- “For Openness”

- For Openness -

This is my prayer everyday. I have always heard, “Be careful what you pray for!” If you pray for patience God will give you tests of patience, if you pray for obedience, God will give you tests of obedience. One man prayed every day for an open heart and for God to give him a sign when he finally had an open heart. The man found himself, out of the blue, needing open heart surgery.

I pray for openness.

Today again I sit out on the porch with my mom and then go for a bike ride counting my blessings. I come inside and stretch across my bed and realize… God actually gave me openness. When I pray, I say, for openness, but don’t usually specify. Sometimes I say openness for Your will, openness for my mom. Today though I found a different kind of openness. It was an openness with my mom, with and for God’s will. We sat on the porch talking for a while about Mother Teresa and then about the Divine Mercy Chaplet which much to my great surprise is her favorite prayer as well! “We are so apart yet so connected,” she said. She started talking about God’s plan and how whatever path is meant for me to take, I will get there; not to worry. She asked about Sr. Mary which ended up opening the door further for conversation about religious life. I told her about Sr. Mary, Evan, Allison, Sr. Ana, Sr. Phyllis, Jen, Elfie the girls in formation, Sr. Joanne, Sr. Theresa, camp, camp life, vows, mass, formation – the works.

It was wonderful to sit on the porch with my mom, appreciate the day and just talk. Previous to the beginning of the conversation I had been reading The Interior Castle and read a line that said, “Let the idle chatter between friends drop down to what matters.” Today my mom and I had a good heart to heart about God and prayer, things that really matter. Thank you my Friend, I couldn’t and wouldn’t have answered my prayer any better.

“Only all for Jesus, through Mary.” MT

Indescribable

During these past two weeks I can’t even count how many times I have almost cried from pure happiness.

Last Tuesday while my friend Hallie and I were at Bakas, a barn for mentally/ physically handicapped children to ride as a form of therapy, I was walking along a trail leading the horse and the girl riding. As I walked, I stayed focused on the path making sure to avoid piles of crap and holes that the horse could potentially trip on. While I was so busy concentrating on making sure nothing bad happened, I failed to notice God’s presence… as usual. A Bakas Employee who was sitting on top of the horse with the girl points out to her the dandelion flurries floating across the path in front of us. Really looking up for the first time I was awestruck by the beauty in front of me. There really are no words, I wish I were able to have a picture of it because I cannot even describe how beautiful it was.

Being at Bakas has really taught me a lot. Today I messed up a lot. I am in many ways out of my element. I have not been around horses in ten years and really do not remember much of the tacking protocol nor how Bakas does it particularly. The employees will tell you like it is most times which I like and which I need because I am a trial and error type learner. I like to be perfect at everything I do or I don’t like it which in some cases is not a good attitude. When I feel like I can’t do the job or have no idea what I’m doing I don’t like it; but I have learned that when I have some patience and stick with it I become better, learn the ropes and love what I am doing. This is my life; I am kind of slow at learning. I did not learn how to read until the second grade but once I got it I was the most advanced in the class because I LOVED to read. Like many other things throughout my life I need some extra time but once I got it I won’t let anyone down, or at least try my very best not to.

Both this Thursday and last Thursday a set of twins came in for their riding lessons. I’m not sure exactly what mental handicap they have but they are both very smart and will communicate with you, however they have difficulty actually forming words. These two girls are the most joy filled girls I have met though and will make you laugh and feel so at ease. You honestly can’t help but smile when you look at them because they just glow with happiness and although they just met you will wave eagerly when they see you. Their smile and laughter is always constant and both days I just laughed and found myself relaxing and enjoying my time there so much.

Today during a different lesson the girl who was riding the horse I was leading said she was a messenger of God. She must have been around 9 or so. I’m don’t know where that comment came from but other than agreeing I really didn’t know what to say. I mean what she said is completely true. We are all messengers of God sent to be living examples of His love. God once again made His presence known in a very blunt way. Thanks my Friend.

