Silent Solidarity

Silent Solidarity

Our Lady of Knock Ireland     It’s odd. I’ve posted this three times. Twice my site crashed and this morning the post just disappeared along with the comments. So here it is–a fourth time— to express my sorrow and prayerful support for the victims and families of the Colorado movie massacre. I had mentioned in the original post that words are not always helpful in times of tragedy.  Sometimes the best comfort we can offer is a prayerful silent solidarity as modeled for us in the Blessed Mother’s apparition at Knock one rainy evening on August 21st, 1879. The Irish were suffering especially bleak times, but there in the midst of their sorrows, her silent presence strengthened her people. There are at least two unusual...

Roll Away the Stone

Roll Away the Stone

  The Raising of Lazarus Francesco Trevisani Second Half of the 17th century   I’m glad it’s over…Part II, I mean. With the exception of my always faithful ladies, I think I’ve lost most of my readership along the way. Oh well, I did what the Lord asked me to do…and I also followed my father’s advice. Once in a while as a young girl, he’d walk in on me writing in my room on that precious white desk and advise me to be very careful about whatever words I commit to paper: Do it so you won’t be ashamed for anyone to read it.  I always rebutted, I know dad. But of course I didn’t know, until I began to write for others to read and realized how hard it is to paint a picture with words that are truthful...

Whatever It Takes

Whatever It Takes

      History is a solid witness to the fact that…iron curtains don’t come down easy. The enemy fights hard to keep us in bondage from sinful wounds incurred either by our own hand or the hands of others. Quite simply, he does not want God’s people set free of anything. When you determine that enough is enough .. and it’s all got to go, from family generational sins to any bondage that life thrust upon you without your permission, prepare for the battle of a lifetime. When you cast your chains towards heaven realizing that no human power can cut those bonds, there is only one prayer to pray;   Whatever it takes, Lord   +PAX       I did not want to see this counselor. There were too many faces in too...

A Pot of Tea and Some Green Beans

A Pot of Tea and Some Green Beans

  He that is a friend loveth at all times: and a brother is proved in distress. —Proverbs 17:17     +PAX       It was a blustery winter night. The wind howled through the oak and pine trees that surrounded our house bending the branches like straws and whipping the panes like a carpet being beat against a wall. The weather seemed the perfect expression of my troubled spirit as I anxiously settled in for another night without K. The boys were finally asleep. It had been a long day of home schooling… I was so exhausted that I thought sleep might come easily and maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t wrestle with the nightmares. K called at 10:00 to check on everyone and say good night, but we wound up fighting and I hung up crying...

The Coin Committed to My Charge

The Coin Committed to My Charge

  Théodule-Augustin Ribot The Good Samaritan 1870     When the Lord is readying me to do something He first tugs gently at my heart using Scripture, then other believers and if in my weak humanity I still struggle and resist, He’ll speak a little louder. That’s what happened last week when I found myself sitting in my car in a parking lot after an encounter with a medical professional. It was ‘a little louder’ #3. For several months He’s been nudging me to post part two of my journey towards healing as a survivor of violent crime, and though I don’t want to be unfruitful, I resist with many Moses like excuses which sound ridiculous when I type them out…so, I’ll just leave them out. Around me I see...