On the NBC Nightly News on Friday, December 14, 2007 … the Making a Difference segment … brought tears of joy to my eyes. I hope it effected most folks like that also.
A man, wrongly accused of a crime many years ago, was proven innocent by DNA testing; and he was awarded a large sum of money … over $300,000. And THEN … what did he do?
He started a foundation to help other inmates, whether proven innocent and released … or released when their time was served. And … how is he helping them?
He visits the prison (s) [not sure if more than one, or which, probably near where he lives] … AND … he finds out who is getting out soon; what they want to do with their lives; and then finds them the training and/or job that closest matches their dream.
NOW, folks … that is what Jesus was talking about … when he said ‘love your neighbor’. And we can all do that. BUT this man … went way beyond what most folks would do.
It was such a pleasure to watch some of the folks that he had helped. One man, a chef (not a fast food cook, but a chef) went on saying, over and over, ‘I would not have made a good life if it were not for him'. That man was working in a nice restaurant, with high white hat and all. ;-)
The man the story was about … had no time for revenge, not even for the prosecutor, saying … ‘he was doing his job with the evidence that was made available at that time. It was 20 years … in the coming to truth and justice, but he seemed to believe … ‘it was GOD’s plan’.
How awesome if more of us lived each day believing that no matter what problems befall us … GOD does have a plan. When we work through our troubles and suffering, we are stronger … and can help others … as they need some human … talking them through their hills and valleys.
As our son, MJ would say ‘pray … but pray with an ‘attitude of gratitude’ and ‘trust in the Lord’ that he will get around to the positive answer … when and if we are ready to accept it.
Je t’aime and … DIEU TE BENISSE!!!
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
A HOLY OF HOLY DAYS; OF OBLIGATION
(I began writing this on Dec. 7, 2007) Did I say I have been busy?
TOMMOROW IS THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION … ANNIVERSARY … OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY BEING CONCIEVED IN THE WOMB OF ST. ANNE.
That is how Mother Angelica started her program, this week on Tuesday, which was actually December 4, 2007. It was a rerun of a program done on December 7, 1998 (I think). Which ever it was, I was soooooooooo pleased to watch that program and hope a lot of folks saw it both times.
As she mentioned, lots of folks think this is the announcement to Mary … by the archangel, Gabriel … that she had been chosen to be the human mother of the Son of GOD. Boy, as Mother said ‘that would have been even more of a miracle; gestation lasting less than 20 days’. ;-)
I THINK … one reason for that … is the Annunciation story is read as the Gospel of this day.
I have often wondered ‘why’. It should (and probably is) be read on March 25, 9 months before Christmas day. But then, who am I to tell the Magistarum what to do … and how to do it.
In talking about this subject … of course, Mother talked about Anne and Joachim … and their joy in being given a child. The gospels also talk about … Elizabeth and Zachary; starting from the beginning of the story of the conception of John, the Baptist … in their old age. To quote from a website … ewtn.com/Mary and Elizabeth/library … One day, while Zachary was serving in the temple, the Angel Gabriel appeared at the right of the altar, and announced that a son would be born to Elizabeth. It was in the sixth month of her pregnancy that the Virgin Mary came to visit her—a touching and beautiful scene pictured by many great artists. The Angel Gabriel, having lately announced to Mary the destiny that awaited her, also told her that her kinswoman Elizabeth was with child. The Virgin Mary, eager to share in Elizabeth's happiness and to confide that she too would bear a child, traveled down the dusty road from Nazareth. On Mary's arrival, she was amazed when Elizabeth, having foreseen knowledge, greeted her as "mother of my Lord." Elizabeth's salutation was in these words: "Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb. And how have I deserved that the mother of my Lord should come to me? For behold, the moment that the sound of thy greeting came to my ears, the babe in my womb leapt for joy. And blessed is she who has believed, because the things promised her by the Lord shall be accomplished."
Mother talked about Zachary telling the archangel all the reasons that he was wrong. At the end of his objections, Gabriel struck him mute, according to the wishes of GOD, the Father. He would not speak again until his son was born and named John, as instructed by Gabriel.
I often wondered if Mary spent the whole three months with Elizabeth and was there when John was actually born. She lived a great distance away, which made it reasonable that she would do that.
Of course, since she was newly pregnant when she went to Elizabeth, she would be no where near her own delivery date, when he was born.
Many folks talk about the ‘worship’ of Catholics … where the Blessed Mother is concerned. A friend of mine wrote recently in her blog … ‘Did you know that one of the earliest known prayers to Our Lady comes from the THIRD CENTURY? Now, let's put this into perspective, historically - the third century spans the year 200 a.d. to 299 a.d. approximately. Our Lord was crucified and rose again in the year 33 a.d. (approximately), correct? That means that this prayer was being used by the ONLY CHURCH anywhere from 167 years to 266 years after that monumental event.
Now, after getting this type of historical perspective straight in our minds it is easy to see why the argument that Catholics 'worship' Mary or that it was some sort of manifestation of the phenomenon in the Middle Ages of a corrupt Church hierarchy can be easily refuted. We do not 'worship' her...we love her. Our attitude is, if she was good enough for Jesus she is good enough for us. Here is the prayer: "We flee to your protection, O virgin Mother of God. Despise not our prayers in our need, but you, who alone are pure and blessed, deliver us from all danger."
Leslie goes on to say that the Blessed Mother is one of the main reasons that she came back to the Catholic Church. And not only … did she come back, she came back full force; RICA teacher, daily adoration of the Eucharist when possible, Mass lotzzzzz, during the week; and teaching a lot of folks what the Church means to her, including her niece, Jillian … and her nephews, Ryan and Stephen.
Soooooooooo, give this some thought, folks. And remember, September 8 is Blessed Mother Mary’s birthday. Je t’aime and DIEU TE BENISSE!!!!
TOMMOROW IS THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION … ANNIVERSARY … OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY BEING CONCIEVED IN THE WOMB OF ST. ANNE.
That is how Mother Angelica started her program, this week on Tuesday, which was actually December 4, 2007. It was a rerun of a program done on December 7, 1998 (I think). Which ever it was, I was soooooooooo pleased to watch that program and hope a lot of folks saw it both times.
As she mentioned, lots of folks think this is the announcement to Mary … by the archangel, Gabriel … that she had been chosen to be the human mother of the Son of GOD. Boy, as Mother said ‘that would have been even more of a miracle; gestation lasting less than 20 days’. ;-)
I THINK … one reason for that … is the Annunciation story is read as the Gospel of this day.