I keep reflecting on the graces and blessings God has given me throughout the past couple weeks just while being at Bakas. I have realized that the way I lead the horse is the way I lead myself through life; always looking down watching for pitfalls and worrying about an accident happening or something going wrong. Problem with that is I shouldn’t be leading myself, I should be letting God lead me. Although the horse is supposed to be aware of his surroundings, he is also counting on and trusting in his rider and/or the person leading him to guide him and make it along the trail ride. I likewise should be trusting in God to guide me through life and I shouldn’t be so focused on whether the next step will land me in a pile of crap or if the pothole twenty feet ahead will trip us up. Rather I should walk boldly forward and be aware of the road but not so focused that I miss what beauty God is trying to show me or the love He is trying to give me. I shouldn’t be so intent on what may happen that I miss what I could be doing instead.

I think more with my head than with my heart which, in many ways, I prefer. However, as I have tried opening my heart and being more attentive to God over these past few months and especially within these last few weeks, I am more moved. By a word, by a smile, by a picture or by nature, when I see the presence of God I am moved and begin to cry but because of joy and in a way because of longing. I want to much to please Him and He is so good to me although I don’t deserve it. He is so beautiful and full of love.

Today I sat on the back porch reading as the rain came pouring down. I had to thank God because I realized I hadn’t had that experience for a year or more. Before this realization came however I was reading for a good while until the sparkling of sun light catch my eye. Distracted, I looked up and saw the sun shining amidst the dark clouds. It was reflecting on the floor of the patio where a puddle had collected. Seeing the rays and the rain falling down was so  beautiful and that is when I realized, it had been a while since I appreciated the rain. Ironically, the same girl who had told me she was a messenger of God asked me as we were walking around the stable, when was the last time we had rain?

Well my Friend, I’m sure I have missed a lot of lessons but I am grateful you opened my heart enough so I could see the ones I did. Please continue to help me grow and use my heart more than my brain when appropriate. Thank you for the countless blessings and indescribable love You have shown.

“State Sempre Allegre.” Be happy always for this is the sign of a heart that greatly loves God. – Mother Mazzarello

Here it is again…

…The idleness, the discontentment neither of which are the right descriptions. I want so badly to be able to express what is on my heart. I want so badly to be able to do something. But I’m stuck. I feel the need to draw it out but I can’t even find a focus point to start. My head is racing with thoughts and its hard to stay focused. What is it exactly that leaves me so listless? So restless? I have an idea but what exactly can I do?

For the past week I have had an improvement and I have finally been sleeping all the way through the night, waking up with songs or prayers playing in my thoughts. The bad dreams have become fewer. The temptations in my dreams have decreased. Its been a while since I have slept peacefully.

Last Sunday when I found out there might be a possibility I could go to Camp again this summer and my mom was saying no I didn’t know what else to do. I wanted SO badly to go. There on my bed my glow in the dark Rosary caught my eye. So I sat down and I promised Mary that if I was able to go to Camp I would pray the Rosary every night starting right then and there. For a solid week I have kept my promise and every night before I go to bed I actually sit down and pray, something I have not done on a daily basis ever by my self.

I never thought repeating prayers over and over again can be so fulfilling. Sometimes I meditate on the words, sometimes on a particular prayer or person. It has helped me understand a little more the power of prayer and why some people dedicate their entire life solely to prayer. For however long it takes to pray, I am able to offer up the needs of other people and seek forgiveness for the situations with people I am finding it hard to overcome myself. In the Martha and Mary story I am straight up Martha but each night for a little bit I find the joy in being Mary. To sit and just be with the Lord and our Mother.

Instead of laying in bed and having my thoughts run ramped and get all jumbled up, I have found how uplifting and freeing praying the Rosary has become. I express myself to God and of course Mother Mary. Give over to them the worries about people in my life and their situations, the things people have asked my to pray for and my worries and concerns over the things I am going through as well as my thanksgivings.

