Witness
This was forwarded on to me from my MIL from a close friend of the family who has been involved in pro-life activities in the Fox Valley area for decades. Please remember this family and their baby soon to be born in your prayers:
I need to share a prayer request and a blessing with you. As I was out at Pl*nned P*renthood praying today, a quiet Mexican couple came and stood alone opposite the building where there was a huge celebration going on inside. Many big shots from PP, as well as Steven Trombley, the CEO and all the personnel were having a huge party. There was even valet parking. I mean it was a huge celebration for them!
Anyway, this couple (who we later found out were George and Guadeloupe - who is 9 months pregnant) came and knelt on the pavement and prayed quietly and both cried for what will be going on inside the Abortion Fortress beginning tomorrow morning. I have never seen such a somber witness to Jesus' love before. All of us who were there to stand for life and pray for the babies and their mommies and the workers, felt privileged to witness this precious sight. Guadeloupe knelt on the hard pavement in the bitter cold wind with only a light sweater (until one of the workers went to her car and found a small blanket to drape over her, and something for her to kneel on). Nine month pregnant Guadeloupe and her husband George knelt and prayed and cried for an hour. We prayed for them and their precious baby.Then they quietly rose and left and said they will be back. We embraced and thanked them for their sacrifice of time and comfort to come and be that witness that the PP workers would not - no could not-look at. They all turned their backs on Guadeloupe because they could not bear to look upon the glory of God that was around that couple.
Please pray for this precious couple and their baby who is soon to be born. I personally cannot wait to go out and see what God will do next.
Please consider signing up to pray for one hour at the clinic this Friday. God truly meets us there.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Breakfast Debate
This morning as I prepared breakfast for my three little ones, and changed Baby T's diaper, and washed my hands so many times the skin nearly fell off, my cooking skills were called into question by CB.
CB: I will have toast. (five seconds later) Where is my toast? Is it ready yet?
Me: It's still in the toaster.
CB: In the toaster? CB doesn't want it in the toaster. (Her sudden switch to the third person when referring to herself is as baffling as it is annoying and warrants a subsequent post at a later time.)
Me: But you wanted toast?!
CB: Yes, but not in the TOASTER.
I'd better go pull out the Joy of Cooking and check the recipe again.
This morning as I prepared breakfast for my three little ones, and changed Baby T's diaper, and washed my hands so many times the skin nearly fell off, my cooking skills were called into question by CB.
CB: I will have toast. (five seconds later) Where is my toast? Is it ready yet?
Me: It's still in the toaster.
CB: In the toaster? CB doesn't want it in the toaster. (Her sudden switch to the third person when referring to herself is as baffling as it is annoying and warrants a subsequent post at a later time.)
Me: But you wanted toast?!
CB: Yes, but not in the TOASTER.
I'd better go pull out the Joy of Cooking and check the recipe again.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Fruits of our LaborsSince I felt it was equally important to share with my children not only the joys of journeying to the farm to pluck (and perhaps even taste!) your own ripe apples off their branches, but also the joys of cooking with the harvest; I now present to you the plethora of apple products cooked up on the ark over the last week.
Caramel Apples
The girls used this recipe. Be careful, though, there were a few minor hot caramel related injuries.
An old family favorite from our German neighbor at my childhood home is for Apple Crumb Pie. There is no simpler recipe that has such a sweet result or such a delicious crumb topping and when vanilla ice cream or whipped cream is added this dessert could take any other fall favorite hands down.
In a bowl, combine:
2/3 c. sugar
2 T. flour
3/4 t. cinnamon
8-10 (or more) sliced tart apples
Pour mixture into an unbaked 9" pie crust (I used frozen store bought ones) making sure apples are "heaped" in a pile.
Combine:
1/2 c. flour
1/4 c. sugar (I like a mixture of brown and white sugars)
1/4 c. butter
Mix together until crumbly. Spread over apples.
Place pie(s) on a cookie sheet (unless you are particularly fond of the smell of burning sugar) and bake at 400F for 45-50 mins.
If it begins to brown too much on top before finished, cover loosely with a foil tent.
And for my own enjoyment, this year I decided, why stop at traditional applesauce when with just a little more cooking, I could have apple butter; which I'm hearing goes very well with pancakes. Here's the recipe I used (including the canning instructions).To those of you who live locally, kindly humor me and act surprised when you receive a basket with pancake mix and apple butter this Christmas...
Amazingly enough, I STILL have a peck of apples left. Any other great apple recipes to share?
Monday, October 08, 2007
Pregnancy Q & A's
Sent to me by my MIL, who is mom to 11, some of these just made me laugh right out loud!
Q: Should I have a baby after 35?
A: No, 35 children is enough.
Q: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?
A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.
Q: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?
A: Childbirth.
Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.
A: So what's your question?
Q: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?
A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.
Q: When is the best time to get an epidural?
A: Right after you find out you're pregnant.
Q: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?
A: Not unless the word "alimony" means anything to you.
Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?
A: Yes, pregnancy.
Q: Do I have to have a baby shower?
A: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.
Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?
A: When the kids are in college.
Sent to me by my MIL, who is mom to 11, some of these just made me laugh right out loud!
Q: Should I have a baby after 35?
A: No, 35 children is enough.
Q: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?
A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.
Q: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?
A: Childbirth.
Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.
A: So what's your question?
Q: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?
A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.
Q: When is the best time to get an epidural?
A: Right after you find out you're pregnant.
Q: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?
A: Not unless the word "alimony" means anything to you.
Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?
A: Yes, pregnancy.
Q: Do I have to have a baby shower?
A: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.
Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?
A: When the kids are in college.
And I thought I was just drawing...You can take the Draw-a-House test to see just what your drawing reveals about your personality, too...Here's what mine said:
You are sensitive and indecisive at times. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You love your house and family. You are a gifted artist as well. Once you have a problem, you need a friend with you. Your life is always full of changes. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. Your life is always full of changes.
You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You have a strong personality and you like to command, influence and control people.
You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.
Take the test here.
Help wanted!
Another one of our dedicated moms from church is helping to coordinate sidewalk counselors and prayer partners for the Aurora Pl*nned P*renthood site. Volunteers will receive training.
If you feel called to minister to abortion-bound women in this way, please leave me a comment below or email me for additional information.
Another one of our dedicated moms from church is helping to coordinate sidewalk counselors and prayer partners for the Aurora Pl*nned P*renthood site. Volunteers will receive training.
If you feel called to minister to abortion-bound women in this way, please leave me a comment below or email me for additional information.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
How'd You Get There From Here-Part VIII
Before you read this, make sure you read this (Our Referral-Part I)-if you haven't already.
"I've got a couple of kiddos here I'd like to talk to you about..." had me cautiously optimistic. I then knew for certain that this was not a call about the fund raising efforts we were contemplating.
As our agency's director spoke, I began to recognize the baby boy and his older sister she was calling about. I waited until she paused and then informed her that we had already looked into this particular pair of siblings, but that the baby had tested positive for Hepatitis C. As my hopes for a referral began to fade, I explained how we had consulted with multiple medical professionals and the verdict was clear-our family and Hepatitis C was a bad match at this time. There was silence on the other end of the phone for what seemed like a long time. Faintly, I could hear her shuffling papers on her end of the phone and then she responded, "You're right. He did test positive for Hepatitis C, but he's been retested and he doesn't have it."
I must admit at this point, as God whispered again, I remained a skeptical mortal.
How can someone just *lose* Hepatitis C, the way I routinely lose my cell phone? I wondered aloud. She seemed a bit uncertain herself, but insisted that it was true and again asked if we were interested. As she waited for my response, I considered my four children playing in the other room. We had committed ourselves to an adoption which would not jeopardize them in any way, but had promised to be open to God's hand throughout the process. Finally, I told her we would like to see the referral, but would need to have our adoption doctor review the medical records. She agreed and almost instantly, the file sat in my email in-box. My visiting friends rushed in to see the pictures and scan the description of the brother and sister who, for the second time in 3 months, had found their way into our home. Everything looked great, but the menace of the original Hep C diagnosis still lingered. As nap time approached, and my visitors left, I forwarded the referral to my husband at work; where he, in turn, faxed a copy of the medical file to the adoption doctor. Then, we waited. When he finally called after dinner that night, he explained the possibilities:
Friday morning, the Ark started rolling south on I-55 headed for the Gateway Arch. We had a marvelous time in St. Louis (Ed. Note: If you're looking for a Midwestern weekend trip--this was a fabulous, family friendly, low-cost city). On our way home, we had decided to stop and pay a visit to the magnificent grounds of the Shrine of Our Lady of the Snows in Belleville, IL. We wound our way around to the Main Shrine and Amphitheater, where as CB and N napped in the cool of the car, the Captain and I took turns visiting the Rosary Courts where we found rows of devotional candles and cards for prayer requests.