I have often wondered ‘why’. It should (and probably is) be read on March 25, 9 months before Christmas day. But then, who am I to tell the Magistarum what to do … and how to do it.
In talking about this subject … of course, Mother talked about Anne and Joachim … and their joy in being given a child. The gospels also talk about … Elizabeth and Zachary; starting from the beginning of the story of the conception of John, the Baptist … in their old age. To quote from a website … ewtn.com/Mary and Elizabeth/library … One day, while Zachary was serving in the temple, the Angel Gabriel appeared at the right of the altar, and announced that a son would be born to Elizabeth. It was in the sixth month of her pregnancy that the Virgin Mary came to visit her—a touching and beautiful scene pictured by many great artists. The Angel Gabriel, having lately announced to Mary the destiny that awaited her, also told her that her kinswoman Elizabeth was with child. The Virgin Mary, eager to share in Elizabeth's happiness and to confide that she too would bear a child, traveled down the dusty road from Nazareth. On Mary's arrival, she was amazed when Elizabeth, having foreseen knowledge, greeted her as "mother of my Lord." Elizabeth's salutation was in these words: "Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb. And how have I deserved that the mother of my Lord should come to me? For behold, the moment that the sound of thy greeting came to my ears, the babe in my womb leapt for joy. And blessed is she who has believed, because the things promised her by the Lord shall be accomplished."
Mother talked about Zachary telling the archangel all the reasons that he was wrong. At the end of his objections, Gabriel struck him mute, according to the wishes of GOD, the Father. He would not speak again until his son was born and named John, as instructed by Gabriel.
I often wondered if Mary spent the whole three months with Elizabeth and was there when John was actually born. She lived a great distance away, which made it reasonable that she would do that.
Of course, since she was newly pregnant when she went to Elizabeth, she would be no where near her own delivery date, when he was born.
Many folks talk about the ‘worship’ of Catholics … where the Blessed Mother is concerned. A friend of mine wrote recently in her blog … ‘Did you know that one of the earliest known prayers to Our Lady comes from the THIRD CENTURY? Now, let's put this into perspective, historically - the third century spans the year 200 a.d. to 299 a.d. approximately. Our Lord was crucified and rose again in the year 33 a.d. (approximately), correct? That means that this prayer was being used by the ONLY CHURCH anywhere from 167 years to 266 years after that monumental event.
Now, after getting this type of historical perspective straight in our minds it is easy to see why the argument that Catholics 'worship' Mary or that it was some sort of manifestation of the phenomenon in the Middle Ages of a corrupt Church hierarchy can be easily refuted. We do not 'worship' her...we love her. Our attitude is, if she was good enough for Jesus she is good enough for us. Here is the prayer: "We flee to your protection, O virgin Mother of God. Despise not our prayers in our need, but you, who alone are pure and blessed, deliver us from all danger."
Leslie goes on to say that the Blessed Mother is one of the main reasons that she came back to the Catholic Church. And not only … did she come back, she came back full force; RICA teacher, daily adoration of the Eucharist when possible, Mass lotzzzzz, during the week; and teaching a lot of folks what the Church means to her, including her niece, Jillian … and her nephews, Ryan and Stephen.
Soooooooooo, give this some thought, folks. And remember, September 8 is Blessed Mother Mary’s birthday. Je t’aime and DIEU TE BENISSE!!!!
Sunday, December 2, 2007
ME; WATCH A MOVIE; THAT I HAD SEEN; NAW!
I JUST SPENT THE MOST RELAXING AND LOVELY AFTERNOON, IN OUR LIVING ROOM, ALONE … AND YES, WATCHED … ‘HOPE FLOATS’.
In 1998, I went home with Mama when her radiation in Lake Charles was over.
She and Juanita had come for her 80th birthday party. Don and Pat also came if for a few days. After a couple of weeks, Juanita went home; and Mama stayed … supposedly until February. >>>BUT GOD CHANGED HER SCHEDULE.<<<
That was one of the most precious gifts that GOD gave me; not counting our children, grandchildren and now our two awesome great-granddaughters.
On New Year’s Eve, one of our sons-in-law was the MC for a huge bash at the casino in Kinder. They even gave us a hotel room free, so that we would not have to drive home in the middle of the night (more like 2 am, when the party was over).
We had a good time … and all was OK; or so it seemed. As it turns out, Mama (who usually walked faster than any of us) was walking slowly and huffing/puffing … and white as a ghost … going down to breakfast.
To cut this short, for those of you who do not know the story … her breast cancer had returned as 16 tumors in her bronchial tubes, the largest as big as a lemon.
Fast forward to April 1; after radiation for 12 weeks here, I was going home with her so she could do chemo and ‘be sick in my own house’ she kept saying.
My return ticket was for June 15, after Pumpkin’ (Yvonne, Juanita’s granddaughter) graduated. Fast forward again … through all the good times we had, BECAUSE MAMA DID NOT NEED CHEMO … but HL insisted I stay anyway since I was already there. No sweat; there was so much to keep us busy.
Juanita loved movies. Mama and I did not want to go … until we found out that Harry Conick, Jr. was the male lead. >>>HE IS FROM … NU OILNS … YOU KNOW<<<
Yep, the one in Southwest Louisiana. ;-)
So, to the movie we went. Mama sat between us and we like the movie from the beginning … which really was sad … but just sat quietly and watched it unfold.
Somewhere along, when Gena Rowlands, Sandra Bullock’s mother … was showing signs of health problems, that she hid from her daughters and husband, I realized that Mama was holding my hand. I reached over for a kiss on the cheek, squeezing her hand as she squeezed mine, and Juanita was doing the same thing, at the same time. I guess (although I am not sure at this moment) … that Mama had made the first move and we were just reacting at the same time because of her action.
If you are reading this, not believing from the beginning … that I watched a movie that I had seen before … you are correct. Not only that, I am seldom in the living room by myself … and then … not until 5 pm, when it is time for the local news and my last meal of the day. Today surprised me … most of all. But it was soooooo nice … to not be working in this room. I know, I impose my own schedules … but it seems if I skip a few hours, I fall so far behind that it is hard to catch up.
Sooooooooooo, I give glory to our Father, GOD … for giving me this peaceful time … and the memories to go with it. To all of you …
STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES …
AND … SING GLORY TO GOD. DIEU TE BENISSSE! Macile
In 1998, I went home with Mama when her radiation in Lake Charles was over.
