I cannot fault a year that brings me new friends and closer to old ones. That deepens my love for my husband and humanity.
That reveals to me more of who I am and who I want to be.
Thank you. You were good to me.
It’s easier to move forward than backward.
This is important information as we move into the New Year.
“When all fails, look to the ground. That’s where you last left everything,” my husband tells me.
Read more...I somehow overlooked the metal pumpkin on my porch only to notice it the day after Christmas.
Read more...I’m optimistic 2009 will be the year I finally figure out our chronic dinner dilemma. As of Christmas day, I own both a crock pot and rice cooker. Your easiest, tastiest recipes are welcomed!
Read more...Words are only good when they express thought.
But my mind is currently empty.
My mom has a magnet on her refrigerator that says,
“If it wasn’t for stress, I’d have no energy at all.”
This might explain why I’m suddenly exhausted.
Do not look at your circumstances as a measure of God’s love for you. If you feel the need to compare your life with someone else’s, think of Mary.
If God has ever favored a human, indeed it was her, full of grace.
And she wound up giving birth alone with St. Joseph in a manger.
I’m pretty sure even 2,000 years ago that wasn’t considered ideal.
“In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it ‘Christmas’ and went to church; the Jews called it ‘Hanukkah’ and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say ‘Merry Christmas!’ or ‘Happy Hanukkah!’ or (to the atheists) ‘Look out for the wall!’”
~ Dave Barry, “Christmas Shopping: A Survivor's Guide”
Even the mannequins look tired. Poor plastic things.
The stress of last minute shopping seems to cause their limbs to fall off.
Today I ate the last five pieces of Halloween candy still lingering in our house. It was part of my Christmas preparation.
Read more...Today I watched new parents tend to their infant son, and I thought about Jesus being born in a manger.
Why would God choose to be a baby, so helpless, if not because he knew in doing so it would make him irresistible to our hearts.
More and more I see beauty as essential. Not the luxury I once thought it was.
And I’m not talking about what we see in the mirror but what we see in the world.
Or maybe it’s how we act in the world.
“If it’s not the truth, it’s a lie,” one of our favorite 3-year-olds declared the other day.
Read more...I think God is telling me to keep my house clean.
If it’s not God, it’s the unexpected visitors arriving at my door.
Ever since reading this, I’ve been wanting to tell people they look like money.
Read more...She reached out her tiny hand and gently poked the priest.
“You baptized me,” my 5-year-old cousin said.
“I did. Did it take? Did I drive the devil out?”
Seeing these photos was the absolute best part of my day.
Congratulations, Trisha and Tony!
“For nothing will be impossible for God.”
~The Angel Gabriel to Mary, Luke 1: 37
Sometimes it’s hard to believe in miracles.
But I don’t think angels lie.
We’re working on repeating ourselves every year in an effort to create our own family traditions.
So far, we have my husband setting up the Christmas tree and using one strand of lights to cover the whole thing.
Then, after we admire its beauty, he takes down the lights and I spend an hour diligently hanging about five strands.
The new handbag I’m eyeing at macys.com has six five-star reviews.
Although I did think it curious that the reviewers kept mentioning how “safe” the handbag, with its crossbody style, made them feel.
Then I realized five of the six women were over 50.
My niece, who will be turning 16 in a few days, texted me this tonight:
“Omg! I jus found the word ‘thingamajig’ in my spanish-english dictionary!”
Turns out the translation is chisme an coso.
Last night I dreamt about a home in my parents’ neighborhood.
This house has beautiful landscaping, which I always admire.
In my dream I was invited inside.
Now, in real life I know what the inside of this house looks like, but in my dream it was completely different.
Dark, cramped, strange.
All I kept thinking was how do we keep our insides matching our outsides?
“The mystics leave us in no doubt that any real growth in prayer, in communion with God, leads us into the desert, into the place of wild wide wastes, where we can get no bearings. We must come out from behind the security of our homemade identity, our self-appointed responsibilities, into the spaciousness of God’s world, a spaciousness whose dimensions and orientation we shall only gradually learn to recognize as freedom, within which we shall only gradually discover our true responsibilities.”
~ Fr. Simon Tugwell, O.P.
I’m really not a numbers person, but I can’t help marvel at these falling digits. Are gas prices on a fad diet or what?
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