I watched as the the Boy and B returned to the car with their Dad. As he hopped in the driver's seat, he handed me a small card and said emphatically that I should go and light a candle and deposit our prayer request. The request leaving, for once and for all, the referral we sought in God's hands. We prayed that God would bring peace to our family and to the children whose file we reviewed regardless of the outcome. Then, we headed back north on the interstate, to await the results of the Hep C retest over the coming weeks.
Monday morning, after the Captain had left for work, but while the children still slept (I know, a miracle silence on the ark in and of itself); I headed to an early morning rendezvous with my computer. To my great surprise, there was a message from our adoption agency. Trying not to get my hopes up, I opened it and found the test results-the ones that were supposed to take nearly two weeks to arrive-were in our hands after one weekend.
And that baby who was tested? What were his results you ask? Why they were negative, of course; and he and his older sister are now sleeping peacefully in their beds a floor above me as I type. The negative test results shouldn't have surprised us. From the beginning God whispered to us that they were our children, if only it didn't take us so long to hear Him.
Before you read this, make sure you read this (Our Referral-Part I)-if you haven't already.
"I've got a couple of kiddos here I'd like to talk to you about..." had me cautiously optimistic. I then knew for certain that this was not a call about the fund raising efforts we were contemplating.
As our agency's director spoke, I began to recognize the baby boy and his older sister she was calling about. I waited until she paused and then informed her that we had already looked into this particular pair of siblings, but that the baby had tested positive for Hepatitis C. As my hopes for a referral began to fade, I explained how we had consulted with multiple medical professionals and the verdict was clear-our family and Hepatitis C was a bad match at this time. There was silence on the other end of the phone for what seemed like a long time. Faintly, I could hear her shuffling papers on her end of the phone and then she responded, "You're right. He did test positive for Hepatitis C, but he's been retested and he doesn't have it."
I must admit at this point, as God whispered again, I remained a skeptical mortal.
How can someone just *lose* Hepatitis C, the way I routinely lose my cell phone? I wondered aloud. She seemed a bit uncertain herself, but insisted that it was true and again asked if we were interested. As she waited for my response, I considered my four children playing in the other room. We had committed ourselves to an adoption which would not jeopardize them in any way, but had promised to be open to God's hand throughout the process. Finally, I told her we would like to see the referral, but would need to have our adoption doctor review the medical records. She agreed and almost instantly, the file sat in my email in-box. My visiting friends rushed in to see the pictures and scan the description of the brother and sister who, for the second time in 3 months, had found their way into our home. Everything looked great, but the menace of the original Hep C diagnosis still lingered. As nap time approached, and my visitors left, I forwarded the referral to my husband at work; where he, in turn, faxed a copy of the medical file to the adoption doctor. Then, we waited. When he finally called after dinner that night, he explained the possibilities:
- First, the lab made a mistake. One of the tests could be wrong, but in his opinion, knowing the caliber of the lab which was used, he believed it was unlikely.
- Second, the baby had tested positive for Hep C at the first test because his tiny, new baby self still contained antibodies from his birth mother, and the test will react to any antibodies-even those of the birth mother. (This is the same phenomenon which people find in testing babies under 18 mos. for HIV, which is why a special PCR test is used to determine if the baby is actually testing positive for the HIV virus, rather than just noting a positive reaction to antibodies still present from the birth mother.)
- Third, the baby had "converted" from positive to negative, which, the doctor explained, was possible but unlikely as this is usually seen in older patients.
Friday morning, the Ark started rolling south on I-55 headed for the Gateway Arch. We had a marvelous time in St. Louis (Ed. Note: If you're looking for a Midwestern weekend trip--this was a fabulous, family friendly, low-cost city). On our way home, we had decided to stop and pay a visit to the magnificent grounds of the Shrine of Our Lady of the Snows in Belleville, IL. We wound our way around to the Main Shrine and Amphitheater, where as CB and N napped in the cool of the car, the Captain and I took turns visiting the Rosary Courts where we found rows of devotional candles and cards for prayer requests.
I watched as the the Boy and B returned to the car with their Dad. As he hopped in the driver's seat, he handed me a small card and said emphatically that I should go and light a candle and deposit our prayer request. The request leaving, for once and for all, the referral we sought in God's hands. We prayed that God would bring peace to our family and to the children whose file we reviewed regardless of the outcome. Then, we headed back north on the interstate, to await the results of the Hep C retest over the coming weeks.
Monday morning, after the Captain had left for work, but while the children still slept (I know, a miracle silence on the ark in and of itself); I headed to an early morning rendezvous with my computer. To my great surprise, there was a message from our adoption agency. Trying not to get my hopes up, I opened it and found the test results-the ones that were supposed to take nearly two weeks to arrive-were in our hands after one weekend.
And that baby who was tested? What were his results you ask? Why they were negative, of course; and he and his older sister are now sleeping peacefully in their beds a floor above me as I type. The negative test results shouldn't have surprised us. From the beginning God whispered to us that they were our children, if only it didn't take us so long to hear Him.
Respect Life Sunday 2007Since 1972 the Catholic bishops in the United States have set aside the first Sunday in October as Respect Life Sunday. On October 7, Catholics will again pray for – and renew their resolve to bring about – a culture of life and an end to the killing of innocent human beings, especially those who are vulnerable due to their age, size, health or dependency.
from the USCCB Statement For Respect Life Sunday 2007
The statement is well written and highlights many of the Church's contemporary concerns with our societal leanings against a culture of life: abortion, euthanasia, stem cell research, etc... My only disappointment is that it neglects to showcase one of the choices that celebrate life-one that's near and dear to my heart-adoption.
So in addition to praying for the assaults on life listed above, let's also pray for an increase in pro-life families who accept the call to adopt and for the children who wait for them. No child should be without a family.
You can read the full text of the statement here.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
You know you're old when...
the little girl you used to babysit for adds you to Facebook. Okay, Becky H., your crusty old babysitter is in.
the little girl you used to babysit for adds you to Facebook. Okay, Becky H., your crusty old babysitter is in.
Here's Why...
each and every single life deserves a chance.
May Jesus and hold this family tightly and may His loving Mother wrap her mantle around them. And may all of us be touched by the longing for our heavenly home that this tiny soul briefly brought to our world.
each and every single life deserves a chance.
May Jesus and hold this family tightly and may His loving Mother wrap her mantle around them. And may all of us be touched by the longing for our heavenly home that this tiny soul briefly brought to our world.
Book Review
Children's book author, Jillian Curtis, has written an engaging picture book for young readers. The Little Prince and the Magic Wand features a boy prince on a quest for magic. He encounters a variety of forest friends on his journey, who help him to discover the magic he seeks--in a most unlikely place. Beautifully illustrated, this book would definitely please any young (or old!) lover of fairy tales! Read more about the book here or contact the author to order a signed copy for your favorite little prince or princess.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Grand Opening!
This won't come as a shock to people who are familiar with our adoption agency, but for those who don't know, they have just done a *remodel* of their online Ethiopian store. It is a wonderful resource for families with children from Ethiopia. There are children's books, books written in English and Amharic, adorable Ethiopian clothes (check out the traditional baby boy outfit! Could it BE any cuter?!) And, as if that wasn't enough, they will be adding merchandise to the store based on feedback from adoptive families! So, if you're in need of something Ethiopian-or are just looking for a unique place to do some early Christmas shopping (and help the children still waiting for forever families)-be sure to stop by and check this site out.
This won't come as a shock to people who are familiar with our adoption agency, but for those who don't know, they have just done a *remodel* of their online Ethiopian store. It is a wonderful resource for families with children from Ethiopia. There are children's books, books written in English and Amharic, adorable Ethiopian clothes (check out the traditional baby boy outfit! Could it BE any cuter?!) And, as if that wasn't enough, they will be adding merchandise to the store based on feedback from adoptive families! So, if you're in need of something Ethiopian-or are just looking for a unique place to do some early Christmas shopping (and help the children still waiting for forever families)-be sure to stop by and check this site out.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Feast of St. Francis of Assisi
The children have been looking forward to this feast day for some time now. They've been talking about our tradition for this day over the past year. Last year, since our parish's "pet blessing" was held at 7:30 pm (bedtime for our youngest kids) we did our research and found that we could hold our own blessing ceremony here on the ark. You would think, with the ark reference, that might take a considerable amount of time; however, last year we only had two cats to bless and one of them hid so we couldn't find her at the time. (Should the feast day suddenly include blessing all the children in the house, well then, the ceremony could become a little more lengthy.)
There is a little apprehension on the part of the parents this year. The cat we did manage to find and bless last year, disappeared less than a week after its blessing! So this year, we'll bless our remaining cat and lift up a special intention for St. Francis to deliver straight to Jesus-that He help our lone feline stick around a little longer.
Here is the prayer we used:
For more information on St. Francis of Assisi, click here. For some cool e-cards for this feast day click here.
The children have been looking forward to this feast day for some time now. They've been talking about our tradition for this day over the past year. Last year, since our parish's "pet blessing" was held at 7:30 pm (bedtime for our youngest kids) we did our research and found that we could hold our own blessing ceremony here on the ark. You would think, with the ark reference, that might take a considerable amount of time; however, last year we only had two cats to bless and one of them hid so we couldn't find her at the time. (Should the feast day suddenly include blessing all the children in the house, well then, the ceremony could become a little more lengthy.)