She and Juanita had come for her 80th birthday party. Don and Pat also came if for a few days. After a couple of weeks, Juanita went home; and Mama stayed … supposedly until February. >>>BUT GOD CHANGED HER SCHEDULE.<<<
That was one of the most precious gifts that GOD gave me; not counting our children, grandchildren and now our two awesome great-granddaughters.
On New Year’s Eve, one of our sons-in-law was the MC for a huge bash at the casino in Kinder. They even gave us a hotel room free, so that we would not have to drive home in the middle of the night (more like 2 am, when the party was over).
We had a good time … and all was OK; or so it seemed. As it turns out, Mama (who usually walked faster than any of us) was walking slowly and huffing/puffing … and white as a ghost … going down to breakfast.
To cut this short, for those of you who do not know the story … her breast cancer had returned as 16 tumors in her bronchial tubes, the largest as big as a lemon.
Fast forward to April 1; after radiation for 12 weeks here, I was going home with her so she could do chemo and ‘be sick in my own house’ she kept saying.
My return ticket was for June 15, after Pumpkin’ (Yvonne, Juanita’s granddaughter) graduated. Fast forward again … through all the good times we had, BECAUSE MAMA DID NOT NEED CHEMO … but HL insisted I stay anyway since I was already there. No sweat; there was so much to keep us busy.
Juanita loved movies. Mama and I did not want to go … until we found out that Harry Conick, Jr. was the male lead. >>>HE IS FROM … NU OILNS … YOU KNOW<<<
Yep, the one in Southwest Louisiana. ;-)
So, to the movie we went. Mama sat between us and we like the movie from the beginning … which really was sad … but just sat quietly and watched it unfold.
Somewhere along, when Gena Rowlands, Sandra Bullock’s mother … was showing signs of health problems, that she hid from her daughters and husband, I realized that Mama was holding my hand. I reached over for a kiss on the cheek, squeezing her hand as she squeezed mine, and Juanita was doing the same thing, at the same time. I guess (although I am not sure at this moment) … that Mama had made the first move and we were just reacting at the same time because of her action.
If you are reading this, not believing from the beginning … that I watched a movie that I had seen before … you are correct. Not only that, I am seldom in the living room by myself … and then … not until 5 pm, when it is time for the local news and my last meal of the day. Today surprised me … most of all. But it was soooooo nice … to not be working in this room. I know, I impose my own schedules … but it seems if I skip a few hours, I fall so far behind that it is hard to catch up.
Sooooooooooo, I give glory to our Father, GOD … for giving me this peaceful time … and the memories to go with it. To all of you …
STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES …
AND … SING GLORY TO GOD. DIEU TE BENISSSE! Macile
Sunday, November 11, 2007
A Family Divided: Duane ‘Dog’ Chapman (Bounty Hunter)
The only reason that I know who this man is … is because when he was arrested in Mexico and then cleared of all charges … it was all over the national news. That was some time back in time.
It was mentioned then, that he had a show all his own, on A & E and that it was so popular … it had recently become the number one series on that network. Kinda any other ‘Cop’ show; I do not watch any of them.
If you know anything about me, before today, you know that I watch EWTN, almost exclusively except for NBC Nightly News and local news each night. I try to watch the Mass each day at 6 pm, except Sunday. That is the time slot of Sunday Night Live with Father Benedict Groeschel. The programming on EWTN from 7 pm to 8 pm … Monday through Friday … is my kind of pleasure and joy. Sometime it is serious, but lots of times, it is also funny enough to make me laugh out loud, not just smile gleefully. Each host is a ‘star’ in their own right … for me.
But for some reason, I do not watch EWTN on Saturday night. (Maybe I will check the schedule and see why.) So yesterday, I watched Geraldo on FoxNews when I found out that the whole show would NOT be about ‘OJ’. It was about Drew Perterson and his families. I will not even try to talk about that man and his deceased wives.
But since I do not like war stories, at 8 pm, looked around, ending up with Larry King and Duane ‘Dog’ Chapman. I had seen some of his story on a couple of other ‘news’ shows this week, so stayed there. I got in on the beginning, this time.
This is a pitiful story, if even only a small part of it is true. Sons against father is predicted in scripture. And … these sons … sold out for ’30 pieces for silver’. Now, hear this well. I am still naïve, as someone told me long ago … and it is not just because I never worked with the public at large. I just trust folks unless they hurt me or mine.
The gist of this story is the ‘N’ word; much as the rapper (I forget his name) and the Don Imus mess. Of course, Mr. Imus knew he was on the air … and he did not use the ‘N’ word; just a rather common term for ladies of color … used by the black community … but taboo for any other race. That was part of Mr. Chapman's problem. He hangs with other races; and considers himself ... 'a brother from a different mother' ... to quote him.
Mr. Chapman, on the other hand, was on the phone with one of his sons. Seems that son or someone else had a recorder going. That may have been illegal, but as Mr. Chapman told Larry King, that is not even the point of his hurt. He was telling his son, Tucker ‘you know that I use language not accepted by all, and if you bring this girl into our home and business, she may hear things that are not for public display’. Well, he said more than that, but I do not want to go into the whole story. If you do not know it … and are interested, I am sure you can find it on line.
Mr. Chapman’s oldest son was on the King show at the end; admitting that he also ‘sold’ his story of being the son of ‘Dog’ right after he got out of prison. I think he said ‘I was 21; knew ‘Dog’ was my biological dad; but we had never met’. But when the supermarket scandal sheet offered him money … he took it; told lies; they knew he was telling lies; and they printed it any way. (They paid for the lie detector test.)
Now the ‘Tucker’ story is different, in a way. The scandal mongers had been offering him money for months … and he finally got hungry. This taping, by the way, was way back around the first of the year. But the story hit the airwaves just recently. Could they have been checking the facts for the truth? NAW! They had another motive, I am guessing. Like ...
So why did they wait? More honey for the money; ‘Dog’ has progressively become more and more popular. Hit him while at the top; why bother if he is not a ‘media/series/TV’ MegaStar. That is where the money is. Printing stories that 'sells' is their motive.
The purpose of all this ‘talk’ by me … is to ask ‘why’ would sons do that to their father. ‘Money’ was the answer for the son sitting next to him on the King show. HOW SAD!!!
And even though I know a lot of dis-functional families … money is not usually what tears them apart. Now … the control issue; that is a whole ‘nuther story. This touched me deeply; more so than I could have imagined.