I was reading a book today in which the author was going through some of the same thoughts I had earlier in the school year. It was an extremely low and scary time; at the same point in which I had to give it all over to God so she too found herself begging for His help which was something she had never done before. More and more I am learning to identify this restlessness and trying to address it. Most times it really helps to go to Villa and help out or volunteer other places but on days like today when I had to stay home it resurfaces more and I don’t quite know how to channel it.

Phil 4: 6-7 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

I’m Learning to Be the Light

What so ever things are true,
What so ever things are honest,
What so ever things are just,
What so ever things are pure,
What so ever things are lovely,
What so ever things are of good report,
If there be any virtue and if there be any praise, 
Think on these things.”

Tomorrow my little bro will be making his Confirmation and I am honored to be able to be his sponsor. He is taking the name of St. Michael the Archangel who is the protector of cops. Immediately when he told me his name I thought of Sr. Mary’s twin, I pray he too will watch over and protect my little bro. I am so proud of him and who he is and I know he is going to do great things with his life.

Being at college and never being able to come home until breaks has its drawbacks because I’m not able to be around for my family as much as I would like. Sometimes we skype or he will call me if he needs help with something but other than those times we don’t get to talk extensively a whole lot. For this reason I am really happy I am home and I am so honored that I will be able to be apart of his Confirmation as he is recognized as a full member of the Church and reaffirms his faith for himself.

I know I really didn’t take my Confirmation seriously and don’t really remember it other than being excited to choose Mother Teresa as my Saint and because I haven’t been home for any of his lessons I’m not sure what all he has learned or how seriously he has taken his process. Last night I was listening to the radio and a song comes on and he ran out of his room and yelled down the stairs, “That’s my song!! That’s my Confirmation song!” At least I know he is excited at one aspect of it! Today as we were in rehearsal the Confirmandi had to sing it and it was such a beautiful song. It is their gift to the Bishop and it is the promise to give themselves and their lives for God and His good.

I’m Learning to be the Light

During the practice I was really trying to hold back my emotions and tears. I was and am so happy I can’t explain it. I want so much for my little bro to succeed and have the chance to do the things he dreams of and go where he wants to in life. Already he has done way better than my older bro and I ever did in school and unlike us he has stayed out of trouble and been respectful.

My Friend, please watch over my little bro in all aspects of his life. Please guide him and help him as he enters high school and keep him strong in his morals and always kind and loving towards others. Please help him reach his goals and always strive for doing things to the best of his abilities. Please don’t let any harm come upon him and protect him, I really couldn’t stand to see anything happen to him. St. Michael and Michael please guard him and guide him to be faithful and righteous in all areas. Please help him grow in his faith and rely on God for strength especially in the tough times.

                                                                    Police Officer’s Prayer to St. Michael

Saint Michael, heaven’s glorious commissioner of police,
who once so neatly and successfully cleared God’s premises
of all its undesirables, look with kindly and professional
eyes on your earthly force.

Give us cool heads, stout hearts, and uncanny flair for
investigation and wise judgement.

Make us the terror of burglars, the friend of children and
law-abiding citizens, kind to strangers, polite to bores,
strict with law-breakers and impervious to temptations.

You know, Saint Michael, from your own experiences
with the devil that the police officer’s lot on earth is not
always a happy one; but your sense of duty that so
pleased God, your hard knocks that so surprised the
devil, and your angelic self-control give us inspiration.

And when we lay down our night sticks, enroll us in your
heavenly force, where we will be as proud to guard the
throne of God as we have been to guard the city of all
the people. Amen.

2nd Chances.. 3rd Times the Charm

I just found out today that I am officially able to be a counselor at Camp Auxilium again this year. I am beyond excited for multiple reasons.