There is a little apprehension on the part of the parents this year. The cat we did manage to find and bless last year, disappeared less than a week after its blessing! So this year, we'll bless our remaining cat and lift up a special intention for St. Francis to deliver straight to Jesus-that He help our lone feline stick around a little longer.
Here is the prayer we used:
For all animals:
Blessed are you, Lord God,
maker of all living creatures.
On the fifth and sixth days of creation,
you called forth fish in the sea,
birds in the air and animals on the land.
You inspired St. Francis to call all animals
his brothers and sisters.
We ask you to bless this animal.
By the power of your love,
enable it to live according to your plan.
May we always praise you
for all your beauty in creation.
Blessed are you, Lord our God, in all your creatures! Amen.
For more information on St. Francis of Assisi, click here. For some cool e-cards for this feast day click here.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Does it make me a nerd?
to interrupt my day by taking a quiz to find out what kind of a nerd I am?
Apparently, it does not.
H/T SFO Mom
to interrupt my day by taking a quiz to find out what kind of a nerd I am?
Apparently, it does not.
H/T SFO Mom
Teasers
This morning entails running out the door asap, but have no fear there are a couple of things I've been meaning to post here.
For starters, I've got some pictures of our weekend at the farm, where we introduced H to the joys of pick-your-own fruit (and the importance of a good apple-cider donut).
Then, I really didn't intend to let this cliff hanger go on forever, so I'll be looking to tell the "rest of the story".
And finally, some new stuff is brewing on the ark. The details for this one can't quite be shared yet, but hopefully we'll have something to divulge shortly. Stay tuned!
This morning entails running out the door asap, but have no fear there are a couple of things I've been meaning to post here.
For starters, I've got some pictures of our weekend at the farm, where we introduced H to the joys of pick-your-own fruit (and the importance of a good apple-cider donut).
Then, I really didn't intend to let this cliff hanger go on forever, so I'll be looking to tell the "rest of the story".
And finally, some new stuff is brewing on the ark. The details for this one can't quite be shared yet, but hopefully we'll have something to divulge shortly. Stay tuned!
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
ABCs and 123s
We have a little game we play in our house, which my parent's played with my siblings and I, to help survive bath time hair washes with minimal drama. Once their hair is wet, we are able to really lather up their little heads by playing "Guess what letter I've made?" Last night CB decided to help.
CB: Can I try one? (proceeding to etch what appears to be a lower case 'a' on her sister's soapy head)
N: Is it a 'c'?
CB: No.
N: Is it an 'o'?
CB: No. Come on...you know this one.
N: Oh wait, now I know what it is(sitting up proudly)---ELEPHANT!
Unreserved, both CB and I began to laugh, until CB stopped and looked at N very seriously and said, "Not an elephant, silly, remember-these are NUMBERS!"
Perhaps it's time for a unit review.
We have a little game we play in our house, which my parent's played with my siblings and I, to help survive bath time hair washes with minimal drama. Once their hair is wet, we are able to really lather up their little heads by playing "Guess what letter I've made?" Last night CB decided to help.
CB: Can I try one? (proceeding to etch what appears to be a lower case 'a' on her sister's soapy head)
N: Is it a 'c'?
CB: No.
N: Is it an 'o'?
CB: No. Come on...you know this one.
N: Oh wait, now I know what it is(sitting up proudly)---ELEPHANT!
Unreserved, both CB and I began to laugh, until CB stopped and looked at N very seriously and said, "Not an elephant, silly, remember-these are NUMBERS!"
Perhaps it's time for a unit review.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Don't forget...
who it is that we serve. Our God is a mighty God and His faithfulness is real. With the opening of the Pl*nned P*renthood clinic in Aurora tomorrow morning, it would appear to many that the game is over.
Take comfort in God's living word, found in Sacred Scripture:
who it is that we serve. Our God is a mighty God and His faithfulness is real. With the opening of the Pl*nned P*renthood clinic in Aurora tomorrow morning, it would appear to many that the game is over.
Take comfort in God's living word, found in Sacred Scripture:
"I urge you now to keep up your courage, for there will be no loss of life among you, but only of the ship. For last night there stood by me an angel of God to whom I belong and whom I worship, and he said, 'Do not be afraid...indeed, God has granted safety to all those who are sailing with you. So keep up your courage, men, for I have faith in God that it will be exactly as I have been told." Acts 27: 22-25
Continue to keep our nation and the city of Aurora, Illinois in particular, in your prayers. Below is a beautiful Litany in Response to Abortion by Fr. Frank Pavone from Priests for Life.
There is more work to be done because the story's not over yet, not for those who believe.
There is more work to be done because the story's not over yet, not for those who believe.
LITANY IN RESPONSE TO ABORTION
By Fr. Frank Pavone
Lord, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy.
Christ, hear us.
Christ, graciously hear us.
God the Father, Creator of the world, have mercy on us. RESPONSE: Have mercy on us!
God the Son, through whom all things were made,
God the Holy Spirit, Lord and Giver of Life,
Lord Jesus, the Beginning and the End,
Lord Jesus, the Way, the Truth, and the Life,
Lord Jesus, the Resurrection and the Life,
Lord Jesus, Eternal Word of Life,
Lord Jesus, living in the womb of the Virgin Mary,
Lord Jesus, Lover of the poor and weak,
Lord Jesus, Defender of the helpless,
Lord Jesus, Bread of Life,
For every sin against life,
For the sin of abortion,
For the daily killing of innocent babies,
For the bloodshed throughout our land,
For the silent screams of Your children,
For the killing of Your future disciples,
For the exploitation of women by abortion,
For the silence of Your people,
For the apathy of Your people,
For the co-operation of Your people in this tragedy,
For our pre-born brothers and sisters killed by abortion, RESPONSE: Lord, hear our prayer.
For our pre-born brothers and sisters threatened by abortion,
For our brothers and sisters who have survived abortion,
For mothers who have had abortions,
For mothers tempted to have abortions,
For mothers pressured to have abortions,
For mothers who have refused to have abortions,
For the fathers of aborted babies,
For the families of aborted babies,
For the families of those tempted to have abortions
For abortionists,
For all who assist and cooperate in abortions,
For doctors and nurses, that they may nurture life,
For government leaders, that they may defend life,
For the clergy, that they may speak up for life,
For the pro-life movement,
For those who speak, write, and work to end abortion,
For those who help provide alternatives to abortion…
For those who promote adoption,
For national and local pro-life groups,
For unity in the pro-life movement,
For courage and perseverance in pro-life work,
For those who suffer ridicule and rejection for their stand for life,
For those imprisoned for defending life,
For those who have been injured and mistreated for defending life,
For legal professionals,
For courts and judges,
For police officers,
For educators,
For media professionals,
In thanksgiving for the babies saved from abortion,
In thanksgiving for the mothers saved and healed from abortion,
In thanksgiving for the former abortion providers who have become pro-life,
In thanksgiving for all those who take a stand against abortion,
In thanksgiving for the call to be part of the pro-life movement,
Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, spare us, O Lord.
Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, graciously hear us,
O Lord, Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.
Let us Pray
Almighty and ever-living God, You have created all things through Your Son Jesus Christ. He trampled the power of death by His Paschal Mystery. May all who acknowledge You promote the sacredness of life and always serve You faithfully, through the same Christ our Lord.
Amen.
Mathetes Award(Ed. note to my eldest son: read the award carefully, using phonics if necessary, for it is the Mathetes not the Math-letes award, as you might have thought.)
Mathetes is the Greek word for disciple, and the role of the disciple (per the Great Commission) it to make more disciples. In the spirit of this award, the rules are simple. Winners of this award must pick five other "disciples" to pass it on to. As you pass it on, you mention and provide links for (1)this post as the originator of the award (Dan King of management by God) and, (2) the person that awarded it to you.
Thank you, Barbara, for choosing me to be a part of the incredible women you selected. I am truly humbled to be counted among them.
To narrow down, to only five the people, those whom I view as disciples is difficult as there are many more than 5 out there. In the spirit of the award, however, here are my five:
Becky at Wild At Heart Family
Margaret at Minnesota Mom
Mary at Owlhaven
Dawn at Holy Angels Mom's Group (who should just go ahead and bring the Mom's Group online already-because I know that she has nothing better to do with her time...)
and Katie at The Foo Hath Said (which would be the name of her blog if she would only start one...c'mon, you know you want to)
These women live their faith out in a quiet, humble way that draws people to them, while at the same time, keeping their focus on Christ and His ways.
Consider yourselves tagged!
Therese at Aussie Coffee Shop sent this my way. I'm going to do my homework before I take the quiz, however, as I don't know some of the sites referenced here...
Here's a fun quiz made up especially for bloggers. The rules are easy. Just post the quiz on your blog and answer the questions, then pass it on to five other bloggers, and link to them in your post. Be sure to link back to the one who sent it to you.
