The Soul’s Desire

“I have shown you, dearest daughter, that in this life guilt is not atoned for by any suffering simply as suffering, but rather by suffering borne with desire, love, and contrition of heart.  The value is not in the suffering but in the soul’s desire. Likewise, neither desire nor any other virtue has value or life except through my only-begotten Son, Christ crucified, since the soul has drawn love from him and in virtue follows his footsteps.  In this way and in no other is suffering of value. “

Source:  Catherine of Siena, The Dialogue

“Paradise regained – to walk in the garden, naked, unashamed, hand and hand with God just as He intended.”  Source:  Patty Palmer, OFS

Prayer to the Sacred Heart of Jesus

O most Sacred Heart of Jesus, fountain of every blessing, I adore you, I love you and with true sorrow for my sins, I offer You this poor heart of mine.  Make me humble, patient, pure and wholly obedient to Your will.  Grant, good Jesus, that I may live in You and for You.

Protect me in the midst of danger, comfort me in my afflictions, give me health of body, assistance in my temporal needs, Your blessing on all that I do, and the grace of a holy death.  Amen.

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“[Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”   Leave a comment

This was my mother.

Yesterday was the anniversary of Mama’s death. She was Juanita Warren Landreth, born June 3, 1916, and died December 11, 2006.

For her funeral we had a handout in her honor with the following story inside:

A LITTLE PARABLE ABOUT MOTHERS

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. “Is the way long?” she asked. And the guide said: “Yes, And the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning”.

But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed with them in the clear streams; and the young mother cried, “Nothing will ever be lovelier than this”.

Then night came, and storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, “Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come”. And the mother said: “This is better than the brightness of day, for I have taught my children courage.”

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary, but at all times she said to the children, “A little patience and we are there”. So the children climbed and when they reached the top they said, “Mother, we would not have done it without you”.

And the mother, when she lay down that night, looked up at the stars and said: ” This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today I have given them strength.”

And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth – clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: ” Look up, Lift your eyes to the light”. And the children looked and saw above the clouds of Everlasting Glory, and it guided them and brought them beyond darkness. And that night the mother said, “This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God”.

And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old, and was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was hard, they helped their mother; and when the way was rough, they lifted her; for she was as light as a feather, and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.

And the mother said: “I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know that the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them”. And the children said, “You always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.”

And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: “We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence”.

-Temple Bailey

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Posted December 13, 2017 by ouidaofs in Family, Love

“Loneliness” – The Greatest Suffering?   Leave a comment

“Loneliness” – The Greatest Suffering?
“As far as I am concerned, the greatest suffering is to feel alone, unwanted, unloved. The greatest suffering is also having no one, forgetting what an intimate, truly human relationship is, not knowing what it means to be loved, not having a family or friends.” “Loneliness is the world’s biggest problem; more people die from loneliness than from cancer, heart disease, and all the plagues that kill people in the world.”
-Mother Teresa

 

Posted July 31, 2017 by ouidaofs in Loneliness, Suffering

Prayer of Bl. John Henry Cardinal Newman   Leave a comment

“My God, you know infinitely better than I how little I love you. I would not love you at all except for your grace. It is your grace that has opened the eyes of my mind and enabled them to see your glory. It is your grace that has touched my heart and brought upon it the influence of what is so wonderfully beautiful and fair . . . O my God, whatever is nearer to me than you, things of this earth, and things more naturally pleasing to me, will be sure to interrupt the sight of you, unless your grace interferes. Keep my eyes, my ears, my heart from any such miserable tyranny. Break my bonds—raise my heart. Keep my whole being fixed on you. Let me never lose sight of you; and, while I gaze on you, let my love of you grow more and more everyday.”

— Bl. John Henry Cardinal Newman

Posted June 15, 2017 by ouidaofs in Prayer

The Peace of Wild Things   Leave a comment

Posted June 15, 2017 by ouidaofs in Peace, Prayer, Uncategorized

A TALE OF TWO TREES   Leave a comment

            In the fall of 2015 I planted two very small trees in my yard –  a red crepe myrtle and a vitex or chaste tree –  and was so excited for what would be in the spring.  Shortly after, the cows got into my yard during the night and chewed on the chaste tree and trampled it until there was only a nub remaining.  I was so upset, but then the next spring, I could see life in the little nub.  Sprouts of new growth appeared, and that summer there were blooms and bees.  It is now the spring of 2017, and I checked on the chaste tree this morning.  It is healthy and continues to grow.  I know it is going to be a beautiful tree.

Vitex or Chaste Tree

The red crepe myrtle also was healthy and growing the spring of 2016.

Then construction began late that year on my new house.  Towards the end of construction in 2017, a big truck backed into my yard for a delivery and ran over the red crepe myrtle, ripping off tender little limbs.  I checked on it this morning, and the story is the same as the chaste tree.  There is new life, and this tree also will be fine, perhaps better than before.

 

Jesus reminds me this morning that we too must be rooted and grounded in God’s love, receiving his love and returning love and adoration to him.  If we would but do this then, no matter what sorrows and tragedies we may experience, this love of receiving and returning will heal and restore us to new life.  We are able to overcome all things in full knowledge that God is in us and we are in Him. Also, acts of mercy will flow from our hearts spontaneously.  As a Franciscan, I believe it is so important to BE before we try to DO.

For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named, that he may grant you in accord with the riches of his glory to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in the inner self, and that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the holy ones what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, so that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.

Now to him who is able to accomplish far more than all we ask or imagine, by the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.  Ephesians 3:14-21.

Posted April 11, 2017 by ouidaofs in Love, Prayer

Africa   Leave a comment

 

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She’s coming in, 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say, “Hurry boy, it’s waiting there for you”
It’s gonna take a lot to take me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless, longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what’s right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become
It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
Hurry boy, she’s waiting there for you
It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
(I bless the rain)
I bless the rains down in Africa
(I bless the rain)
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
(Ah, gonna take the time)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
Africa lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Posted March 20, 2017 by ouidaofs in Love

On Aging   Leave a comment

When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself.
Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me!
Hold! Stop your sympathy!
Understanding if you got it,
Otherwise I’ll do without it!
When my bones are stiff and aching,
And my feet won’t climb the stair,
I will only ask one favor:
Don’t bring me no rocking chair.
When you see me walking, stumbling,
Don’t study and get it wrong.
‘Cause tired don’t mean lazy
And every goodbye ain’t gone.
I’m the same person I was back then,
A little less hair, a little less chin,
A lot less lungs and much less wind.
But ain’t I lucky I can still breathe in.

SOURCE:  Maya Angelou, Author

Posted March 12, 2017 by ouidaofs in Maya Angelou

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