The show ended (like another one I saw) with Mr. Chapman’s pastor and spiritual director chiming. That man is black. And he has known Mr. Chapman for quiet some time. They are working on this problem; had been for several years … and … (not a quote) the preacher said ‘He is coming along; never talks like that in front of me and my congregation’. And ‘he is sincere; I know that in my heart’. And I feel that also.
Well, Mr. Chapman has shed tears, every time I have seen him (three or four partial shows) and seems sincere to me. One of the ‘cam questions’ was really just a comment by a small white girl saying ‘GOD forgives everyone who makes mistakes. Even I … make mistakes. GOD forgives you for your mistake. We should all forgive others.) And again, that is not a direct quote, because I was not taking notes and am relying on my memory.
Forgiveness is what Jesus is all about. Forgiveness of ourselves; forgiveness of others; and a sincere promise on out part … not to repeat that mistake. Jesus, I trust in YOU. DIEU TE BENISSE!!! GOD BLESS!!!
It was mentioned then, that he had a show all his own, on A & E and that it was so popular … it had recently become the number one series on that network. Kinda any other ‘Cop’ show; I do not watch any of them.
If you know anything about me, before today, you know that I watch EWTN, almost exclusively except for NBC Nightly News and local news each night. I try to watch the Mass each day at 6 pm, except Sunday. That is the time slot of Sunday Night Live with Father Benedict Groeschel. The programming on EWTN from 7 pm to 8 pm … Monday through Friday … is my kind of pleasure and joy. Sometime it is serious, but lots of times, it is also funny enough to make me laugh out loud, not just smile gleefully. Each host is a ‘star’ in their own right … for me.
But for some reason, I do not watch EWTN on Saturday night. (Maybe I will check the schedule and see why.) So yesterday, I watched Geraldo on FoxNews when I found out that the whole show would NOT be about ‘OJ’. It was about Drew Perterson and his families. I will not even try to talk about that man and his deceased wives.
But since I do not like war stories, at 8 pm, looked around, ending up with Larry King and Duane ‘Dog’ Chapman. I had seen some of his story on a couple of other ‘news’ shows this week, so stayed there. I got in on the beginning, this time.
This is a pitiful story, if even only a small part of it is true. Sons against father is predicted in scripture. And … these sons … sold out for ’30 pieces for silver’. Now, hear this well. I am still naïve, as someone told me long ago … and it is not just because I never worked with the public at large. I just trust folks unless they hurt me or mine.
The gist of this story is the ‘N’ word; much as the rapper (I forget his name) and the Don Imus mess. Of course, Mr. Imus knew he was on the air … and he did not use the ‘N’ word; just a rather common term for ladies of color … used by the black community … but taboo for any other race. That was part of Mr. Chapman's problem. He hangs with other races; and considers himself ... 'a brother from a different mother' ... to quote him.
Mr. Chapman, on the other hand, was on the phone with one of his sons. Seems that son or someone else had a recorder going. That may have been illegal, but as Mr. Chapman told Larry King, that is not even the point of his hurt. He was telling his son, Tucker ‘you know that I use language not accepted by all, and if you bring this girl into our home and business, she may hear things that are not for public display’. Well, he said more than that, but I do not want to go into the whole story. If you do not know it … and are interested, I am sure you can find it on line.
Mr. Chapman’s oldest son was on the King show at the end; admitting that he also ‘sold’ his story of being the son of ‘Dog’ right after he got out of prison. I think he said ‘I was 21; knew ‘Dog’ was my biological dad; but we had never met’. But when the supermarket scandal sheet offered him money … he took it; told lies; they knew he was telling lies; and they printed it any way. (They paid for the lie detector test.)
Now the ‘Tucker’ story is different, in a way. The scandal mongers had been offering him money for months … and he finally got hungry. This taping, by the way, was way back around the first of the year. But the story hit the airwaves just recently. Could they have been checking the facts for the truth? NAW! They had another motive, I am guessing. Like ...
So why did they wait? More honey for the money; ‘Dog’ has progressively become more and more popular. Hit him while at the top; why bother if he is not a ‘media/series/TV’ MegaStar. That is where the money is. Printing stories that 'sells' is their motive.
The purpose of all this ‘talk’ by me … is to ask ‘why’ would sons do that to their father. ‘Money’ was the answer for the son sitting next to him on the King show. HOW SAD!!!
And even though I know a lot of dis-functional families … money is not usually what tears them apart. Now … the control issue; that is a whole ‘nuther story. This touched me deeply; more so than I could have imagined.
The show ended (like another one I saw) with Mr. Chapman’s pastor and spiritual director chiming. That man is black. And he has known Mr. Chapman for quiet some time. They are working on this problem; had been for several years … and … (not a quote) the preacher said ‘He is coming along; never talks like that in front of me and my congregation’. And ‘he is sincere; I know that in my heart’. And I feel that also.
Well, Mr. Chapman has shed tears, every time I have seen him (three or four partial shows) and seems sincere to me. One of the ‘cam questions’ was really just a comment by a small white girl saying ‘GOD forgives everyone who makes mistakes. Even I … make mistakes. GOD forgives you for your mistake. We should all forgive others.) And again, that is not a direct quote, because I was not taking notes and am relying on my memory.
Forgiveness is what Jesus is all about. Forgiveness of ourselves; forgiveness of others; and a sincere promise on out part … not to repeat that mistake. Jesus, I trust in YOU. DIEU TE BENISSE!!! GOD BLESS!!!
Thursday, November 8, 2007
A change in my heart; an attitude of gratitude
If I REALLLLY am busy, it used to REALLLLLLY get my damper up ... if anything surprisingly put a stop to that happening; not that I REALLLLLY like working that much; I just like plans to stay as I made them; not change several times, especially by someone else making new plans.
Just over an hour ago, we got home from getting HL an pain shot. That used to REALLLLLLY make me frustrated; if he had not brought it on by doing somethings that he knew he should not be doing. NOW ... if he had been misbehaving (going against doctor's orders) my temper would flare so much inside of me ... that I am surprised that my nose did not glow like Rudolph's.
>>>I was taught by a nice lady ... when I was working for her dad on a weekly newspaper ... not to use certain words toooooo often ... but ... REALLLLLY;<<<
That was the only word that would work here, and get the point across.
Since our son, MJ wrote his book and talked about an 'attitude of gratitude' when praying about problems ... yours or others ... my temper does not get the best of me often. That is probably not what MJ had in mind when writing about it, but sometimes ... a small change in thinking can REALLLLLLY change your whole outlook on life; thus changing your life.
