, nor do I care). 

So, WHAT ELSE CAN HAPPEN AROUND HERE?  We're supposed to leave on Sunday and Dad and Mom are totally stressed about my leaving them.  Dear Jesus, I am so torn, but I am HOMESICK! I want to see my babies, I want to sleep in my own bed and catch up on some much-needed rest! I am exhausted! I answer the phone every time it rings because it's a 99% chance it has something to do with mom.  It IS a Labor of Love to do all I can for her, but I can no longer lift her because of my surgery.  This coming week is going to be very stressful, so I'm going to try and rest this evening and in the morning.

So, we have survived another bump in the road,  yet we remain staunchly committed to the path we are on, the path of righteousness, the path that leads us to our eternal reward.  Please keep us in your prayers.

Peace Be With You and Yours,

Thursday, February 24, 2011


Hope you enjoy the other side of Maxine! I thought it kinda cool!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011


I am drawn to buy this book!


Faith is not a hothouse plant that must be shielded from wind and rain, so delicate that it has to be protected, but is like the sturdy oak which becomes stronger with every wind that blows upon it. An easy time weakens faith, while strong trials strengthen it.

~Katherine Workman


You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.

~Isaiah 55:12

Monday, February 21, 2011


This information is for Catholics only. It must not be divulged to non-Catholics. The less they know about our rituals and top secret code words, the better off they are.

AMEN: The only part of a prayer that everyone knows.

BULLETIN: Your receipt for attending Mass.

CHOIR: A group of people whose singing allows the rest of the Parish to lip-sync.

HOLY WATER: A liquid whose chemical formula is H2OLY.

HYMN: A song of praise usually sung in a key three octaves higher than that of the congregation's range.

RECESSIONAL HYMN: The last song at Mass often sung a little more quietly, since most of the people have already left.

INCENSE: Holy Smoke!

JESUITS: An order of priests known for their ability to find colleges with good basketball teams.

JONAH: The original 'Jaws' story.

JUSTICE: When kids have kids of their own.

KYRIE ELEISON: The only Greek words that most Catholics can recognize besides gyros and baklava. (for you non-Catholics it means Lord have mercy)

MAGI: The most famous trio to attend a baby shower.

MANGER: Where Mary gave birth to Jesus because Joseph wasn't covered by an HMO. (The Bible's way of showing us that holiday travel has always been rough.)

PEW: A medieval torture device still found in Catholic churches.

PROCESSION: The ceremonial formation at the beginning of Mass consisting of altar servers, the celebrant, and late parishioners looking for seats.

RECESSIONAL: The ceremonial procession at the conclusion of Mass led by parishioners trying to beat the crowd to the parking lot.

RELICS: People who have been going to Mass for so long, they actually know when to sit, kneel, and stand.

TEN COMMANDMENTS: The most important Top Ten list not given by David Letterman.

USHERS: The only people in the parish who don't know the seating capacity of a pew.

Saturday, February 19, 2011


May I have forgiveness in my heart for anything I think I've done wrong.

May I forgive myself for what I think were all my past omissions and commissions. They are long gone. I understand that I was a different person then and this one is forgiving the one that I was. May I feel the forgiveness filling me and enveloping me with a sense of warmth and ease.

May I forgive my parents for anything I have ever blamed them for. May I understand that they, too, are different now. May this forgiveness fill them and surround them, and may I know in my heart that this is my most wonderful way of togetherness.

May I forgive my nearest and dearest people for anything that I think they have done wrong or are doing wrong at this time. May they feel that I accept them. May that forgiveness fill them, realizing that this is my expression of love. May I forgive my friends for anything I have disliked about them. May my forgiveness reach out to them so that they can be filled with it and embraced by it.

May I forgive the people I know, whoever they might be, for whatever it is that I have blamed them for, for what I have judged them for, or for what I have disliked. May my forgiveness fill their hearts, and surround and envelope them with it, and let it be my expression of love for them.

May I forgive fully any special person towards whom I still have resentment, rejection, or dislike. May I remember that everyone is suffering. May this forgiveness come from my heart and reach out to that person completely and totally. May I forgive any one person, or any situation, or any group of people, whom I am condemning, blaming, or disliking. May my forgiveness be my expression of unconditional love. They may not do what I think are the right things.

May I remember that all human beings are suffering and that my heart needs forgiveness in order to have purity of love. May I look again and see whether there's still anyone or anything anywhere in the world that I blame or condemn. May I forgive them so that there is no separation in my heart.