1. Do you attend the Traditional Latin Mass or the Novus Ordo?
I have never had the experience of attending the TLM. We just spoke about it at our couple's scripture study last week and only one of us had ever been. I think it would be good to experience it at least once as I have only ever been to the NO.
2. If you attend the TLM, how far do you drive to get there?
NA
3. If you had to apply a Catholic label to yourself, what would it be?
Roman Catholic.
4. Are you a comment junkie?
I think the comments are what makes writing and reading along on blogs such fun! There are days where the comments are like my own little life line to the adult world, so they are much appreciated and make blogging seem less like a journal entry and more like a conversation.
5. Do you go back to read the comments on the blogs you’ve commented on?
Usually, sometimes I forget, but I do try to go back-especially if I've asked a question and am hoping to hear an answer!
6. Have you ever left an anonymous comment on another blog?
No. I don't think that really does much to further any dialog between writer and reader.
7. Which blogroll would you most like to be on?
I really love the Catholic Mothers Online one that I am on, there are so many great Catholic Christian moms on there who share my faith and vocation as mother.
8. Which blog is the first one you check?
Usually mine.
9. Have you met any other bloggers in person?
A couple of my blogging friends I met before they were bloggers! I think it would be fun to meet other bloggers-especially the ones who adopted through the same agency as us!
10. What are you reading?
For Couple's Scripture Study-Catholic and Christian by Dr. Alan Schreck
For Women's Scripture Study-Courageous Virtue by Stacy Mitch
For Pure Enjoyment-Strawberry Shortcake Murder by Joanne Fluke
Bonus Question! Has your site been banned by Spirit of Vatican II?
Not to my knowledge...here's where my homework comes in...
If it has, who do you think Father Tim really is?
Time to hit the books and find out...
Thanks, Therese! And to anyone else, leave a note in the comments and let me know if you're playing!
***UPDATE***Okay, I checked the link for SOV2 and am still not sure what they are. If you have a chance go see for yourself and let me know what you think.
And as for Fr. Tim's identity...he's either a really devout Catholic or he's an insane lunatic waiting to be beamed onto a kinder, gentler planet. I guess only time (or he) will tell.
Therese at Aussie Coffee Shop sent this my way. I'm going to do my homework before I take the quiz, however, as I don't know some of the sites referenced here...
Here's a fun quiz made up especially for bloggers. The rules are easy. Just post the quiz on your blog and answer the questions, then pass it on to five other bloggers, and link to them in your post. Be sure to link back to the one who sent it to you.
1. Do you attend the Traditional Latin Mass or the Novus Ordo?
I have never had the experience of attending the TLM. We just spoke about it at our couple's scripture study last week and only one of us had ever been. I think it would be good to experience it at least once as I have only ever been to the NO.
2. If you attend the TLM, how far do you drive to get there?
NA
3. If you had to apply a Catholic label to yourself, what would it be?
Roman Catholic.
4. Are you a comment junkie?
I think the comments are what makes writing and reading along on blogs such fun! There are days where the comments are like my own little life line to the adult world, so they are much appreciated and make blogging seem less like a journal entry and more like a conversation.
5. Do you go back to read the comments on the blogs you’ve commented on?
Usually, sometimes I forget, but I do try to go back-especially if I've asked a question and am hoping to hear an answer!
6. Have you ever left an anonymous comment on another blog?
No. I don't think that really does much to further any dialog between writer and reader.
7. Which blogroll would you most like to be on?
I really love the Catholic Mothers Online one that I am on, there are so many great Catholic Christian moms on there who share my faith and vocation as mother.
8. Which blog is the first one you check?
Usually mine.
9. Have you met any other bloggers in person?
A couple of my blogging friends I met before they were bloggers! I think it would be fun to meet other bloggers-especially the ones who adopted through the same agency as us!
10. What are you reading?
For Couple's Scripture Study-Catholic and Christian by Dr. Alan Schreck
For Women's Scripture Study-Courageous Virtue by Stacy Mitch
For Pure Enjoyment-Strawberry Shortcake Murder by Joanne Fluke
Bonus Question! Has your site been banned by Spirit of Vatican II?
Not to my knowledge...here's where my homework comes in...
If it has, who do you think Father Tim really is?
Time to hit the books and find out...
Thanks, Therese! And to anyone else, leave a note in the comments and let me know if you're playing!
***UPDATE***Okay, I checked the link for SOV2 and am still not sure what they are. If you have a chance go see for yourself and let me know what you think.
And as for Fr. Tim's identity...he's either a really devout Catholic or he's an insane lunatic waiting to be beamed onto a kinder, gentler planet. I guess only time (or he) will tell.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Share your adoption story!
CALL IN INFORMATION FOR MONEY MATTER WITH STEVE MOORE AND HOWARD DAYTON
You have an opportunity to share your story of how God has provided financially for adoption and perhaps be on the air with Money Matters (Crown Financial Ministries) radio program in November. The idea is to share how the Lord has worked in overcoming financial needs during the adoption process. It could be that Hope for Orphans, Life International, Shaohannah's Hope, ABBA Fund or someone else was used to assist you in this and how God worked in your adoption decision.
Crown has a toll-free number that you can call at any time to record your story. There is no guarantee that all the testimonies will be used on the air in November, but if not, they may be used sometime in the future when the topic comes up again.
Instructions to participate:
CALL IN INFORMATION FOR MONEY MATTER WITH STEVE MOORE AND HOWARD DAYTON
You have an opportunity to share your story of how God has provided financially for adoption and perhaps be on the air with Money Matters (Crown Financial Ministries) radio program in November. The idea is to share how the Lord has worked in overcoming financial needs during the adoption process. It could be that Hope for Orphans, Life International, Shaohannah's Hope, ABBA Fund or someone else was used to assist you in this and how God worked in your adoption decision.
Crown has a toll-free number that you can call at any time to record your story. There is no guarantee that all the testimonies will be used on the air in November, but if not, they may be used sometime in the future when the topic comes up again.
Instructions to participate:
- Call
1-800-525-7000
- Press -3- for testimonies
- The message will say, "If you have a short testimony of the way God has used Crown Financial Ministries and Money Matters in your life, please press 3."
Even though your testimony may not be directly attributed to Crown, that is okay. They would like for you to leave your story of how trusting God brought you through financial hurdles in your adoption process.
Will the results be in Friday?
Last week, city officials asked Kane County State's Attorney John Barsanti to review Pl*nned P*renthood and Gemini Office Development for possible criminal action based on the companies' handling of the application, approval and permitting process. Barsanti's investigation may be completed Friday.
The clinic's temporary-occupancy permit expired Sept. 17, and the facility cannot open until after the investigation is completed. Pl*nned P*renthood had intended to open the medical center on Sept. 18.
Stay tuned...
A weighty matter
There's been recent discussion on the ark about the size one must be to use the riding mower to cut the grass. The two older girls, it seems, do not weigh enough for the mower to work. (Apparently, there is a safety feature that cuts power to the blade if it believes the rider has fallen off). So, I suggested that, perhaps, when they weighed a little more, their mowing days could begin. B skipped back into the house, satisfied with my response. H, however, narrowed her eyes at me and began-what I like to think of as a quirky Ethiopian trait- interrogation speed round.
H: How much do I weigh?
Me: Oh...about 75 pounds, I think.
H: What about B?
Me: About the same.
H: What about the Boy?
Me: More than you.
H: More than 100?
Me: Yes.
H: (pondering for a moment) Then you must be two or three hundred, right?
They must operate some kind of funny system of measure in Ethiopia, at least that's what I'm telling people...
There's been recent discussion on the ark about the size one must be to use the riding mower to cut the grass. The two older girls, it seems, do not weigh enough for the mower to work. (Apparently, there is a safety feature that cuts power to the blade if it believes the rider has fallen off). So, I suggested that, perhaps, when they weighed a little more, their mowing days could begin. B skipped back into the house, satisfied with my response. H, however, narrowed her eyes at me and began-what I like to think of as a quirky Ethiopian trait- interrogation speed round.
H: How much do I weigh?
Me: Oh...about 75 pounds, I think.
H: What about B?
Me: About the same.
H: What about the Boy?
Me: More than you.
H: More than 100?
Me: Yes.
H: (pondering for a moment) Then you must be two or three hundred, right?
They must operate some kind of funny system of measure in Ethiopia, at least that's what I'm telling people...
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Mama always said...
It's better to tell the truth than to lie, because in the end, it's just too hard to remember what lies you've told. I guess that's why the sleight-of-hand method PP has been using in attempting to set-up the largest abortion clinic in America in Aurora, IL will, in the end, come back to haunt them.
Someone should have warned them that those types of tricks only work when the magician keeps his secrets.
From today's Aurora Beacon News regarding recent developments in the zoning code for the clinic:
From the first article:
Steve Trombley, president and CEO of Pl*nned P*renthood/Chicago Area, told The Beacon News Tuesday night that he hadn't seen that ordinance requiring a special-use permit and city public hearing.