Try it; you will probably find, just like I did, that it only makes for a better way of doing things. Sil vous plait!! Please!!! Just a test. And then report to me. ;-)
Je t'aime and DIEU TE BENISSE!!!
Just over an hour ago, we got home from getting HL an pain shot. That used to REALLLLLLY make me frustrated; if he had not brought it on by doing somethings that he knew he should not be doing. NOW ... if he had been misbehaving (going against doctor's orders) my temper would flare so much inside of me ... that I am surprised that my nose did not glow like Rudolph's.
>>>I was taught by a nice lady ... when I was working for her dad on a weekly newspaper ... not to use certain words toooooo often ... but ... REALLLLLY;<<<
That was the only word that would work here, and get the point across.
Since our son, MJ wrote his book and talked about an 'attitude of gratitude' when praying about problems ... yours or others ... my temper does not get the best of me often. That is probably not what MJ had in mind when writing about it, but sometimes ... a small change in thinking can REALLLLLLY change your whole outlook on life; thus changing your life.
Try it; you will probably find, just like I did, that it only makes for a better way of doing things. Sil vous plait!! Please!!! Just a test. And then report to me. ;-)
Je t'aime and DIEU TE BENISSE!!!
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Our Crucifix in not ... just another cross
At a recent funeral of a dear cousin, the person standing at the podium, introduced himself as the pastor of the Vincent Settlement Baptist Church. He was short of statue and looked in his mid-50s. But he was standing tall ... as he started to talk.
In his introduction, he remarked that 'I do not know Mr. Hooper, although I was told by relatives that he had attended our church when he was younger.'
Mr. Hooper, in his retirement, had a brother who belongs to the Assembly of God denomination ... and at times, has been pastor of several churches in this area. He now attends the new one in Sulphur, where the old Kroger used to be. But he is not the pastor there; just helping when needed.
I did not ask that Mr. Hooper if the deceased attended that church. He had been quite sickly for over 5 months; and I am not aware of much of his activities during that time. >>>There is really no excuse; although I used the illness of my husband and our oldest daughter ... as a reason to stay close to home ... not knowing how ill my cousin was.
This man at the podium was talking about our 'asking' our Father, GOD for favors; even for the healing of extremely ill friends and relatives.
That led him into ... 'even Jesus, in the garden, asked our Father ... for relief of his burden and cross'. Ohe, yes ... this man made it clear that Jesus knew his destiny. But what he was leading up to ... was ... if Jesus ... in his divinity ... could ask for relief from our Father ... why did we, as lowly human beings ... although created to be with GOD ... think that we ... do not need any help ... not even from HIM. And he started to slowly sink ... toward the floor.
As he said ... 'Jesus, on his knees ... asked our Father ... for relief'. He sank a little lower; still talking ... 'if HE could ask ... why NOT should we'. He raised his voice ... and again ... sank lower; 'why NOT, my friends and fellow mourners ... should we NOT ask ... our Father ... on our knees when we are in need'.
He went on and on about our needing our Father ... and then he stood straight. 'Yes, we have legs to stand on. But in our greatest need ... as today, we NEED to ask our Father ... on our knees ... to take Mr. Hooper home to his eternal rest in the arms of our Jesus ... and we NEED to ask our Father ... on our knees ... to take our tears and turn them into good. Good for us; good for our fellow mourners; good for the whole world of brothers and sisters'.
Now, let me say here ... I am not quoting exactly; because it was a couple of months ago. And his talking was much longer than I have recited. AND ...
Yes, I am sure some of you are saying to yourself ... 'When is she going to get to the title of this writing. RIGHT NOW!!! Whew, thought I would not, huh?
***I look up at the Crucifix in our church, every Sunday ... as I enter ... and say 'good morning, Jesus'. Yes, that is after I have said my morning prayers at home. But this is different. I am looking up at the face of our GOD, Son and Savior.*** >>>BUT ... today was different.<<<
And remember, I was at that funeral ... over 2 months ago. And I have not missed a Sunday ... and even went during the week a couple of time ... to Mass ... so have seen this magnificent huge Crucifix on many occasions.
BUT ... TODAY WAS DIFFERENT!!! I was praying for a special intention; trying to plead with Jesus and his Blessed Mother Mary ... Mother of the Church; Queen of Peace; Queen of Heaven and earth. I was pleading for peace ... peace in our family; peace in this house; peace in the world.
I put my head down, thinking of all the marvelous things GOD has done in the lives of my family over the past year. Many good things have come to us; physical health; financial blessings; and TODAY ... a new baby girl.
&&&WELCOME, MyLeeJo ... sweet baby ... so lucky to be born to a mother and father who wanted her so much and love each other.
BUT no ... great-grandmother is not satisfied. Two of our four children do not attend any church service. And one of them is the granddad of MyLeeJo and Riley.
Sooooooooo, there I was praying ... praying ... praying ... for our children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren ... to come to the Altar of Jesus.
That is what this is ... all about. The gospel today was ... 'ask and you shall receive'. That so did hit home. Here I was ... asking, begging, pleading ... before Mass, without knowing what the readings were; for our children to not only pray, but to attend Mass.
And I looked up ... into the face of Our Lord and Savior on the cross. That Crucifix has been right where it is ... for many years. BUT ... TODAY ... I noticed ... HIS head is held high ... HIS eyes are open ... HE is looking upward ... as though he is pleading 'Let this cup pass'. NO, HE did that in the garden ... before even ... the WAY OF THE CROSS.
Of course, I know; that is what this is all about. How many Crucifixes have you seen in your life. Are they not of the 'dead' Jesus? Is not HIS head ... always ... resting on HIS shoulder? Is not ... HIS eyes always closed?
I CHECKED AGAIN; rosaries that I have. Yes, HIS head is down and HIS eyes are closed. Now I am so enthralled with this Crucifix ... I can just see myself ... visiting the other Catholic Churches around the area.
Am I dreaming??? No, I gazed at that face ... over and over ... even as I got nearer to receive the Body and Blood of our Sweet Jesus. Something has happened to me today. On the inside; in my heart, soul and mind. I am joyful as I have never been before. Tears of joy are filling my eyes. And there is a fullness is in my chest. I cannot hear or feel my heart beating ... so that fulness has to be in ... my soul. After all, I attend Mass at this Catholic Church every Sunday if I am in town. Why was today so different?