May I put my attention back on myself and recognize the goodness in me and the effort I am making. May I feel the warmth and ease that comes from my forgiveness. May all beings have forgiveness in their hearts!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


. . . and I probably will! I don't know where to begin except at the beginning. If I'm a bit repetitious, please forgive.

As you know if you've been reading here, my mother suffered a stroke on December 15, 2010.  Soon as my dad got in touch with me, I was frantically searching for flights to Amarillo, Texas.  There were no flights that day due to the fact that it was about 3:00 in the afternoon, and although Amarillo, Texas has a "designated" international airport, it's not that big of a town - perhaps a population of 200,000.

My husband, Lee, accompanied me and we arrived on December 16.  We stayed in Amarillo until January 2, 2011.  When we left and said good-byes to my poor daddy at the airport, it tore my heart in two to see him cry.  Mom was still hospitalized (but stable) and he was still scared to death of the unknowns facing him in the future days and weeks, heck, for the rest of his life.  My daddy has BIG shoulders and he can carry the weight of just about any kind of problem or worry, but this concerned the greatest love of his life, it also being the greatest love story that I have ever known.

We talked to dad every day for the next two and a half weeks.  Dad was just not functioning - mentally or physically.  I was on the phone with him and he said, "I need help making all these decisions."  I was back in Amarillo two days later.

It is a little over two weeks now since I returned to Amarillo.  Every day, we go to the hospital.  We eat lunch out most days, and dinner frequently.  We have family friends who have been friends with my folks for over 35 years, so we were invited to dinner, to the Super Bowl party (at which time dad had a severe cold and it had snowed, but he NEEDED to get away from the reminders, just for a little while), and to other friends for steaks.

Dad enjoys cocktail hour, so I have a cocktail with him every evening after we leave mom at the hospital.  We build a roaring fire in the large fireplace, each of us sipping our toddies and giving attention to snail-mail (him) and Internet mail (me).  We are both so exhausted that we are in bed by 9:00 at the latest, and still, I wake up around 8 or 8:30 a.m.  Dad is already showered, had his breakfast, and is in his bathroom from where I hear the familiar humming of his razor.

My Adorable Mother, Betty
always in the kitchen!

We've been working with a Case Manager at the hospital who has reported to us every Thursday on mom's progress.  They were ready to "kick her out" (my phrase because it irritated me) weeks ago, but suddenly she felt her hand and her leg.  Apparently this sufficed as the significant progress they needed to continue her care and get paid by Medicare and GEHA.  The food is horrible, and the chairs are uncomfortable.  The therapy she has been given has been top notch, as has the nursing care.  Everyone there has fallen in love with my mother!  And why not?  She is the kindest, most loving, sweetest, graceful and grace filled woman I have ever known.  And guess what? I was blessed to be adopted by her and my dad! They saved me from a horrible situation, one where I had been molested by my own biological father, but that is another story for another time.  My mom and dad are my heroes!  It is now time for me to give back, to care for them as they have cared for me all of my life.  They have always, always been there for me, even when I hurt them and disappointed them.  Their love has always been unconditional, and believe me, I am now far down the road and I know how much I hurt them.  If I could take those times back, I'd do it in a heartbeat, but I cannot.  I am, however, promised to them, to care for them in their old age, to always be there for them.

My Heroes, Daddy and Mother
(Bob and Betty)

I think we've developed this very close and abiding relationship over the past 20 years or so. I can now talk with my dad, where he used to intimidate me.  I even told him he was stubborn once - I couldn't believe it came out of MY mouth, but it did.  He didn't bark, he just disagreed.  That makes me smile as I write about it.

Back to mom - the process for readying her AND US for her homecoming TOMORROW was something call "Transition Experience".  One or both of us had to stay with her for 48 hours straight and take care of every need.  You know, it wasn't as hard as it might be at home because we didn't have to cook her meals, but other than that, it took a toll on me especially.  I have a bad back, keep that in mind, and fibromyalgia and osteoarthritis .... no I'm not complaining, but rather stating the facts.  The deal was, I would stay with her the first night and dad would stay the second.  I slept in the chair right next to her bed that first night.  I didn't sleep much, and I raised my head and looked at her angelic face many times, just gazing at this beautiful mother of mine, envisioning her youth all the way through the years to where she is now at age 79.  She and my dad have taken good care of themselves and they both look much younger than their age.

