A Vincentian priest gave spoke at all our masses this weekend. He taught at De Paul University until he was 74. Then, when many would be retiring, he asked to be sent to Kenya to do missionary work. I was incredulous when he told his story. He was so full of life and any listener could tell that he loved what he was doing there. I tried to imagine myself deliberately going to someplace so remote, dangerous, primitive in many ways (often no electricity) at ANY age, let alone 74! I have been thinking about him all day … the joy he exuded, his courage and conviction, his fearlessness….and his incredible dedication to the people of Kenya. What a difference this man has made around the world.
At almost 87 Father has returned to teach theology at DePaul. How blessed his students will be to have him as their teacher. An amazing man……………………………..
I think each one of us "teaches" in our own ways… as educators, as parents, as Christians, BUddhists, Jews….in whatever faith we embrace and wherever our journeys take us. Each one of you has made a difference in the world. I encourage you to think about that every day, to acknowledge your own giftedness and the way it touches the world around you.
I attended a memorial service for a wonderful man today. The man and his wife enjoyed over 50 years of marriage, many children, grandchildren and a very new great grandson. It brought to mind how many times I have heard about one person dying and a new life being born into the family within days/weeks of the death of the loved one. I can't help but wonder if the soul of the deceased has somehow connected with the new life. For this family the child brought a feeling of hope and the reminder that life continues.
I wish each of you hope with each new day...and the reminder that you are loved.
Our first granddaughter, Molly, was born eleven years ago and our lives have been soooooo much richer and more wonderful since that day. She awoke this morning to the sound of her new surprise (ok, not so surprising) phone ringing. She and I went out for breakfast this morning and she showed me all the intricacies of her new phone….and added a few things for my phone.
It has been incredible to watch this sweet little one develop into an adolescent. Molly radiates light and laughter, happiness, exuberance, and a sweet spirit. She seems to love being on stage….a budding actress, I'm sure. This year she will begin junior high…..6th grade! Molly is easy to love and fun to be with. I'm grateful for all the precious moments we have shared together.
Love u, Molly!
Once again we lost power last night!!! Luckily it was restored at 11 this am. But u know, I mean SERIOUSLY, what the heck is it all about, Alfie??? It's amazing what happens to our inner sync (for lack of a better way to put it) when the barometric pressures rises and falls. I walked around all day feeling as if I'd been hit by a truck….swam this morning, which was the best part of the day…..when you're in the water, that dip and rise doesn't matter. BUT get out of the pool, shower and get ready for the day and BAM! Inside my head I kept hearing "but I DID sleep last night…..hmmm, or did I?" Well, the good news is tomorrow's another day, and, hopefully it will be a better one.
Actually, it will be because it is our granddaughter, Molly's 11th birthday!
Ok, so you may think I'm a bit daft, but at this point this summer with the horrific weather we've had, and tornado warnings out again, I think I would rather have snow to contend with! The picture at the left is Jim last winter when we got a ton of snow. When this evening's tornado warnings came on for numerous counties (ours being one of them, of course), I couldn't help but think back to the winter blizzard(s). I'm sending up mega Angel Alerts tonight that we are all safe and that the tornados do not appear. It's times like these when I wish we lived in a condo!!!!
My hope for you is that your homes are safe, dry and intact....that all your loved ones are safe....that you will find restful slumber this evening.....and (as Annie sang) that "the sun will come out tomorrow." Blessings and love.........
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It has been decades since we got any water in our basement….and then it was due to a faulty window well. But what happened in the wee hours yesterday morning was awful for so many people. It is so disheartening to look at the mess and know you have to tackle it immediately. For Jim and I that was at 3:30 am when we realized water had just started coming in. I feel badly for the garbage men tomorrow and all week. It is mind boggling that this could happen with the "wonderful" deep tunnel project. Yup, we're thinking somebody did not open or close a valve somewhere.
I am grateful, though, that we did not lose more than we (Jim would roll his eyes at that since his 60 inch TV is gone…..entire circuit system was in water) did and also that Jim and I were doing it together. I couldn't help but think of people who are alone and contending with such a disaster.
Hoping and praying you are all safe. Blessings…….
If my grandmother (Nama) were alive, she would be 108 years old!! She and I were girlfriends and she would tell me things she never told her daughters (my mom and my aunt). Mostly I remember her laugh, especially when we tried to get her to say tongue twisters....like rubber buggy bumpers ....which would inevitably come out "bubby gubber bunkers" or "rubby bubby bunkers." She always thought she was saying it the correct way at first, then would shake her head and try again. We all laughed so hard we cried.
My grandmother was the epitomy of femininity. Up until the time she died at 74, she wore high heels, lovely jewelry to match her outfits..."dressed to the nines" .....and, she always always smelled heavenly. She would mix perfumes to arrive at the perfect scent....never overdoing it. My grandmother worked to the age of 72 when her bosses realized she was 72, not 62! Broke her heart. A year later she was diagnosed with lung cancer, and in March of 1978 her little body succumbed to the disease.
I learned so much from Nama...about faith, love, strength, perseverance, wisdom, humor, and living while dying. I was so blessed to have the relationship I had with her. I'm sometimes told that she and I are very similar. I'm sure that makes her smile. I still see her ....red wig on, cigarette in hand, cooking the Thanksgiving turkey (no, those aren't the similarities I mean ;).
My life is richer because of her....love you and miss you, Nama.
I have been listening to The Help on tape....4 women are the narrators, which makes it all so much more real. It's a wonderful story, albeit sad, but seems like a true depiction of the lives of the African American maids during the time of Martin Luther King. While it is listed as fiction, it is so real and, I'm sure, true. With every chapter I hear I think of, and wonder, how these women were able to deal with the horrible ways they were treated. But then, they needed their jobs to survive, so they had to swallow their pride. I keep thinking what it would have been like to live then. Somehow I cannot imagine my mom having "servants" and treating them with such crude hostility, all the while making it look as if she was doing them a favor by ALLOWING them to raise their kids, cook their meals, iron their sheets, etc.
Give someone a hug today. Blessings and love
I had the joy of being assigned to the mother baby unit at the hospital this morning in the capacity of offering Eucharist and Presence to the patients. As I entered one of the rooms I was delighted to see that the little baby was also present. Looking at that sweet little boy so many thoughts ran through my mind...
*Such tiny hands, little fingers ..... what will those hands touch throughout his life? What will they build?
*A sweet rosebud mouth ..... what will his first words be?
*Sleepy eyes ..... what will it be like when those eyes see their first rainbow?
*Little feet .... how many miles will those feet walk throughout his life?
Ah, yes, there is nothing quite like seeing new life, so fresh, barely 24 hours old.....silently I prayed his life would be a wonderful one, surrounded by angels, and always knowing how much he is loved.
Rusty married her high school sweetheart, Jim. They have four children and seven adorable