WHAT happened today? WHY was it so different? WILL is always be this way now. HOW can it be explained? Maybe it should not be explained ... but I have a questioning nature. Be sure, I will explore further. (Original post on July 30; today is November 3; I still have not received the explanation in my mind that I want ... but no longer need. I just say ... 'Jesus, I trust in YOU' ... and let him work in me to praise and glorify HIS name.
I full well know that this writing has ended up being much longer than I intended; but I just let my fingers flow with my mind in charge. I even went back and added ... because the buttons allowed me to 'edit'. ;-)
To all of you who read it to this point, Merci Beaucoup Plusse' ... and ... DIEU TE BENISSE!!! GOD BLESS!!! You, yours; and ... me and mine.
PRAISE THE NAME OF THE LORD!!!! Alleluia!!!
Que le Bon-Dieu vous bénisse ... May God bless all of you, Macile
In his introduction, he remarked that 'I do not know Mr. Hooper, although I was told by relatives that he had attended our church when he was younger.'
Mr. Hooper, in his retirement, had a brother who belongs to the Assembly of God denomination ... and at times, has been pastor of several churches in this area. He now attends the new one in Sulphur, where the old Kroger used to be. But he is not the pastor there; just helping when needed.
I did not ask that Mr. Hooper if the deceased attended that church. He had been quite sickly for over 5 months; and I am not aware of much of his activities during that time. >>>There is really no excuse; although I used the illness of my husband and our oldest daughter ... as a reason to stay close to home ... not knowing how ill my cousin was.
This man at the podium was talking about our 'asking' our Father, GOD for favors; even for the healing of extremely ill friends and relatives.
That led him into ... 'even Jesus, in the garden, asked our Father ... for relief of his burden and cross'. Ohe, yes ... this man made it clear that Jesus knew his destiny. But what he was leading up to ... was ... if Jesus ... in his divinity ... could ask for relief from our Father ... why did we, as lowly human beings ... although created to be with GOD ... think that we ... do not need any help ... not even from HIM. And he started to slowly sink ... toward the floor.
As he said ... 'Jesus, on his knees ... asked our Father ... for relief'. He sank a little lower; still talking ... 'if HE could ask ... why NOT should we'. He raised his voice ... and again ... sank lower; 'why NOT, my friends and fellow mourners ... should we NOT ask ... our Father ... on our knees when we are in need'.
He went on and on about our needing our Father ... and then he stood straight. 'Yes, we have legs to stand on. But in our greatest need ... as today, we NEED to ask our Father ... on our knees ... to take Mr. Hooper home to his eternal rest in the arms of our Jesus ... and we NEED to ask our Father ... on our knees ... to take our tears and turn them into good. Good for us; good for our fellow mourners; good for the whole world of brothers and sisters'.
Now, let me say here ... I am not quoting exactly; because it was a couple of months ago. And his talking was much longer than I have recited. AND ...
Yes, I am sure some of you are saying to yourself ... 'When is she going to get to the title of this writing. RIGHT NOW!!! Whew, thought I would not, huh?
***I look up at the Crucifix in our church, every Sunday ... as I enter ... and say 'good morning, Jesus'. Yes, that is after I have said my morning prayers at home. But this is different. I am looking up at the face of our GOD, Son and Savior.*** >>>BUT ... today was different.<<<
And remember, I was at that funeral ... over 2 months ago. And I have not missed a Sunday ... and even went during the week a couple of time ... to Mass ... so have seen this magnificent huge Crucifix on many occasions.
BUT ... TODAY WAS DIFFERENT!!! I was praying for a special intention; trying to plead with Jesus and his Blessed Mother Mary ... Mother of the Church; Queen of Peace; Queen of Heaven and earth. I was pleading for peace ... peace in our family; peace in this house; peace in the world.
I put my head down, thinking of all the marvelous things GOD has done in the lives of my family over the past year. Many good things have come to us; physical health; financial blessings; and TODAY ... a new baby girl.
&&&WELCOME, MyLeeJo ... sweet baby ... so lucky to be born to a mother and father who wanted her so much and love each other.
BUT no ... great-grandmother is not satisfied. Two of our four children do not attend any church service. And one of them is the granddad of MyLeeJo and Riley.
Sooooooooo, there I was praying ... praying ... praying ... for our children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren ... to come to the Altar of Jesus.
That is what this is ... all about. The gospel today was ... 'ask and you shall receive'. That so did hit home. Here I was ... asking, begging, pleading ... before Mass, without knowing what the readings were; for our children to not only pray, but to attend Mass.
And I looked up ... into the face of Our Lord and Savior on the cross. That Crucifix has been right where it is ... for many years. BUT ... TODAY ... I noticed ... HIS head is held high ... HIS eyes are open ... HE is looking upward ... as though he is pleading 'Let this cup pass'. NO, HE did that in the garden ... before even ... the WAY OF THE CROSS.
Of course, I know; that is what this is all about. How many Crucifixes have you seen in your life. Are they not of the 'dead' Jesus? Is not HIS head ... always ... resting on HIS shoulder? Is not ... HIS eyes always closed?
I CHECKED AGAIN; rosaries that I have. Yes, HIS head is down and HIS eyes are closed. Now I am so enthralled with this Crucifix ... I can just see myself ... visiting the other Catholic Churches around the area.
Am I dreaming??? No, I gazed at that face ... over and over ... even as I got nearer to receive the Body and Blood of our Sweet Jesus. Something has happened to me today. On the inside; in my heart, soul and mind. I am joyful as I have never been before. Tears of joy are filling my eyes. And there is a fullness is in my chest. I cannot hear or feel my heart beating ... so that fulness has to be in ... my soul. After all, I attend Mass at this Catholic Church every Sunday if I am in town. Why was today so different?
WHAT happened today? WHY was it so different? WILL is always be this way now. HOW can it be explained? Maybe it should not be explained ... but I have a questioning nature. Be sure, I will explore further. (Original post on July 30; today is November 3; I still have not received the explanation in my mind that I want ... but no longer need. I just say ... 'Jesus, I trust in YOU' ... and let him work in me to praise and glorify HIS name.
I full well know that this writing has ended up being much longer than I intended; but I just let my fingers flow with my mind in charge. I even went back and added ... because the buttons allowed me to 'edit'. ;-)
To all of you who read it to this point, Merci Beaucoup Plusse' ... and ... DIEU TE BENISSE!!! GOD BLESS!!! You, yours; and ... me and mine.
PRAISE THE NAME OF THE LORD!!!! Alleluia!!!