The second night rolls around (yesterday).  Dad has had this ringing and roaring in his ear ... this is his meniere's disease.  It does this sometimes before the onslaught of a severe attack of the vertigo, and all nine yards of the "spell", including vomiting.

He was looking so pitiful, so I said, "Dad, you go home and take your medicine and get a good night's sleep.  It wouldn't do for you to have an attack here when you're supposed to be taking care of mother."  As it was, I stayed last night.  Mom couldn't get to sleep, so I ordered a sleeping pill.  I was restless; I couldn't sleep.  I watched television until after midnight.  I looked at mom several times and she was totally out!  I gently raised her head and shoulders and repositioned her pillow just like she likes it.  I made sure she was breathing and covered, and then decided to take advantage of the pull-out sofa.  It was hard, but I passed out immediately.

"Abbey, can you take me to the restroom?" awoke me at some point in time, maybe 4:00 a.m.  I rise and get the "Steady", get her on it and I'm kind of fumbling here because I'm not quite awake, but I manage to get her to the toilet.  She sits down and I lean against the shower, waiting for her to do her business.   Then she asks me, "are you doing to pull down my panties?"  Now this was just over the top stupid that I felt.  Here we go, stand up, stand tall ... and we concluding our business and I wheeled her back to her bed and put her in it all safe and comfortable.

"Abbey, can you take me to the restroom?"  This must have been a little before 6a.m.  I managed this time with little fanfare.  Then she asks:  "Do you think you could go ahead and give me my shower so I can be ready when daddy gets here?"  See?  The love, it's always there.  So, we do the shower thing - keep in mind that she cannot use her right hand or leg.  She's so cold - how can you build a hospital with slate tiled walls and flooring and NOT put a heater vent in there?  Poor thing, I had to cover her with towels as I washed her to keep her warm.

Hair is washed, clothes are on, and I am sitting on the floor, the only way that I can manage socks, leg brace, and shoes. WHEW! Finally done and I love her so much, she felt so good and I was so happy that I was able to do that for her.

Mom has had OT, PT and ST (Occupational, Physical and Speech Therapies, respectively) every day since she's been there, except weekends.  My mother entered the hospital exactly to months ago yesterday, February 15th, and she comes home tomorrow.

My dad is still at wits end.  He needs, must have someone to help him. I have a long list of agencies and I'm not quite sure how to tackle this interview process, but I will and I will find the best caretaker that I can to assist dad and to stay and help mom when he is out. He is also 79 years of age and my mother has ALWAYS done everything for him.  Oh he provides a wonderful living, has showered her with loads of expensive gifts, they have traveled all over the world, and he absolutely worships her.  In turn, she has been the most Biblical wife to her husband.  She acquiesces to him where I probably would not, but it is out of LOVE that she does all the can to make her husband feel like a king.  She pays the bills, he balances the checkbook - hence, he is lost where it concerns paperwork and the desk is piled high.  He sits there for about 30 minutes a day and that's all he can do.  That's okay, mom has enough of her mind to help him sort things when she gets home.  She will also be receiving in-home therapy three times a week with an open ended duration.

The carpet cleaners are here now, and when they have finished, I will begin cleaning the rest of the house - I want it perfect for her homecoming.  I have washed the sheets on their bed and put the wonderful smelling fabric softener in the wash so that they can go to bed together for the first time in two months, cuddle, sleep and just enjoy being together again.  I'm going to shut their door, turn the ringer on their phone "OFF" and tell them to just spend all the time they need resting and reacquainting.  Isn't that the loveliest thought?  My husband arrives on February 25th and I plan to return home with him on March 6th.  I pray that I get everything in order, enough to where Dad is not worrying so.

To my dear friends, please continue praying for them both, but especially my mother. She still has a long way to go.  The doctor believes she will walk again, and in fact, the therapists have had her walking with assistance.  Her arm and hand will heal more, but may not heal completely.  Perhaps God will bless us with another miracle, but I'm not asking, I have already received so much from Him.  His graces abound and I am completely humbled by this experience.  I know that He chose my mother as His instrument.  "Make me an instrument of your peace ...."  And so it is .... she has and will continue to touch so many lives.

Thank you all for being with me throughout this trying time.  I am forever changing, and this change assures me that I am on the righteous path that God has paved for me.

