How blessed I am to be married to this wonderful guy. I knew the first time I met him that I wanted to marry him….and I was only 16; he was 18. Who knew that a teenage girl's wish would be granted?! I really think that for some there is only one person in the world to share life with. This is how I have always felt about Jim. I love this man like no other….and what's not to love??! A wonderful husband, loving father and doting grandfather/papa (he is so proud of these seven little blessings).
A message up to heaven to Jim's mom and dad…..thank you for having this man, for raising him with love and respect, which he, in turn, has done for his own. Thank you for providing him with the ability to believe in himself always. Thank you for the groundwork you laid for faith, unconditional love, tenderness, selflessness….and so much more.
I will love you forever and a day, Jim…….thank you for always treating me as if I am a queen, for encouraging me, supporting me in times of personal struggles……you are the wind beneath my wings (no matter how corny that sounds!!!)!
The title "art" of self acceptance probably sounds strange….I mean, how can that be an art???? Yet, I'm beginning to believe it is just that. One of the most difficult things for me is self acceptance. In times when I err, when I feel I am being unkind, when I don't sing as well as I expect myself to, it's an uphill battle. Such was the case recently when I had the privilege of singing for a funeral. I truly botched one of the songs, and I still feel sick to my stomach. Was it deliberate? Of course not! Was it for lack of preparation? No! Was it out of not caring? Absolutely not!
In fact, whenever I sing, and esp for funerals, I am so conscious of lifting the family up in prayer as I sing. It's very easy for me to fall into the pit of finding fault with myself. I pray daily for ways to go around this.
"Lord, help me to develop the 'art' of self acceptance. Help me to remember that life is made up of more than innocent mistakes. Help me to humbly accept my humanness."
As I was driving home this afternoon the thought came to me to stop at the Carmelite Monastery in Des Plaines and visit the chapel. If you have never been there and you live in the area, it's a wonderful place to be still. When you enter the monastery a voice comes out from a curtained area and wishes the visitor "Deo Gratia." It's one of the sisters and because they are a cloistered order, they cannot be seen.The chapel is very austere… plain wooden pews, a simple altar with the crucified cross above it and a single banner. Nothing mars the beauty of the simplicity.
The monastery is one of those rare places where I can "hear" the silence. When I leave, I always feel as if I have been wrapped in love….and peace.
Do you have a place where you can hear the stillness?
Take time to just be?
The serenity it gives is indescribable.
October is dedicated to Domestic Violence Awareness. Statistics show that 1 in 4 people are victims or have been victims of domestic abuse. Quite often the victim thinks they are the cause of the abuser's rage. If you suspect that someone you care about is being abused, take the risks and ASK THE HARD QUESTIONS. Most victims will deny it, fearful of repercussions from the abuser, or afraid to have the abuser prosecuted. They feel trapped. Victims need to know they have the support of others who will advocate for them. You may be saving their life.
I love this feast day! I can just see a heaven full of guardian angels singing and dancing. Oh, but to hear and see them! In my mind I picture them all…and I hear the whoosh of their wings and feel their presence. Yet how many must there be? I don't think we have a number large enough. Someday we will meet our personal angel(s). What a glorious moment that will be.
Rusty married her high school sweetheart, Jim. They have four children and seven adorable