Que le Bon-Dieu vous bénisse ... May God bless all of you, Macile
Monday, October 29, 2007
Writers write when mood hits ;-)
And right now, I should (probably) doing some houseword; but ... with HL out of the house this morning, I got a lot more done than intended.
When he is in the living room, watching TV ... I stay pretty much in this computer room. And no, I have not moved many piles in the past 2 days. But I will get to it; really I will. Why, I have almost a half day left to today. ;-)
We are getting ready for a visit from CA of my sister's grandson. He has never been able to visit here before, so this is an exciting event for Sissy, Annie and me. And we will cram a lot into those 9 days; well, 8 days ... 'cause he is coming in way after dark on the 15th of Nov.
Have you been praying for our troops. With all that forest burning in CA ... and now, this morning, I saw some in Hawaii ... the war has not been as big a deal for the mainline media. But it is still going on; still killing; still trying to negotiate peace; still, still, still.
Now, do not put words in my mouth. I am not against fighting for freedom; but I am against all killing, even if it is a government. Yep, I am against the death penalty in all cases. I KNOW lots of folks would argue with me; but even ... for the senseless killing of police and fire men and women. I will not go into my reasoning on that ... but if you want to challenge me, go ahead .... but be ready for on heck of a debate. I did not intend to get into this when I started writing. >>>BUT WHILE YOU ARE PRAYING FOR OUR TROOPS ... PRAY FOR THE FIREFIGHTERS ALSO. It was awesome to see those 8 come out of those silver cocoons; and all survived. If only folks would get out when warned ... their jobs would be much easier.
Gonna shut up for now and go do some more standing work; my ice pack is getting warm ... so that is my clue to move around. DIEU TE BENISSE!!!
When he is in the living room, watching TV ... I stay pretty much in this computer room. And no, I have not moved many piles in the past 2 days. But I will get to it; really I will. Why, I have almost a half day left to today. ;-)
We are getting ready for a visit from CA of my sister's grandson. He has never been able to visit here before, so this is an exciting event for Sissy, Annie and me. And we will cram a lot into those 9 days; well, 8 days ... 'cause he is coming in way after dark on the 15th of Nov.
Have you been praying for our troops. With all that forest burning in CA ... and now, this morning, I saw some in Hawaii ... the war has not been as big a deal for the mainline media. But it is still going on; still killing; still trying to negotiate peace; still, still, still.
Now, do not put words in my mouth. I am not against fighting for freedom; but I am against all killing, even if it is a government. Yep, I am against the death penalty in all cases. I KNOW lots of folks would argue with me; but even ... for the senseless killing of police and fire men and women. I will not go into my reasoning on that ... but if you want to challenge me, go ahead .... but be ready for on heck of a debate. I did not intend to get into this when I started writing. >>>BUT WHILE YOU ARE PRAYING FOR OUR TROOPS ... PRAY FOR THE FIREFIGHTERS ALSO. It was awesome to see those 8 come out of those silver cocoons; and all survived. If only folks would get out when warned ... their jobs would be much easier.
Gonna shut up for now and go do some more standing work; my ice pack is getting warm ... so that is my clue to move around. DIEU TE BENISSE!!!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Is it really Saturday already again?
That is hard to believe; why, just yesterday ... we were leaving St. Charles Retreat Center after a rip-roaring time with Fr. Whitney, Gwen, almost 50 other guest ... and ... JESUS, JESUS, JESUS. What an awesome way to live. Soooooooooo close to the chapel and tabernacle and the Real Presence ... you can walk. >>>I should have been a nun.<<< ;-)
Well, I thought about it. But then ... along came HL. And those crystal blue eyes are still as clear as ever. It is everything else about him ... and me ... that has changed.
I have grown in my faith much and more since we met at that little country church. We saw each other for months before he spoke to me. He was going steady and I was 'playing the field' after the first love of my life (much older man) ran away and got married to a stranger. Well, stranger to me.
So here I set at this machine, pressing my head against a pillow ... 'cause I have vertigo today. And boy, did I have some cleaning plans. This room seems never to get it's share of the 'move around' from one pile to another. But ... before the dizzies moved in ... I did get some basic housework done; 3 sinks ... and the living room floor. %-P
Sooooooooo how was your week??? Actually ours was full of shrimp and crabs; and the best part of that ... was Sissy got to come over and help us eat them. HL headed and bagged shrimp on 3 separate days; with only one trip to the dr for a pain shot. Today he is peeling Sissy's pecans (on halves) because she cannot bend down nor crack them. Her back and hands hurt tooooo much. But HL has a pecan picker-upper (?? duh) and his hands are about the only thing on his body besides his nose that never hurts.
I have been hoping for some new folks to be requesting prayers ... so if you are a regular on cajunspray@aol.com ... or ... stjames224 ... please pass this around ... so we can get a reallllllllllllly large prayer chain going.
REMEMBER ... to pray for our troops every day; and for our government leaders, whether you approve of them or not (I get so frustrated with most of them) ... and for our religious leaders also. We pray that the war in Iraq and Afganistan end soon; and our troops can be in a safe zone; if they cannot come home.
Je t'aime and ... DIEU TE BENISSE!!! GOD BLESS!!! me
Well, I thought about it. But then ... along came HL. And those crystal blue eyes are still as clear as ever. It is everything else about him ... and me ... that has changed.
I have grown in my faith much and more since we met at that little country church. We saw each other for months before he spoke to me. He was going steady and I was 'playing the field' after the first love of my life (much older man) ran away and got married to a stranger. Well, stranger to me.
So here I set at this machine, pressing my head against a pillow ... 'cause I have vertigo today. And boy, did I have some cleaning plans. This room seems never to get it's share of the 'move around' from one pile to another. But ... before the dizzies moved in ... I did get some basic housework done; 3 sinks ... and the living room floor. %-P
Sooooooooo how was your week??? Actually ours was full of shrimp and crabs; and the best part of that ... was Sissy got to come over and help us eat them. HL headed and bagged shrimp on 3 separate days; with only one trip to the dr for a pain shot. Today he is peeling Sissy's pecans (on halves) because she cannot bend down nor crack them. Her back and hands hurt tooooo much. But HL has a pecan picker-upper (?? duh) and his hands are about the only thing on his body besides his nose that never hurts.
I have been hoping for some new folks to be requesting prayers ... so if you are a regular on cajunspray@aol.com ... or ... stjames224 ... please pass this around ... so we can get a reallllllllllllly large prayer chain going.