I want to thank dear friends John and Bonnie, Kenneth and Kay, Debbie, Robin, all of my Facebook friends, and all of the Daughters of the Nile friends of my mother for all of the calls, the visits, the comfort and the prayers.  And at the very top is my love, heart and soul, Lee.  We've been separated a long time, but he calls me daily with pep talks, understands when I break down and let it all hang out, and .... gosh, he's just the bestest husband and friend that a girl could every have, and I am so very proud of him.  He's all mine and I am definitely going to keep him!

I don't know how to end this except to say that it isn't the end .... we have more work to do by the Grace of God.  I love Him so much, I love Jesus Christ with all my heart and I am devoted to them and to my Blessed Mother in Heaven.  May the Lord's peace be with you all forever and ever! Amen!


Saturday, February 12, 2011


"The job is to ask questions -- it always was -- and to ask them as inexorably as I can, and to face the absence of precise answers with certain humility."



1. Try everything twice. On one woman's tombstone she said she wanted this epitaph:
"Tried everything twice. Loved it both times!"

2. Keep only cheerful friends.  The grouches pull you down.  (Keep this in mind if you are one of those grouches!)

3. Keep learning: Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever... Never let the brain get idle. 'An idle mind is the devil's workshop.'  And the devil's name is Alzheimer's!

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and lots of time with HIM/HER.

6. The tears happen: Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. LIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love: Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.  Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it.  If it is unstable, improve it.  If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

11. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second chance.

Gosnell Gang Denied Request for Delays; Arraignment Set for March 2

I encourage you to go to "OPERATION RESCUE" and read the post linked below. I did not look at the photographs .... it would honestly break my heart.

Gosnell Gang Denied Request for Delays; Arraignment Set for March 2


Thursday, February 10, 2011

Eternal, Loving Worship

Sing to him, sing praise to him: tell of all his wonderful acts. Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who see the LORD rejoice.

~Psalm 105:2-3

I can just see my two macho friends, John and Mike, in heaven, sons of God in the fullest sense.  I picture them grabbing each other, jumping up and down, and exclaiming "Oh Boy, now we get to do something!"  They rub their hands together, roll up the sleeves on their white robes, and ask, "Okay, Lord, what are our jobs?  We're ready to go!"

Our most important service to God in heaven is worship. Our first assignment is praise.  Heaven is a place of eternal, loving worship.  Our service will be to continually praise God without interruption.

"Huh?"  I can just see my guy friends say.

They might dare think, Isn't this going to get a little tedious after a while?

You could only say this if you conceive of truth, goodness, or even eternity and heaven as static and abstract.  It's not.  Not static, but dynamic.  Not abstract,  but concrete.

In heaven, praise won't be inert and abstract, like the impression you have when you  hear a musty old hymn sung by a handful of stone-face worshipers in a huge cathedral.   Or like the feeling you get when singing a praise chorus for the hundredth time.  Our heart really doesn't care if the song itself is new - some of the oldest hymns of the church are still fresh - but our heart cannot tolerate words or songs of praise that have dug ruts over the passage of time.  If joy and satisfaction aren't in your worship, then you know you're missing the mark.  You want to offer something fresh that hits home in the heart of God.

In heaven, praise will never be empty or short of its target.  Worship won't be suspended between us at point A and God at point B.  This kind of praise may be endured on hearth, but it's hanging in the breeze when it comes to heaven.

Praise in heaven will have substance.  Everything in heaven will have more substance than we ever dreamed.

In eternal praise, the thrill of getting there will be more than matched by what we see, hold, taste, and wear when we arrive.  For John and Mike, the thrill will include not only climbing the mountain, but enjoying the view from the top, and doing both at the same time.  We shall travel hopefully and arrive, as it were, all at the same moment - we will no longer desire our God who is absent, but rejoice in our God who is present.
LORD EVEN THOUGH I have had some wonderful worship experiences here on hearth, I can't wait for the dynamic worship we will share together around your throne in heaven.  Help me to get ready for heavenly worship by cultivating fresh, new ways to praise you now.
"Heaven, Your Real Home"
~Joni Ereckson Tada

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

The Passion

60 seconds with God...For the next 60 seconds, set aside whatever you're doing and take this opportunity! Let's see if Satan can stop this...THE (SCIENTIFIC) DEATH OF JESUS

At the age of 33, Jesus was condemned to the death penalty. At the ime crucifixion was the "worst" death. Only the worst criminals c ondemned to be crucified. Yet it was even more dreadful for Jesus, for unlike other criminals condemned to death by crucifixion, Jesus was nailed to the cross by His hands and feet, rather than tied. Each nail was 6 to 8 inches long. The nails were driven into His wrist. Not into His palms as is commonly portrayed. There's a tendon in the wrist that extends to the shoulder. The Roman guards knew that when the nails were being hammered into the Wrist, that tendon would tear and break, forcing Jesus to use His back muscles to support himself, so that He could breathe.