Last summer was EXTREMELY rough to say the least. I came home and swore up and down that I would never enter religious life, it was not for me and I was absolutely sure about that. I said I was glad I went because I knew for sure after experiencing it for seven weeks that it was not for me and that’s not how I wanted to spend the rest of my life. That is probably where God laughed and said we would try again. So He gave me a few months, filled it with many lessons and allowed me to retry a relationship with Jarrod. Once again however something was not right, not satisfactory. Spring break came in March and I had the opportunity to spend the week with the Sisters in New Jersey. Jarrod and I had been broken up for two months by this time and he was the only one who knew what was on my heart and mind. While in Jersey I found the part that was missing and cried as we pulled out of the lot.

I wasn’t planning on going to Camp this summer. I wasn’t particularly interested, I was just going to stay home work on driving and apply for an on campus job and head back to school early.. that was my plan. I came home however and found myself incredibly restless so my friend and I began volunteering at the library and at a barn that lets physically and mentally handicapped children ride. By the end of the first week however I realized how badly I wanted to go to Camp. I told myself to just stick it out and hopefully next year I would be able to go, it wasn’t meant for me this year it was too late to submit an application, I had already made my plans.

All last week I waited for the interview for the on campus summer position but it was postponed until this week. Ironically in the midst of this lapse my unspoken prayers were answered sending my heart racing and soaring; Marguerite told me on Sunday without my asking that there still might be room at camp if I wanted to come. Excited I immediately asked my mom what she thought about me going to Camp. Quite plainly she said she didn’t want me to go, she wanted me to stay home, that wasn’t apart of her plan. I rebutted that it didn’t matter if it was her plan she had to be open because things change… She told me to do whatever I wanted.

I know Camp is really where I need to be this summer. I really need the positive influence of the Sisters that always helps me make good choices when I am in the face of temptation at school as well as the desire to be apart of the prayer, ministry and community life which I love. I realized how much the Sisters really mean to me when I felt really disheartened about having to wait an entire year before I would be able to see some of them again. I am finally at peace and I am grateful for God giving me a second chance. I really am going to make the most of it this time.

I have grown up a lot within the past year having to say goodbye to both Sr. Mary and Melissa as they followed God’s plans for them and others. Having Sr. Mary leave was almost as heartbreaking as when my grandma died. Having Melis leave was not as bad because I had already had to say a goodbye two months prior and realized I could honor her by carrying on the ministry she started at Leo. I know last summer I was very bitter about Sr. Mary having to move to New Jersey but I have finally accepted it. This summer she will only be around for a few days but its ok, that’s life and I have to appreciate whatever time is granted and make every minute count.

I was told last summer that there is a difference between a vocation and an infatuation. If Sr. Mary were to leave would I still enter the convent? I have reflected a lot on that question in regards to my vocation this past year. I told my mom today that Sr. Mary will be leaving four days after I arrive at Camp which sucks but I am still really looking forward to the season and especially being in community with the Sisters. Although Sr. Mary may have been the one who drew me into Salesian life, it is now Gods reign and I just have to go with it. So I’m excited for another chance this summer. I am not holding onto any bitterness and I am a lot more open – it’s all for you Lord, show me Your way!

God blessed me again in helping my mom be more open to the idea of me leaving. Today we had a conversation about the future as she asked whether I was discerning or not. I told her what was on my mind I know it pains her to think of me leaving but she said whichever way I decided to go she supports me.

Loving Father

Its funny how I try so hard to be independent and try to do everything myself and yet some times I have no other option than to rely on my parents.

All semester I have been saving for a car so I applied and have been working at two jobs to save up more money. I set a goal and only missed it by a couple hundred dollars but I am pretty proud I was able to see some results in working hard and almost achieved what I had originally planned. When I came home for summer I found out my parents planned on matching whatever I had saved up so I was two-thirds good to go for a car… they told me to apply for a loan from the bank for the rest. No big deal I figured. I got a letter on Thursday however saying I was denied the loan, so I call the bank to see what the issue was….I didn’t have any type of credit so they could not grant me a loan of any amount. I almost cried while still on the phone but stayed calm. How do I fix that so I can get a loan? I asked the guy. The only solution was to co-sign and have someone vouch that I would indeed make my payments however, if for some reason I did not, that would endanger some one else’s (my parents) credit.