REMEMBER ... to pray for our troops every day; and for our government leaders, whether you approve of them or not (I get so frustrated with most of them) ... and for our religious leaders also. We pray that the war in Iraq and Afganistan end soon; and our troops can be in a safe zone; if they cannot come home.
Je t'aime and ... DIEU TE BENISSE!!! GOD BLESS!!! me
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
I started to say 'good morning' but
then I noticed the time (12:24) at the bottom of my screen; well, I almost made it. ;-}
I am going to try to not get lazy about this venture because it means so much to me. Maybe ... Monday, Wednesday, Friday; and now that I said it out loud as I typed it ... that is a commitment to others besides myself.
My views will change, as I grow in my love of GOD in the Holy Trinity, Christ, HIS Blessed Mother, and my neighbors. I find I have moved up in a lot of ways since I joined the ... stjames discussion group ... several years ago. Those gals and guys (most converts or reverts to the Catholic Church) are sooooo knowledge, it takes little effort to LEARN, LEARN, AND LOVE LEARNING. It is a pleasure opening those emails each day.
They are fam-mil-liii-ieeeeee ... and we love each other in so many way; and respect each other's views and opinions; and support each other in times of prayer, work, joy, sorrow, and the high and lows of our everyday lives.
I also have a praying list that I created and monitor. I receive the prayer request; copy and paste the important parts of those emails into another note, with only first name of the person needing the prayers, and send all the morning's request in one note. If I get an URGENT request during the day, by phone or email ... I send another note. Send requests to ... cajunspray@aol.com ... or you can call me if you are local to my area. (I made the rule not to give out last names nor email addresses; and so far, I have abided by that. I pray that continues.) You can request prayers for yourself or for others. >>>I DO ASK, THAT YOU ... NOT ... pull bad news from the web ... and send those stories. I delete them without opening if I can tell by the symbol what it is; and if I open one and it has a website for furthur info ... I then delete that.<<<>
And since I have always believed that ... GOD knows our prayer requests long before we pray ... HE can save someone today ... because you will pray years from now.
May our Sweet Jesus and HIS Blessed Mother Mary hold you in their arms and protect you and yours for years to come. DIEU TE BENISSE!!! GOD BLESS!!! Macile
I am going to try to not get lazy about this venture because it means so much to me. Maybe ... Monday, Wednesday, Friday; and now that I said it out loud as I typed it ... that is a commitment to others besides myself.
My views will change, as I grow in my love of GOD in the Holy Trinity, Christ, HIS Blessed Mother, and my neighbors. I find I have moved up in a lot of ways since I joined the ... stjames discussion group ... several years ago. Those gals and guys (most converts or reverts to the Catholic Church) are sooooo knowledge, it takes little effort to LEARN, LEARN, AND LOVE LEARNING. It is a pleasure opening those emails each day.
They are fam-mil-liii-ieeeeee ... and we love each other in so many way; and respect each other's views and opinions; and support each other in times of prayer, work, joy, sorrow, and the high and lows of our everyday lives.
I also have a praying list that I created and monitor. I receive the prayer request; copy and paste the important parts of those emails into another note, with only first name of the person needing the prayers, and send all the morning's request in one note. If I get an URGENT request during the day, by phone or email ... I send another note. Send requests to ... cajunspray@aol.com ... or you can call me if you are local to my area. (I made the rule not to give out last names nor email addresses; and so far, I have abided by that. I pray that continues.) You can request prayers for yourself or for others. >>>I DO ASK, THAT YOU ... NOT ... pull bad news from the web ... and send those stories. I delete them without opening if I can tell by the symbol what it is; and if I open one and it has a website for furthur info ... I then delete that.<<<>
And since I have always believed that ... GOD knows our prayer requests long before we pray ... HE can save someone today ... because you will pray years from now.
May our Sweet Jesus and HIS Blessed Mother Mary hold you in their arms and protect you and yours for years to come. DIEU TE BENISSE!!! GOD BLESS!!! Macile
Monday, October 15, 2007
This is a test ;*-}
Yes, I am following the instructions in an email from MJ ... and it seems to be working quite fine. I am pushing the clock ... of my feeding schedule. I try to eat supper while I watch the evening news; and some folks think that is 'multiple tasking' ... (me) ... just do not want to waste any time ... just staring at the 'boob tube'.
I want to say 'up front' that the test I did a couple of days ago ... (I found out) was just a comment on what MJ wrote. Soooooooooo be patient with me. We have a lot going on in our lives and it will probably be next week before I get a lot of time to study.
Sissy's lot is empty (well, the front is, at least) since they moved the old house in pieces; and so far as I know right now ... FEMA has not moved the camper back so the electric company can put her power back on. >>>Finally some good things happening to her; YOU SHOULD SEE THAT HOTEL SUITE!!! WOW!!!
She and I will be 'out of town' sorta next weekend; Friday (from afternoon); all day Saturday; and until after Mass and lunch on Sunday. We will actually be in Moss Bluff which has a Lake Charles mailing address ... at the St. Charles Retreat Center. ;-)
The first oil lease money came in ... soooooo ... in gratitude to our Father, GOD ... using some of it to 'go be with HIM' for some serious spiritual time. Ohe, yeah; with Father Whitney and his sister, Gwen ... gonna have a good time while learning.
Je t'aime for now; and remember ... we love and cherish all of you. DIEU TE BENISSE!!!
I want to say 'up front' that the test I did a couple of days ago ... (I found out) was just a comment on what MJ wrote. Soooooooooo be patient with me. We have a lot going on in our lives and it will probably be next week before I get a lot of time to study.
Sissy's lot is empty (well, the front is, at least) since they moved the old house in pieces; and so far as I know right now ... FEMA has not moved the camper back so the electric company can put her power back on. >>>Finally some good things happening to her; YOU SHOULD SEE THAT HOTEL SUITE!!! WOW!!!
She and I will be 'out of town' sorta next weekend; Friday (from afternoon); all day Saturday; and until after Mass and lunch on Sunday. We will actually be in Moss Bluff which has a Lake Charles mailing address ... at the St. Charles Retreat Center. ;-)
The first oil lease money came in ... soooooo ... in gratitude to our Father, GOD ... using some of it to 'go be with HIM' for some serious spiritual time. Ohe, yeah; with Father Whitney and his sister, Gwen ... gonna have a good time while learning.
Je t'aime for now; and remember ... we love and cherish all of you. DIEU TE BENISSE!!!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Welcome to Macile's Blog
This is the first post in my new blog. I hope you all enjoy all of my notes.
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