Both of His feet were nailed together. Thus He was forced to support Himself on the single nail that impaled His feet to the cross. Jesus could not support himself with His legs for long because of the pain, so He was forced to alternate between arching His back and using his legs just to continue to breath. Imagine the struggle, the pain, the suffering, the courage.

Jesus endured this reality for over 3 hours. Yes, over 3 hours! Can you imagine this kind of suffering? A few minutes before He died, Jesus stopped bleeding. He was simply pouring water from his wounds.

From common images we see wounds to His hands and feet and even the spear wound to His side...But do we remember the many wounds made to his body. A hammer driving large nails through the wrists, the feet overlapped and a nail hammered through the arches, then a Roman guard piercing His side with a spear. And.before the nails and the spear, Jesus was whipped and beaten. The whipping was so severe that it tore the flesh from His body. The beating so horrific that His face was torn and his beard ripped from His face. The crown of thorns (two to three inch thorns) cut deeply into His scalp. Most men would not have survived this torture.

So that your sins can be "washed" away. All of them, with no exception! Don't ignore this. JESUS CHRIST DIED...FOR YOU! For you, who now read this e-mail. Do not believe that He only died for others (those who go to church or for pastors, bishops, etc). He died for you! It is easy to e-mail jokes or silly photos, but when it comes to God, sometimes we feel ashamed to forward a message about Him on to others. We are worried of what they "may think."

Accept the reality, the truth, that JESUS IS THE ONLY SALVATION FOR THE WORLD.

God has special plans for YOU! Share this with all your friends...about what He went through to save you. Really think about it! May God bless you!

The Original Sin

I received this from one of my male friends; I completely disagree! The original sin was woman teaching man to talk, thereby him always ordering us around! LOL!

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

THIS DAY'S . . .

When a person forgives another, he is promising to do three things about the intended wrongdoing: not to use it against the wrongdoer in the future; not to talk about it to others; and not to dwell on it himself.

~Jay Adams


And this is the promise that he hath promised us; even eternal life.

~1 John 2:25

Sunday, February 06, 2011



Seek good, and not evil, that ye may live: and so the LORD, the God of hosts, shall be with you, as ye have spoken.

~Amos 5:14


Isn't it amazing how many people claim God is on their side. God has been "claimed" by those seeking to enforce slavery, practice prejudice, lie, bribe officials, practice hypocrisy, force injustice on the powerless, and practice "ethnic cleansing." But God makes the test pretty simple: do what is good, seek after the good, or you're not related to him! In the words of the prophet Amos, that meant equity for all peoples in court, in the marketplace, and in the place of worship. If we're claiming God is on our side, then we'd better draw close to the side of God, the side of goodness, justice, and mercy as God defines them!


Precious and Almighty God, full of mercy and lover of justice and fairness, I praise you for your concern for those who are often forgotten. By the presence of your Holy Spirit within me, convict me when I side with evil and oppression and stir me to work for the salvation of others, of my culture, and of my world -- not just eternal salvation, but salvation from evil and hatred that are so prevalent. May your Kingdom dawn more brightly in our world as it does in your heart and will for us. In Jesus' name. Amen.

Friday, February 04, 2011


Life is full of strife and anxiety. That is why I enjoy a bit a humor. It's like a linament that is rubbed on a sore back .... it feels good and the laugh is the cherry on top!

I'm going and coming and passing myself every day. The days all run together and it seems I just got up and it is time to go to bed again.  In the middle, I spend time at the hospital with my mom, now participating in therapy, learning "how to's".  They've set a release date - February 17th.  We are anxious to have her home. It will be a bit scarey having her total care and comfort in my and dad's hands.  But then again, I feel like she will do well once she is back in her environment, one she has been away from since December 15th last.