"Officials from Gemini discussed this with the city. It was determined that this project did not require a special-use permit," said Sara Knaub, a spokeswoman for Pl*nned P*renthood/Chicago Area.
Alyingceosayswhat? Exactly.
It's better to tell the truth than to lie, because in the end, it's just too hard to remember what lies you've told. I guess that's why the sleight-of-hand method PP has been using in attempting to set-up the largest abortion clinic in America in Aurora, IL will, in the end, come back to haunt them.
Someone should have warned them that those types of tricks only work when the magician keeps his secrets.
From today's Aurora Beacon News regarding recent developments in the zoning code for the clinic:
From the first article:
Steve Trombley, president and CEO of Pl*nned P*renthood/Chicago Area, told The Beacon News Tuesday night that he hadn't seen that ordinance requiring a special-use permit and city public hearing.
"We have no idea what he's talking about," Trombley said
And from the second:"Officials from Gemini discussed this with the city. It was determined that this project did not require a special-use permit," said Sara Knaub, a spokeswoman for Pl*nned P*renthood/Chicago Area.
Alyingceosayswhat? Exactly.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Women's Scripture Study tonight
For the past two years, I have led our parish's Women's Scripture Study. It is something I really love to do and feel a little guilty for always volunteering to lead it, as I think I get much more out of it when I'm tasked with its preparation.
So, tonight begins our 2007-08 study. We will be finishing up Stacy Mitch's "Courageous" Series.
This year, we are covering the final book shown above, Courageous Virtue. It should be a very interesting topic as lately virtue is portrayed as antiquated behavior left only to goody-two-shoes, who when it comes right down to it (according to society today) are really just don't know how to have a good time. What is interesting, in my research about virtue in society today, is that schools in America are clamoring to instruct children about virtue and living a virtuous life, but wish to do so without the slightest mention of the scriptural origin of virtue. So now, we pander programs such as *character* education to grade-schoolers, with no moral compass attached. I understand where these programs are trying to go, but I'm not quite sure they ever get there.
What do you think? Can virtue be extracted from faith and still have meaning and understanding for children today? Or does it leave them with a half-baked notion of that virtue was crafted out of thin air? Leave me a comment and let me know your thoughts.
For the past two years, I have led our parish's Women's Scripture Study. It is something I really love to do and feel a little guilty for always volunteering to lead it, as I think I get much more out of it when I'm tasked with its preparation.
So, tonight begins our 2007-08 study. We will be finishing up Stacy Mitch's "Courageous" Series.
This year, we are covering the final book shown above, Courageous Virtue. It should be a very interesting topic as lately virtue is portrayed as antiquated behavior left only to goody-two-shoes, who when it comes right down to it (according to society today) are really just don't know how to have a good time. What is interesting, in my research about virtue in society today, is that schools in America are clamoring to instruct children about virtue and living a virtuous life, but wish to do so without the slightest mention of the scriptural origin of virtue. So now, we pander programs such as *character* education to grade-schoolers, with no moral compass attached. I understand where these programs are trying to go, but I'm not quite sure they ever get there.
What do you think? Can virtue be extracted from faith and still have meaning and understanding for children today? Or does it leave them with a half-baked notion of that virtue was crafted out of thin air? Leave me a comment and let me know your thoughts.
Prayers for our new niece
Hi all. We are anxiously awaiting the arrival of our newest niece. No, it's not this one, but it is the soon-to-be-born daughter of another great aunt and uncle team here on the ark. Her due date is this coming Sunday. Yesterday, at an ultrasound, the baby's fluid level was low. Please join us in praying for a safe delivery for Mom and baby.
Hi all. We are anxiously awaiting the arrival of our newest niece. No, it's not this one, but it is the soon-to-be-born daughter of another great aunt and uncle team here on the ark. Her due date is this coming Sunday. Yesterday, at an ultrasound, the baby's fluid level was low. Please join us in praying for a safe delivery for Mom and baby.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Position Wanted: Inquire Upstairs
From today's gospel reading...we hear:
The pastor today spoke about this reading and its appearance of being scandalous. "Why," he asked, "would Jesus tell such a story as this?" Given that when Jesus spoke in parables, He wasn't just shooting the breeze, He had a lesson to teach; there must be a reason to this story about a group of (in the pastor's words) scoundrels. As he spoke, I reflected on something that we discussed in our Couple's Scripture Study Friday night. Our discussion was on salvation. One of the points covered was, as I thought more about it, really related to today's gospel message. There is for many Catholics (as well as many Christians, I am sure) the notion that being faithful in the *big* things is enough. So, hey, I went to Mass this week. I haven't cheated on my spouse or, you know, murdered anyone. I'm doing alright! But as our scripture study conversation wound around to it, being faithful is not a check-the-block-once-in-a-lifetime-hey-y'all-look-at-me-at-least-I-went-to-church-on-Sunday kind of a thing. It is in the little things. It is in the day-to-day. It is in the details. It is, at its core, a way of life we sign up for when we agree to follow Christ. And if we can't be faithful in those little things, in the mundane, in the acts that no one sees, what message does our faith show the world?
It is a full-time job, this disciple-being and becoming-that we've accepted and as the pastor said today, there are no part-time positions.
From today's gospel reading...we hear:
"Whoever is faithful in a very little is faithful also in much; and whoever is dishonest in a very little is dishonest also in much. If then you have not been faithful with the dishonest wealth, who will entrust to you the true riches?"
The pastor today spoke about this reading and its appearance of being scandalous. "Why," he asked, "would Jesus tell such a story as this?" Given that when Jesus spoke in parables, He wasn't just shooting the breeze, He had a lesson to teach; there must be a reason to this story about a group of (in the pastor's words) scoundrels. As he spoke, I reflected on something that we discussed in our Couple's Scripture Study Friday night. Our discussion was on salvation. One of the points covered was, as I thought more about it, really related to today's gospel message. There is for many Catholics (as well as many Christians, I am sure) the notion that being faithful in the *big* things is enough. So, hey, I went to Mass this week. I haven't cheated on my spouse or, you know, murdered anyone. I'm doing alright! But as our scripture study conversation wound around to it, being faithful is not a check-the-block-once-in-a-lifetime-hey-y'all-look-at-me-at-least-I-went-to-church-on-Sunday kind of a thing. It is in the little things. It is in the day-to-day. It is in the details. It is, at its core, a way of life we sign up for when we agree to follow Christ. And if we can't be faithful in those little things, in the mundane, in the acts that no one sees, what message does our faith show the world?
It is a full-time job, this disciple-being and becoming-that we've accepted and as the pastor said today, there are no part-time positions.
"Always be faithful in the little things, for it is in them that our strength lies."
Blessed Teresa of Calcutta
Blessed Teresa of Calcutta
From Joan Lowry Nixon's Book...
At the moment your life began,
everything was there that would
make you the special person you are.
Already God knew whether
you would be a boy or a girl,
what color hair and eyes you would have,
and how tall you would become.
And at the center of this life was your soul,
which was created with all the joy and glory
of God's love, because He wanted you.
Originally, this book was selected as an answer to the *bigger picture* of the "Where did I come from?" question for our adopted children. As you can tell from this excerpt, it answers that question and teaches all of our children about their irreplaceable worth and value, which is true of all life.
everything was there that would
make you the special person you are.
Already God knew whether
you would be a boy or a girl,
what color hair and eyes you would have,
and how tall you would become.
And at the center of this life was your soul,
which was created with all the joy and glory
of God's love, because He wanted you.
Originally, this book was selected as an answer to the *bigger picture* of the "Where did I come from?" question for our adopted children. As you can tell from this excerpt, it answers that question and teaches all of our children about their irreplaceable worth and value, which is true of all life.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Lessons Learned
CB spent yesterday afternoon pouring liquid "bubble stuff" on the driveway and skating through it. Finally, after manypanicked warnings about splitting her head open gentle reminders to stop, CB was kindly asked by her tired-of-repeating-herself mother to sit and think about why that behavior was not such a good idea.
"Well," I asked, "What did you think?"
"It's not safe," she answered. "You could slip."
"And what else?" I continued.
Looking very seriously at me, she added, "And then...you'll fall and crack your head open."
Well, I thought, at least I know she was listening.
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N busied herself with the books in the cryroom at B and H's choir practice last night.
"Look at this man," she declared, "he's wearing flip flops."
Looking up from my reading , I responded, "That's Noah and those are sandals. Do you remember him?"
Her puzzled stare beckoned me to continue.
"He built a big boat and filled it up with every different kind of animal you can think of."
"Ooooh noooo,"she said as she passed down her three year old judgment, "I bet he got in BIG trouble for that!"
CB spent yesterday afternoon pouring liquid "bubble stuff" on the driveway and skating through it. Finally, after many
"Well," I asked, "What did you think?"
"It's not safe," she answered. "You could slip."
"And what else?" I continued.
Looking very seriously at me, she added, "And then...you'll fall and crack your head open."