I told my mom what happened and she explained the repercussions of co-signing which she didn’t want to do, so without even having to ask, I realized it was a no go on that option. I got off the phone with her and tried holding back the tears but they came anyway. I was completely torn up- how would I get to internship? This was my future.. what would I do if I could not go through with the program? I thought of the different options… I could try saving another semester, asking for an internship within walking distance again and then hopefully get a car during winter break…

I thought of the story of when Lazarus died and Jesus came and knew He was going to bring Lazarus back to life but He cried anyway… here I was crying and I knew God would provide in some way yet I was still crying. A little ball of hope started to build and grow, I knew everything was going to be ok, God had never let me down before and if I couldn’t get a car now then obviously I was not ready or prepared yet.

Still a bit upset over the news but relying in God, I got a message a little while later from my mom saying she would help me out, not to worry.

I feel like this is our relationship with God as well, we try so hard to be independent and show Him we can do it that we forget He is actually there to guide us and walk with us through life. He gave us human parents to walk with us through life on earth so hopefully they would be good role models and examples that we could turn to if we needed anything; so has been the tradition for generations. Even better though, God is our eternal Father and He is with us through both this life and the next and He WANTS us to seek Him and ask Him for help, He doesn’t want us to do it alone. I have learned this week that I don’t need to be “grown-up” all the time; its ok to say I need help, I can’t do this on my own.

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Driving Day 1 & 2 = Success!

I went out driving with my dad Wednesday around the neighborhood and on a road connecting the neighborhoods which was 30mph and actually did really well! I surprised myself and my dad! I have been mentally preparing myself for the past semester and under the circumstances in order to go through with my education internship I NEED to be driving, so I am going to do it point blank. Since the drunk driver accident a million different scenarios have replayed in my dreams and in my head basically every time I get into a car but I realized I can’t let my fears control me, its time to let them go.

Day 1- I was going 18mph, the scariest part was passing a car coming the opposite direction on the road. After we had safely passed each other my dad said, See, your good, he’s on his side your on yours. I realized I had been holding my breath and agreed, it wasn’t so bad. Driving along I heard a song playing on the radio about God being there and His blessings. I relaxed.

Day 2- Today my dad asked if I wanted to go driving and in my excitement I started jumping up and down and begged my mom to come and see my improvement. This was a feat that she actually did come seeing as she was the last person to be with me in the car two years ago when a huge wooden chair broke into pieces on a real road right in front of me. I came to stop but had a panic attack and froze and she had to jump into the driver’s seat and continued down the road. Today I was on the 30mph road for a lot longer than Wednesday which was scary and thrilling at the same time. I am always scared about losing control and hitting someone else especially going at high speeds but I did it and I passed a lot of cars without any collisions! I realized as long as I kept both hands on the wheel the car is under my control, its not going to go its own direction, its not going to run off the road, its not going to crash, I just have to maintain the wheel. When we came home my mom said, Wow I’m surprised you did really well. That was really good. I don’t know what I was expecting but that was good. Hearing that made me feel so much better because I’m improving! Slowly but surely!

One step at a time…

Its been one heck of an ending to this school year. As usual I stayed until the very last day which helped make the transition and goodbyes easier. I had to be ready at 7am the following day to help with graduation but I decided to live up my last night at Leo a little bit and hang out with some friends rather than go to sleep early; for better or worse, it may not have been my best decision, but I would redo it. I did not drink however all night I was around casual drinking and later some people showed up and brought more alcohol and started smoking which gave me a massive headache on top of the all too sweet smell of the alcohol mixtures which were making me a bit queasy.

