No more.

No more.

Today is the fifth anniversary of my consecration to the Blessed Virgin Mary, but I don’t feel like celebrating. Honestly, today I wish I could just run and hide myself in Mary’s mantle, never to be seen or heard from again. Because I am horrified. Devastated. Grief-stricken. And angry. So, so angry.

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And yet. My Mama Mary is a fighter. She is gentle and loving, but she isn’t taking this wretched evil sitting down. Now way, no how. She shows me that she is crushing the enemy with her bare foot. She shows me she is interceding for her broken children, pleading for us all to return to her Divine Son in Spirit and in Truth. She is showing me that God wins.

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So, today, I’m choosing to be my Mama’s girl. I will choose to be brave. I will not run. I will not hide. I will not leave. I will not give up. I will not allow the sorrow and the anger and the fear to drown out my voice, trample my faith, or usurp my free will. I will stay. And I will fight.

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Today, I join millions of my brothers and sisters on this Solemnity of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass — the Church Militant, the Church Suffering, the Church Triumphant — offering what little I have as a sacrifice of thanksgiving and praise to a God Who is GOOD. Who still sits on His throne. Who is loving and merciful and just. And Who will not. be. mocked.

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I will pick up my rosary. I will offer my little sacrifices of praise and lamentation and fasting. I will ask for answers. I will demand change. And I will pray. Yes, I will pray. Because I am my Mother’s daughter. And the gates of Hell shall not prevail.

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+ Hail, holy Queen, Mother of mercy, hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope. To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve: to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn then, most gracious Advocate, thine eyes of mercy toward us, and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus. O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary! Pray for us, O holy Mother of God, that we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ. Amen. +

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Mea Maxima Cuppa: Prayerful, grateful, distracted

Mea Maxima Cuppa: Prayerful, grateful, distracted

This past month, I attended the second annual Northwest Catholic Women’s Conference near Bend, Oregon. One of the speakers, a mom of seven children, discussed her struggles to be fully present in her busy, day-to-day life.

I could relate.

I tend to get caught up in multiple projects, biting off more than I can chew. I think that’s how my phone ended up in the freezer that one time and how I accidentally triple-booked my family that other time.

Anyway, the speaker recently gained helpful perspective from a wise priest. He said, “Commend your past to Divine Mercy. Entrust your future to Divine Providence. Live holy the present moment.”

The priest’s words sounded familiar. Apparently, various iterations of this sentiment have been passed on for ages. In the calm of the retreat center, however, I received them in a new, heart-changing way.

I’ve been clinging to Jesus’s Divine Mercy for a long while now. I often rejoice in God’s love and mercy as I shed the baggage of guilt, shame, and regret in the confessional.

But I’m human, so sometimes I don’t truly let things go even after I’ve received absolution. Through the Sacrament of Reconciliation, Jesus puts my sins as far from me as the east is from the west, and yet I pick up the baggage again, allowing it to weigh me down. Commending my past to Divine Mercy means I must drop everything at the foot of the Cross and – this is key – leave it there.

Please read the rest here.

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What’s the truth?

What’s the truth?

August 4 2016 image @s_mckendrick

Lots of crazy stuff happening in the world today, right? “Crazy” seems like an understatement. I can’t believe the headlines and the feeds and the videos and the photos … it’s just too much.

Sometimes the noise from the media and society at large is enough to make me want to ditch this suburban existence and go off the grid to live in a yurt somewhere in rural someplace.

But then I wonder where I’d get my fancy coffee and a wifi signal and how we’d fit all the kids in such a tight space.

Details, details.

Even when everything seems to swirl around me at justtoomany miles per hour, there are, contrary to what the culture tries to shove down our throats, some absolute truths (and Truths) to which I cling, including:

God is good.

I am His.

I am loved.

Everything is grace.

The Catholic Church is my home.

Christ is present in the Holy Eucharist.

Mercy awaits all who enter the Confessional.

Being a wife and a mother is good, holy, and thoroughly exhausting work.

Heaven is real.

Music lifts my soul.

Almond milk lattes make me happy.

My husband is hilarious.

I love a good bass line.

Each of my children are wonderfully, fearfully made, and I’m lucky to be their Mom.

Jesus Christ is real and I need Him.

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Today, I have the honor of contemplating today’s Gospel reading over at Blessed is She. Basically, I’m asking myself – and you – if I truly have the faith to believe that God is Who He says. And, if I do believe it, what am I so worried about? 

” … faith isn’t reserved for some moment in the future when we have a minute to spare. It’s for today—it’s for right now. God is on His throne today. Jesus is saving us today. We are His children today. Do we believe?”

God’s got this. He’s got me. He’s got you. If only we have the faith to believe.

Read the rest here.

God bless y’all.

heather

Photo credit: Shannon Lacy for Blessed is She

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And now for something different – a fable over at CatholicMom.com

And now for something different – a fable over at CatholicMom.com

Today I’ve a new post up at CatholicMom.com and I’d love to hear your feedback. It’s a fictionalized tale of a woman with too much going on and not enough support to sustain her. Hm. Sometimes art imitates life? Anyway, I haven’t written anything fictitious in YEARS, so I’m interested to know what you think of it.

Please enjoy! And be at peace. <3

heather

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