Well, I thought, at least I know she was listening.
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N busied herself with the books in the cryroom at B and H's choir practice last night.
"Look at this man," she declared, "he's wearing flip flops."
Looking up from my reading , I responded, "That's Noah and those are sandals. Do you remember him?"
Her puzzled stare beckoned me to continue.
"He built a big boat and filled it up with every different kind of animal you can think of."
"Ooooh noooo,"she said as she passed down her three year old judgment, "I bet he got in BIG trouble for that!"
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Closed Until Further Notice
In today's ruling, the PP clinic was denied its request to open while the investigation of its approval process continues. You can read the full story here.
In today's ruling, the PP clinic was denied its request to open while the investigation of its approval process continues. You can read the full story here.
Channeling Jason Alexander
It's been a rough week on the ark. The kids have been busy every night of the week after school. We've had numerous doctor and dentist appointments. Homework has been a bear. And occasionally, I catch sight of this good-looking guy walking through my bedroom in the wee hours of the morning. (I think he might live here, but I'm not sure).
So this morning, it seemed appropriate to treat myself to a pumpkin spice latte (decaf, of course). I rarely opt for anything from this over-the-top coffee shop, but this morning, desperation won out over sensibility. I went through the drive-thru, accepted up my liquid pick-me-up from an overly enthusiastic employee and drove off to drop CB at preschool.
Once it seemed my coffee had cooled, I raised the paper cup to my lips and in a private toast took my first sip...only to find that I had been gypped. Sure enough, my cup was filled to its grande rim with hot chocolate (which is also probably pretty good, but that's not my point). Dejected, I turned a one-eighty and headed back to give my peppy coffee hostess a piece of my mind. Until, this image crossed my mind, and I had to laugh aloud at myself. My blogging-mommy, novice computer geek gave me no more right to lose my cool than those of more *celebrity* status. I mean, what kind of example would I be setting for my two youngest in the back seat.
Not a very good one.
So, I pulled through the line again, graciously accepted an apology and the correct drink and drove home; hoping I could find that funny clip playing in my head to share with this story.
It's been a rough week on the ark. The kids have been busy every night of the week after school. We've had numerous doctor and dentist appointments. Homework has been a bear. And occasionally, I catch sight of this good-looking guy walking through my bedroom in the wee hours of the morning. (I think he might live here, but I'm not sure).
So this morning, it seemed appropriate to treat myself to a pumpkin spice latte (decaf, of course). I rarely opt for anything from this over-the-top coffee shop, but this morning, desperation won out over sensibility. I went through the drive-thru, accepted up my liquid pick-me-up from an overly enthusiastic employee and drove off to drop CB at preschool.
Once it seemed my coffee had cooled, I raised the paper cup to my lips and in a private toast took my first sip...only to find that I had been gypped. Sure enough, my cup was filled to its grande rim with hot chocolate (which is also probably pretty good, but that's not my point). Dejected, I turned a one-eighty and headed back to give my peppy coffee hostess a piece of my mind. Until, this image crossed my mind, and I had to laugh aloud at myself. My blogging-mommy, novice computer geek gave me no more right to lose my cool than those of more *celebrity* status. I mean, what kind of example would I be setting for my two youngest in the back seat.
Not a very good one.
So, I pulled through the line again, graciously accepted an apology and the correct drink and drove home; hoping I could find that funny clip playing in my head to share with this story.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Science lesson gone horribly wrong
Tonight, as the three little ones and I sat under the fading sun at soccer practice, I noticed the moon had already risen. What a great opportunity, the overenthusiastic teacher in me decided, to point out the moon while the sky is still blue.
I called out excitedly, "Hey guys! Who can find the moon?!" Each of the little girls scanned the sky and quickly responded, "I do!" Then little N added, "But it's such a small moon, Mama." Not wanting to let a teachable moment pass me by, I answered, "Yes, it is. It's called a half-moon." CB, listening intently to my explanation, turned to N and I and with concern and said, "You mean someone CUT it?!"
I briefly tried to explain that it was still there, but it was dark and unable to be seen; thus continuing my science lesson. She looked at me quizzically and I thought for a second before offering, "Or maybe someone cut it." Satisfied, she wandered off while I, left with my failed lesson plan replaying itself in my mind, decided it was a good thing I'd never been offered a science teaching job.
Tonight, as the three little ones and I sat under the fading sun at soccer practice, I noticed the moon had already risen. What a great opportunity, the overenthusiastic teacher in me decided, to point out the moon while the sky is still blue.
I called out excitedly, "Hey guys! Who can find the moon?!" Each of the little girls scanned the sky and quickly responded, "I do!" Then little N added, "But it's such a small moon, Mama." Not wanting to let a teachable moment pass me by, I answered, "Yes, it is. It's called a half-moon." CB, listening intently to my explanation, turned to N and I and with concern and said, "You mean someone CUT it?!"
I briefly tried to explain that it was still there, but it was dark and unable to be seen; thus continuing my science lesson. She looked at me quizzically and I thought for a second before offering, "Or maybe someone cut it." Satisfied, she wandered off while I, left with my failed lesson plan replaying itself in my mind, decided it was a good thing I'd never been offered a science teaching job.
Travel Snacks
I spent this morning at the dentist's office for an always enjoyable six-month check-up. Relying upon the kindness of friends, I was able to venture off for my appointment unaccompanied. As I sat in the waiting room the first few minutes, I was on alert. Why?
First, because that's the status quo for my entering into any type of professional office space where (when I go WITH young'uns in tow) I'm ready at a moments notice to: apologize, keep one eye on the wanderer, another eye on the climber and still a third eye (yes, I must have it here somewhere) on the one who is nonchalantly emptying the contents of my pocketbook on the floor; all while staring longingly at the golden gateway back to meet with the doctor, teacher, dentist, etc...
And, second, I was getting ready to go sit in the dentist's chair, 'nuff said.
Normally, in such situations, I whip out my rosary and roll the beads gently between my fingers, urging calm through my meditation. Today, however, there was an "Everyday with Rachael Ray" magazine at my fingertips (which I'd never seen before) and I was, don't forget, alone. There was a cover story featuring Road Trips and the best snack foods to pack in the car. "Great!" I thought, until I turned to the page featuring fajita-style roll-ups with dipping sauce, of course and vegetable and cheese shish-kebabs. I had no problem with the *highly original* homemade popcorn and frozen juice boxes, but I really thought Rach wouldn't have left me hanging. It's no problem to conjure up Doritoes and M&Ms, but without taking along a sous-chef, there must be something else on which to feast.
Any "yum-o" suggestions?
I spent this morning at the dentist's office for an always enjoyable six-month check-up. Relying upon the kindness of friends, I was able to venture off for my appointment unaccompanied. As I sat in the waiting room the first few minutes, I was on alert. Why?
First, because that's the status quo for my entering into any type of professional office space where (when I go WITH young'uns in tow) I'm ready at a moments notice to: apologize, keep one eye on the wanderer, another eye on the climber and still a third eye (yes, I must have it here somewhere) on the one who is nonchalantly emptying the contents of my pocketbook on the floor; all while staring longingly at the golden gateway back to meet with the doctor, teacher, dentist, etc...
And, second, I was getting ready to go sit in the dentist's chair, 'nuff said.
Normally, in such situations, I whip out my rosary and roll the beads gently between my fingers, urging calm through my meditation. Today, however, there was an "Everyday with Rachael Ray" magazine at my fingertips (which I'd never seen before) and I was, don't forget, alone. There was a cover story featuring Road Trips and the best snack foods to pack in the car. "Great!" I thought, until I turned to the page featuring fajita-style roll-ups with dipping sauce, of course and vegetable and cheese shish-kebabs. I had no problem with the *highly original* homemade popcorn and frozen juice boxes, but I really thought Rach wouldn't have left me hanging. It's no problem to conjure up Doritoes and M&Ms, but without taking along a sous-chef, there must be something else on which to feast.
Any "yum-o" suggestions?
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Sweet Reminders
As previously noted, my just-turned-three-year-old, N, has been undecided on a number of things lately. Not the least of which has been her attendance at pre-school, which started a week ago today. So today, with little fanfare, I dis-enrolled her from her two morning a week pre-school class. I really appreciated everyone's comments and emails. As she is my fifth to enter school, I find myself taking a much more laid back approach to her rush to academic achievement. Last year, CB, (at the age of almost four) was barely ready to start a one hour, once-a-week class. Now, in that short span of time, she greets me brightly each morning with, "Do I have school today, Mama?"; reminding me evermore to cherish the fleeting time I have with these little ones.
Thanks, CB, I needed that.
As previously noted, my just-turned-three-year-old, N, has been undecided on a number of things lately. Not the least of which has been her attendance at pre-school, which started a week ago today. So today, with little fanfare, I dis-enrolled her from her two morning a week pre-school class. I really appreciated everyone's comments and emails. As she is my fifth to enter school, I find myself taking a much more laid back approach to her rush to academic achievement. Last year, CB, (at the age of almost four) was barely ready to start a one hour, once-a-week class. Now, in that short span of time, she greets me brightly each morning with, "Do I have school today, Mama?"; reminding me evermore to cherish the fleeting time I have with these little ones.