I'm in a quandry .... I don't know how long I'll be here, will it turn to a permanent move or will mom progress enough that dad will feel comfortable keeping her by himself.  He feigns helplessness, but I believe it is because mom has ALWAYS babied him and taken care of so many things.  In return, he made a good living and showered her with fine things, exotic trips, and the most wonderful love I've ever seen between two people.  He tells me, "we are ONE, that's the way it's supposed to be when you're married," and I agree. 

So sorry for the lack of regular posts and I hope the humor will make up somewhat for my absence and sporadic stories.  I love my readers, I truly do. 

May the peace of the Lord be with you always,



An Irish priest was transferred to Texas .. Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new Texas mission parish.

He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there was a jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn.
He promptly called the local police station......

The conversation went like this:

"Good morning This is Sergeant Jones. How might I help you?"

"And the best of the day te yerself. This is Father O'Malley at St. Ann 's Catholic Church. There's a jackass lying dead in me front lawn "

Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit, replied with a smirk, "Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!"

There was dead silence on the line for a moment . . . . .

Then Father O'Malley then replied,

"Aye, 'tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin."

Wednesday, February 02, 2011


I certainly don't think an adult could explain this more beautifully!  It was written by an 8-year-old named Danny Dutton, who lives in Chula Vista , CA . He wrote it for his third grade homework assignment, to 'explain God.' I wonder if any of us could have done as well?

'One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn't make grownups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way he doesn't have to take up his valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.'

'God's second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times beside bedtime. God doesn't have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because he hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in his ears, unless he has thought of a way to turn it off.'

'God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn't go wasting his time by going over your mom and dad's head asking for something they said you couldn't have.'

'Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't think there are any in Chula Vista . At least there aren't any who come to our church.'

'Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all the hard work, like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn't want to learn about God. They finally got tired of him preaching to them and they crucified him. But he was good and kind, like his father, and he told his father that they didn't know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said O.K.'

'His dad (God) appreciated everything that he had done and all his hard work on earth so he told him he didn't have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So he did. And now he helps his dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones he can take care of himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important.'

'You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time.'

'You should always go to church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's God!

Don't skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides the sun doesn't come out at the beach until noon anyway.'

'If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He's around you when you're scared, in the dark or when you can't swim and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids.'

' shouldn't just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and he can take me back anytime he pleases.

And...that's why I believe in God.'

Today's Message from Our Lady to Mirjana

Our Lady appeared to Mirjana Soldo today, February 2nd, 2011, and gave the following message:

"Dear children; You are gathering around me, you are seeking your way, you are seeking, you are seeking the truth but are forgetting what is the most important, you are forgetting to pray properly. Your lips pronounce countless words, but your spirit does not feel anything. Wandering in darkness, you even imagine God Himself according to yourselves, and not such as He really is in His love. Dear children, proper prayer comes from the depth of your heart, from your suffering, from your joy, from your seeking the forgiveness of sins. This is the way to come to know the right God and by that also yourselves, because you are created according to Him. Prayer will bring you to the fulfillment of my desire, of my mission here with you, to the unity in God's family. Thank you."

According to Mirjana, Our Lady blessed everyone that was present, then she thanked them and called us to pray for our priests.


Someone has written these beautiful words. read and try to understand the deep meaning of it.  They are like the ten commandments to follow in life all the time.

1] Prayer is not a "spare wheel" that you pull out when in trouble, but it is a "steering wheel" that directs the right path throughout.

2] So a Car's WINDSHIELD is so large & the Rear view Mirror is so small? Because our PAST is not as important as our FUTURE. So, Look Ahead and Move on.

3] Friendship is like a BOOK. It takes few seconds to burn, but it takes years to write.

4] All things in life are temporary. If going well, enjoy it, they will not last forever. If going wrong, don't worry, they can't last long either.

5] Old Friends are Gold! New Friends are Diamond! If you get a Diamond, don't forget the Gold! Because to hold a Diamond, you always need a Base of Gold!

6] Often when we lose hope and think this is the end, GOD smiles from above and says, "Relax, sweetheart, it's just a bend, not the end!

7] When GOD solves your problems, you have faith in HIS abilities; when GOD doesn't solve your problems HE has faith in your abilities.

8] A blind person asked St. Anthony: "Can there be anything worse than losing eye sight?" He replied: "Yes, losing your vision!"

9] When you pray for others, God listens to you and blesses them, and sometimes, when you are safe and happy, remember that someone has prayed for you.

10] WORRYING does not take away tomorrow's TROUBLES, it takes away today's PEACE.