The past week I had only been able to grab a few hours of sleep each night and I was already exhausted but this was my last night at Leo for a long while so I wanted to make the most of it. I ended up staying out until 5am hanging out, talking around the camp fire and star gazing; on the way home I felt it with an exploding headache and my body threatening to vom; whether it was from exhaustion or I caught the virus going around I’m still unsure. That morning, an hour after I got back, my room mate tried to wake me to tell me the shower was free but I could not even open my eyes, let alone move my head was still exploding and my body still extremely nauseous. Looking back now its kinda funny because she literally banged on my door and when that didn’t worked she climbed through my unlocked window into my room. Needless to say I missed the graduation ceremonies and spent the majority of the day in bed only being able to say goodbye to the seniors, take some pictures and head home.

I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately… this coming school year I am going to be 21 and can drink. I will no longer have an excuse to say no when people offer me something but after going through this semester, I know its going to be ok and I will be able to manage the responsibility. I think this past year has been the peak of temptation for me and because I have made it through, the ones to come, although maybe be difficult at times, will be easier because I know myself more and can stand strong in my values. About a month ago when I was really struggling with being one of the few not to drink and everything else, I put a picture of my dad and I as the background on my phone. He told me recently how proud he was of me and because I can count on one hand the amount of times I have heard my dad tell me that it means so much and I really don’t want to let him down. When I’m in a difficult situation or feeling outcast in the sense that I’m not doing what everyone else is, I see my phone and realize there is more to life and I have a goal to achieve.

Looking back, I keep remembering the random guys words, “Stay focused!” It makes sense, especially looking back on the events throughout the past couple of weeks following that conversation… Oddly enough I think I know where I belong in a broad sense, now I just have to stay focused, stay open and take a step at a time; God will get me there.

What now…?

I don’t know what to do or where to find the answers. This has been a night of many lessons and just when things were finally starting to make sense, they go topsi turbi again.

The question of the night started off, “Am I an asshole?” I was relieved that that was what was on his mind and not us getting back together. The discussion soon turned into have him asking have I changed; as a person? The inner person of what makes me, me? Then to, what makes you, you? Then to, God and Love and life and purpose and Heaven and Hell and choices… I know there was more on his mind but 3am drew close and I was exhausted so that’s where it left off.

We’ve been broken up for over two months now and still I am so in love with him. I love that we can be so real with each other and call each other out, say it like it truly is and pick each other up at the same time; how we push each other forward. Today was the first time he has been over since January and of course the first thing he would say is, “Wow, your room is a mess. I think it’s gotten worse.” and of course when I kicked him out and told him to go to the common room he offered to clean it. Its just the little things.

I am so torn up right now. I gave him back his sweater before he left, hugged him goodbye and then questioned God. I heard a loud knock at the door which sent my heart racing but he was no where in sight instead his sweater lay at my feet. What am I to do? Is this the guy being stubborn or God saying give it a chance? He has been telling people he knows we belong together, but Adam said the same thing and I know Adam and I don’t belong together. Problem this time is I don’t know whether or not Jarrod and I belong together. I don’t know where life leads. So what now?

Should I consider a relationship? I don’t think I should be in one. I’ve told him that and he hasn’t tried to convince me any way and he doesn’t bring it up although its quite obvious he still really cares about me. He didn’t argue when I handed him his sweater; he thanked me and said he would see me later. He has told me before he will wait because he feels like that is what God is telling him- to just wait and let me get everything straight.

I’m lost my Lord.

To love others, you must first love God.”

Stay Focused…?

A little over a week ago a friend asked/demanded I go see a comedian with her that the school had brought. Afterward an old man, as he was leaving, walks by us, looks at me and says, “You’re a serious one aren’t you.” I didn’t even know how to respond. I wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not due to the fact that I had been cracking up with my friend the entire time I was there. My friend and I both laughed and I was like oh yeah, real serious! However, he then said, “No seriously, it takes a lot to make you laugh.” I looked at him and said, I’m not sure what your trying to say but he repeated that he was being serious he really wasn’t making fun of me.