Thanks, CB, I needed that.
Ready to start the the day!
Share your favorite recipes...
Have you ever visited the Gooseberry Patch website or used one of their many tasty cookbooks? Well, the ladies at Gooseberry are at it again! They're already planning next year's autumn and Christmas cookbooks and they need your help! If you have a recipe (including a story about what makes the recipe near and dear to your heart) submit it here for a chance to have it included in one of the new cookbooks and (if included) to receive a free copy of the book!
Have you ever visited the Gooseberry Patch website or used one of their many tasty cookbooks? Well, the ladies at Gooseberry are at it again! They're already planning next year's autumn and Christmas cookbooks and they need your help! If you have a recipe (including a story about what makes the recipe near and dear to your heart) submit it here for a chance to have it included in one of the new cookbooks and (if included) to receive a free copy of the book!
Monday, September 17, 2007
Tomorrow
Pl*nned P*renthood will NOT be opening their doors.
Eric Scheidler writes:
St. Robert Bellarmine, pray for us!
Pl*nned P*renthood will NOT be opening their doors.
Eric Scheidler writes:
That's what we've been praying for these past 40 days, and thoseThanks to SC Mom for the heads up about the feast day of St. Robert Bellarmine, patron saint of canon lawyers, celebrated today-September 17th. A powerful intercessory for the upcoming hearing in the courts!
prayers have been answered. But the future is very uncertain. I'll
try to explain briefly.
Planned Parenthood was asking Federal District Judge Charles Norgle
to issue an injunction that would have required the City to let
them open for business WITHOUT concluding the investigation into
PP's dealings with the City.
Judge Charles Norgle listened to arguments from PP and the City for
an hour, and decided a full hearing was required.
The hearing has been set for Thursday at 10 a.m. That means that
Planned Parenthood will not open until Friday at the earliest.
One important point to keep in mind:
The question here is not whether PP can ever open. The question is
whether their opening can be DELAYED while an investigation is
concluded into the allegations raised into wether PP defrauded the
City.
That question may be settled Thursday after a full hearing.
St. Robert Bellarmine, pray for us!
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Obviously, People
High school students in CT lost a little common sense today, which for high school students (if memory serves) doesn't leave much left.
Physics teacher and stickler for attention to detail, (Units, people, UNITS!), David Couch, who had been a teacher there for 35 years, just passed away in Germany. He was scheduled to return and teach part time.
Even if you didn't attend Immaculate High School, you knew this teacher. He was the one whom freshmen feared as urban legends about him filled the hallways of the upperclassmen. He was tough-that was for certain. Whether out of fear, or perhaps out of hard work(okay, it was definitely fear); he demanded his students perform to the best of their abilities. He expected nothing less from us, nor we from him. He taught us to expect success of ourselves and of others at a time when teenage angst readily clouded most things positive.
Rest in peace, Mr. Couch. May St. Peter meet you with a truly original joke about your name.
High school students in CT lost a little common sense today, which for high school students (if memory serves) doesn't leave much left.
Physics teacher and stickler for attention to detail, (Units, people, UNITS!), David Couch, who had been a teacher there for 35 years, just passed away in Germany. He was scheduled to return and teach part time.
Even if you didn't attend Immaculate High School, you knew this teacher. He was the one whom freshmen feared as urban legends about him filled the hallways of the upperclassmen. He was tough-that was for certain. Whether out of fear, or perhaps out of hard work(okay, it was definitely fear); he demanded his students perform to the best of their abilities. He expected nothing less from us, nor we from him. He taught us to expect success of ourselves and of others at a time when teenage angst readily clouded most things positive.
Rest in peace, Mr. Couch. May St. Peter meet you with a truly original joke about your name.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Showers of Generosity
posted by guest blogger-Dawn
May I add...Way to go! Dawn and all who helped in this effort. You have spoken your faith in the loudest way possible--with hands and hearts of humble servants. May many be blessed by the work you did today in the name of Christ.
posted by guest blogger-Dawn
Wow! Where do I even begin? The Community Baby Shower was a great success! As most of you know, things move pretty quickly when it comes to the Families Against Planned Parenthood campaign so, when a friend of mine from church suggested this idea to me, I quickly passed it on. By the time we got the final “thumbs up” we had only 4 days to make this idea a reality. Yes, you read right, 4 days! But, as we know, with God all things are possible. Several women from our Mom’s Group at Holy Angels quickly volunteered their time and talents and, within 48 hours, we not only connected with the organizations who we planned on benefiting but we also had done a PR “blitz” to the local faith community and parish schools.
So, this morning as we set up empty playpens adorned with pink and blue balloons, we had no idea what kind of response we would receive. Would anyone respond to our call to help women and families in need? How many playpens would we fill? We quickly found out that the answers were YES and MANY! Here’s what the generous and caring people of our community donated with only a few days notice – 120 packs of diapers, 56 boxes of wipes, 30 baby blankets, 70 baby toiletry items, 70 outfits and onesies, 48 items of baby food and formula, 62 baby care items including bottles, pacifiers, feeding supplies, etc., as well as a crib mattress and bedding set, baby monitor, floor gym, and a $50 gift card for a local maternity clothing store! I can not tell you the gratitude of the women who were there working on behalf of the 3 organizations who will benefit from these donations. Which, by the way, are Project Gabriel, the Pregnancy Information Center , and Catholic Charities. What a blessing these items will be to so many mothers and babies!
One particularly touching moment today was when a woman who stopped by to drop off her donation said to us that she was once in need of this type of help and people reached out to her and now she wanted to donate and give back so others could be helped in the same way. You see, unlike the option of abortion, the choice of reaching out in love simply lends itself to an increase in love. It comes back around. And, unlike PP, these organizations don’t just provide a one time service and then wave you out the door. They are here to help for as long as they are needed and to provide pregnant women and new mothers with not only material assistance but with counseling support and spiritual encouragement. God bless these great people who work tirelessly to help women say “yes” to life under difficult circumstances.
So, I humbly say THANK YOU to all who gave so generously on such short notice. Today was proof that when we, those who value the sanctity of ALL human life, combine our prayers with action great things can, and do, happen. I also want to say thank you to the following people for making this baby shower possible…
May I add...Way to go! Dawn and all who helped in this effort. You have spoken your faith in the loudest way possible--with hands and hearts of humble servants. May many be blessed by the work you did today in the name of Christ.
Indecision
N decided she didn't want to go to pre-school on Thursday. There was no real *episode* so to speak. As she just turned three in July (and we were waffling about whether to send her or not) it took me only a split second to decide to keep her home that morning.
Once we were in the car, however, it seemed a much more pressing choice needed to be made.
N: Mama, when we get home, can I have my sippy cup?
Me: Sure, we'll fill it up with apple juice as soon as we get there.
N: I don't want apple juice. I want water.
Me: That's fine.
N: Why can't I have apple juice?
Me: (my patience fuse growing shorter) You can have apple juice, I just told you that. You said you wanted water.
N: Oh yeah, I doooo want water.
Me: (thinking the discussion has finally ended)Okay-water it is!
After a few fleeting moments of silence, she called out from the back seat:
N: But if I don't want water, can I have apple juice?
Sigh.
N decided she didn't want to go to pre-school on Thursday. There was no real *episode* so to speak. As she just turned three in July (and we were waffling about whether to send her or not) it took me only a split second to decide to keep her home that morning.
Once we were in the car, however, it seemed a much more pressing choice needed to be made.
N: Mama, when we get home, can I have my sippy cup?
Me: Sure, we'll fill it up with apple juice as soon as we get there.
N: I don't want apple juice. I want water.
Me: That's fine.
N: Why can't I have apple juice?
Me: (my patience fuse growing shorter) You can have apple juice, I just told you that. You said you wanted water.
N: Oh yeah, I doooo want water.
Me: (thinking the discussion has finally ended)Okay-water it is!
After a few fleeting moments of silence, she called out from the back seat:
N: But if I don't want water, can I have apple juice?
Sigh.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Pleasant surprise
After the un-pleasant surprise last night, it was so sweet to wake up to this award from Therese at Aussie Coffee Shop. Thanks, Therese! I big-red-puffy-heart your blog, too!
And to share the love...a few of my favorite daily reads...goes to:
Denise at Life in Fitzville -- great writing from another mom to many!
Becky at Wild At Heart Family -- genuinely nice, kind words spoken here--every.single.time!
Cathy at The Mouse Says -- funny, insightful, and honest. She writes just like she talks and I love her blog for it!
Jena, at Preparing for Rain -- how could I forget (must be the 6 kids or something...) but my *namemate* is a wealth of adoption ponderings and always enjoyable to read.
There are lots of others, too, but I start my day with you guys!
After the un-pleasant surprise last night, it was so sweet to wake up to this award from Therese at Aussie Coffee Shop. Thanks, Therese! I big-red-puffy-heart your blog, too!
And to share the love...a few of my favorite daily reads...goes to:
Denise at Life in Fitzville -- great writing from another mom to many!
Becky at Wild At Heart Family -- genuinely nice, kind words spoken here--every.single.time!
Cathy at The Mouse Says -- funny, insightful, and honest. She writes just like she talks and I love her blog for it!
Jena, at Preparing for Rain -- how could I forget (must be the 6 kids or something...) but my *namemate* is a wealth of adoption ponderings and always enjoyable to read.
There are lots of others, too, but I start my day with you guys!
Clinic Update
Well, Aurora's friendly new neighbor PP, is now suing the city. You can read the article here.
FYI, the disclosure in the newspaper referred to in the article, ran in the Chicago Sun Times (not the Aurora-Beacon News) which would be the paper most people in, you know, AURORA read.
Well, Aurora's friendly new neighbor PP, is now suing the city. You can read the article here.
FYI, the disclosure in the newspaper referred to in the article, ran in the Chicago Sun Times (not the Aurora-Beacon News) which would be the paper most people in, you know, AURORA read.
Tough Break
Say, for example, there was something you really, really wanted. You thought about it incessantly, maybe even went the extra mile to bring your plan to fruition. Perhaps you prayed for it-all.the.time. And then, when everything seemed to be going your way, it fell apart-in an instant.
Not that I know anything about that, but...if it was me, I might be tempted to throw the adult-sized equivalent of a toddler temper tantrum; hypothetically speaking, of course.
Of course.
So last night, when my husband called to say that after the Boy's football game they were making a detour to the Walk-In Clinic because (contrary to what they told me) it seems it IS possible to get hurt on the junior high gridiron. Later still, when the phone rang again, the conversation went as followed:
The Captain: The good news is that your trips after school are going to decrease...
Me: But...
The Captain: The bad news is the Boy actually broke his elbow. He'll be out the rest of the season.
So the Boy, after all his hard work and dedication,who was a starter for the 8th grade team-as a 7th grader, who was averaging 5 tackles per game, who practiced three nights each week and played three games per week was, in an instant, issued a seat on the sidelines. You can imagine how he must have felt. I did, or so I thought. Instead of wallowing in the blow he'd been dealt, he's making plans to attend at least one practice per week and be present to cheer on his teammates at the rest of the games. No whining, no complaining, no temper tantrums of which to speak.
Quick think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of a 150lb, 12 year old, sweaty, dirty, linebacker?
I've got one for you---graceful.
Say, for example, there was something you really, really wanted. You thought about it incessantly, maybe even went the extra mile to bring your plan to fruition. Perhaps you prayed for it-all.the.time. And then, when everything seemed to be going your way, it fell apart-in an instant.
Not that I know anything about that, but...if it was me, I might be tempted to throw the adult-sized equivalent of a toddler temper tantrum; hypothetically speaking, of course.
Of course.
So last night, when my husband called to say that after the Boy's football game they were making a detour to the Walk-In Clinic because (contrary to what they told me) it seems it IS possible to get hurt on the junior high gridiron. Later still, when the phone rang again, the conversation went as followed:
The Captain: The good news is that your trips after school are going to decrease...
Me: But...
The Captain: The bad news is the Boy actually broke his elbow. He'll be out the rest of the season.
So the Boy, after all his hard work and dedication,who was a starter for the 8th grade team-as a 7th grader, who was averaging 5 tackles per game, who practiced three nights each week and played three games per week was, in an instant, issued a seat on the sidelines. You can imagine how he must have felt. I did, or so I thought. Instead of wallowing in the blow he'd been dealt, he's making plans to attend at least one practice per week and be present to cheer on his teammates at the rest of the games. No whining, no complaining, no temper tantrums of which to speak.
Quick think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of a 150lb, 12 year old, sweaty, dirty, linebacker?
I've got one for you---graceful.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
In order to understand...
Why would I bother to write about the ongoing local struggle to keep PP out of our community? There are many reasons, some very specific to the PP organization while others are more simple and recite a soliloquy about the dignity of all life.
Having a dear friend who recently gave birth to a stillborn baby with Trisomy 18, I can see why someone might decide that termination is less of a "burden" for themselves and their spouse and children. The reality is though, as Christians, if we truly believe that God is the author of life and it is His divine will as to when a life begins and when a life ends, it is not about what we decide is a "burden". To paraphrase speaker and author Christopher West, if Grandma's suffering is a burden, we can wait for her to die a natural death or help the process along. The end result is the same thing-Dead Grandma. The same could be said about saying "goodbye early" to an unborn baby whose future may contain suffering or poor health, except in this country one is legal and one is not.
Many blessings come from the lives of children who have genetic and chromosomal abnormalities. I have another dear friend with a beautiful daughter with Down Syndrome and another a son with Down Syndrome. I don't suppose they would have chosen this "burden" for themselves, but I also can't help but wonder if, looking back now, would say, "Gee, I really wish I'd had that abortion." Another mother wrote about her "Wonderboy" here and the joy his life, while not the *norm*, has brought her and her family.
It is a grace from God for a parent and family to endure a difficult pregnancy, stillbirth or disabled child, but it is also a gift-one that we shouldn't think so flippantly about throwing away.
Just so you know where I'm coming from.
Why would I bother to write about the ongoing local struggle to keep PP out of our community? There are many reasons, some very specific to the PP organization while others are more simple and recite a soliloquy about the dignity of all life.
Having a dear friend who recently gave birth to a stillborn baby with Trisomy 18, I can see why someone might decide that termination is less of a "burden" for themselves and their spouse and children. The reality is though, as Christians, if we truly believe that God is the author of life and it is His divine will as to when a life begins and when a life ends, it is not about what we decide is a "burden". To paraphrase speaker and author Christopher West, if Grandma's suffering is a burden, we can wait for her to die a natural death or help the process along. The end result is the same thing-Dead Grandma. The same could be said about saying "goodbye early" to an unborn baby whose future may contain suffering or poor health, except in this country one is legal and one is not.
Many blessings come from the lives of children who have genetic and chromosomal abnormalities. I have another dear friend with a beautiful daughter with Down Syndrome and another a son with Down Syndrome. I don't suppose they would have chosen this "burden" for themselves, but I also can't help but wonder if, looking back now, would say, "Gee, I really wish I'd had that abortion." Another mother wrote about her "Wonderboy" here and the joy his life, while not the *norm*, has brought her and her family.
It is a grace from God for a parent and family to endure a difficult pregnancy, stillbirth or disabled child, but it is also a gift-one that we shouldn't think so flippantly about throwing away.
Just so you know where I'm coming from.
"When we consider that women are treated as property, it is degrading to women that we should treat our children as property to be disposed of as we see fit."
Elizabeth Cady Stanton, American Feminist, 1873
Source: Feminists for Life
Elizabeth Cady Stanton, American Feminist, 1873
Source: Feminists for Life
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Pro-Life Baby Shower Coming Saturday!!!
In a lukewarm attempt to show the proportion of one's pro-life stance equaling the number of children adopted, the question, "How many children have YOU adopted?" has been the mantra of the pro-life opposition. It seems the pro-abortion crowd movement has birthed a new sibling (particularly when the pro-lifer in question HAS one or more adopted children) for this question, "Why don't you spend your time and energy helping the children who are already born?" After emitting a loud sigh, I spent a few moments thinking about the protesting pro-lifers I know. Far from the "religious zealot circus freak show" label firmly in place by the PP contingent, these are just your average hard-working, concerned citizens, who when they aren't busying themselves with their protest shenanigans are:
- coordinating efforts to bring food and shelter to the people (predominantly women and children) of our community at the local shelter and food pantries
- acting as foster parents for days, weeks, months and sometimes years to care for children who, if all goes well, will be reunited with their birth family
- organizing small groups in their churches, in their neighborhoods to minister to mothers and provide support and encouragement through their childbearing and childrearing years
- adopting a child or two (or nine--Hi Mom!) in order to give the child and the birth parents a chance to become the person God calls them to be
- babysitting for young, single mothers while they finish their college or, perhaps, high school degree
- mentoring, loving, giving, donating selflessly of all the time-talents-and-treasures they have been given--rather than take the easy way out for themselves and demand that women "in trouble" have abortions to avoid having yet one other person to help
Read more about Saturday morning's "Jericho March" here and the concurrent pro-life baby shower to assist three local crisis pregnancy centers here. For more information or questions, leave a message in the comments below.
***If you are not local to the event, but would like to donate, you can do so here; and, as always, continue to pray that a culture which affirms life--in all its stages--will start right here, in Aurora, Illinois, right now.***
It's Y2K all over again!
Based on their use of the Ge'ez calendar, Ethiopia is just now celebrating the new millenium. You can read more about the celebration here.
Happy New Year!
Based on their use of the Ge'ez calendar, Ethiopia is just now celebrating the new millenium. You can read more about the celebration here.
Happy New Year!
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