Typically I do not talk to men I barely know and I especially don’t talk to men I don’t know but I felt like I knew this man from somewhere and as we got into a conversation, I asked him if he was a teacher at the school or something and he said no he was the limo driver for the comedian and had just moved to Tampa four years ago. By this point I was completely confused as to why we were talking because although I thought he was familiar, he wasn’t and why, among everyone else that was in the auditorium did he start talking to me. 

My parents always warned me about strange men trying to lure girls away but it wasn’t like that we stayed in the doorway talking and he didn’t try going any further. He once again mentioned that I had a lot of focus and how that was really good. He warned me not to let other things get in the way of my focus and goals and to not “f* up” by doing stupid things.

I sometimes wonder if God still tries to speak in modern days. I know one time he did to me on my mother’s behalf through a lady in the soup kitchen but, what about this man? Did God move him to tell me to stay focused? At a time when I was completely relaxed and open for once? I mean if so it did come at a good time; its advice that has been ringing in my head ever since. At the same time I am still so confused. Why me? What was he trying to say about being serious? Why did he say to stay focused? How did he know? Was it just an old man being an old man? 

My friend I was with thought we knew each other and was shocked to find out afterward I had no idea who the man was. While building set that night, I told a couple of the girls I was with what the man said and one looked at me and said you know God speaks in funny ways sometimes, maybe you should listen.

Its still mind boggling to think about. Just the timing of it all. And what exactly am I staying focused to achieve on top of everything else? Can I please have a road map? I felt like this man knew something I didn’t, like he had the GPS to my destination. Where exactly is my place in life? This morning I woke up and thought about changing the world; just by doing everything I can and not stopping until I can do nothing more. I quit asking how on the futuristic scale a while back and started looking at the now, although the future still boils on the back burner.

This past weekend we put on a musical called Behind the Scenes: A Real Fairytale. It uses classic fairytale songs combined with scripture and real life events from the lives of the cast. The responses we heard back from the audience were: it was challenging, funny and tear-jerking and it caused them to think. With our God given talents we changed the world- not the globe but the world we live in. Sometimes its easier to see than others but I felt that this is my mission right now; to just give all I have and help as much as I can.

At the same time, college comes with a lot of wide inviting roads with a lot of traps. Once again drinking is on the forefront of it all and it is ONLY by the strength of God that I have not given in. Not gonna lie, its really really difficult at times. I am a waitress at a Tavern where alcohol is offered to me a lot, I’m in a sorority where parties happen and I hang out with a bunch of people who like to drink and some who drink in order to get problems off of their mind or de-stress so basically I need only say the word and a cup would be in my hand. But something holds me back every time- a thought, a memory, a person and I stand steady. Right now I can use the excuse that I’m underage but in less than a year what will I say? I don’t want my life to be consumed by alcohol and the care free feeling it brings but in all honesty I want to be there with my friends. I use my head over my heart in practically every circumstance but what will happen when my head is no longer thinking straight? How much would alcohol affect my judgement? Its a struggle.

So in the midst of this battle, when a familiar seeming man walks up and says “don’t lose focus” and don’t “f* up” (and his word choice is beautiful because to f* up for me would be to give into drinking) how would you respond… Seriously God?! Such is my life, God likes to make sure I stay on track although where I’m headed is as good a guess as any because I’m still torn in the vocation department. I’m not in a rush though, there is still a lot to accomplish where I am and hopefully set this ball rolling so it can continue to make an impact; I mean, as long as I stay focused!

Don’t listen to them when they say, “You’re just a fool, Just a fool, To believe you can change the world.”
The worlds so big it could break your heart And you just wanna help But not sure where to start so you close your eyes; Send up a prayer into the dark.”

                               – CHANGE. by Carrie Underwood

 

HERE WE GO!!!!

7 hours and I will be on the plane heading to Jersey!! I am beyond excited! I have not slept for the past three nights but I think I will finally get a couple hours, I am starting to get tired!!!

My Friend, I have no idea what this trip will hold, what difficulties I face nor all the Joys I am about to experience, but I know Your hand is guiding it all. Please help me to make the best of everything and teach me. Help me to be open and listen with my heart. Please help me learn how to meditate and pray.

This is going to be crazy, seven whole weeks… wow. I have a lot to learn. Please give me the strength and the energy to complete all my tasks to 110%. I know I am not perfect but please help me to avoid any possible errors. Help me to bring You to the kids I will be with everyday and let me be open enough for them to bring You to me.

Thank you my Friend for this opportunity, You know I need this. What I learn in these next couple of months please help me to carry with me everyday, even while at college. Please don’t let me falter. I trust in You, without reserve. I am Yours, tear me down and build me up. Use me so I may be your pumpkin, Your Hands and Your Feet.

I’m ready and willing.

“BE STRONG IN THE LORD. NEVER GIVE UP HOPE. YOUR GONNA DO GREAT THINGS, I ALREADY KNOW. GOD HAS HIS HAND ON YOU SO DON’T LIVE LIFE IN FEAR. FORGIVE AND FORGET BUT DON’T FORGET WHY YOUR HERE. TAKE YOUR TIME TO PRAY AND THANK GOD FOR EACH DAY. HIS LOVE WILL FIND A WAY. . . . LAST TIME WE SPOKE YOU SAID YOU WERE HURTING AND I FELT YOUR PAIN IN MY HEART. I WANT TO TELL YOU THAT I KEEP ON PRAYING LOVE WILL FIND YOU WHERE YOU ARE.”

-Side Walk Prophets: These are the Words I Would Say.

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Today is the day my grandma died two years ago on a rainy night. Its raining right now but I know when the sun rises its going to be glorious. I still really miss you and love you Grandma, you better be celebrating your afterlife birth date!!

Lately I started reading again which I haven’t done in two years. The other day I baked which I haven’t done a whole lot of since my grandma hasn’t been around. My toast still won’t turn out anywhere near as good as hers, I don’t know what her secret is! I have finally let go for the most part. I still really miss my grandma’s laugh and her warm welcome’s. I miss talking to her and baking with her. I miss watching Golden Girls and Murder, She Wrote with her. I turned on Golden Girls last week and was cracking up; there was a day when I turned it on and they were showing all the episodes my grandma and I watched the last time we were together, it was bitter sweet.

I know you are in good hands now, please watch over us and keep our family together, it’s not the same. I love you and still wish more than anything I could give you that hug I never did, but one day. Separated by lifetimes, but forever in my heart.

Expect the Unpexpected!

My reflection for the WYD newsletter:

In less than two months we will all be packing our bags and heading off to experience the pilgrimage of a lifetime: World Youth Day. When I first heard about it a couple years ago, my joy shot through the roof, I couldn’t believe that I actually had the chance to go. Even though the past two years have been weighted down with monthly payment deadlines, we have finally made it; we can now sit back and enjoy the ride! Instead of focusing on the monetary aspect of this pilgrimage, we can finally turn our attention to the true spirit of it all, being “Rooted and built up in Christ, Steadfast in our Faith.” For those of us who have been a part of this journey for the past two years and for those of us who just joined, we are incredibly blessed; God has a lot in store for us if we open our hearts and minds to Him.

I honestly have no expectations for this pilgrimage, I don’t know what’s coming and I have no idea what this journey will be like. However, I am thrilled beyond words. To each of us, this journey will be something unique, God will speak to each of us through our own spirituality; maybe in the quiet, maybe in the music, or in the culture, or maybe in a random passerby, but ready or not, He will be knocking. The question each of us must then answer is, “Am I willing to let Him in?” This journey does not last for only ten days but a lifetime. What each of us takes home from this pilgrimage is up to us and how open we are. For those willing to answer, all I can say is “Expect the unexpected!”