tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69813795531468412252011-12-18T11:44:57.961-06:00Thoughts on faith, life, love, and everything in between!giveustodayourdailybloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10299408008086256846noreply@blogger.comBlogger431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981379553146841225.post-23076194439994775642011-05-06T10:39:00.000-05:002011-05-06T10:39:16.481-05:00

You're Blessed 1-2 When Jesus saw his ministry drawing huge crowds, he climbed a hillside. Those who were apprenticed to him, the committed, climbed with him. Arriving at a quiet place, he sat down and taught his climbing companions. This is what he said:  3"You're blessed when you're at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule.  4"You're blessed when you feel

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Today, for some wierd reason, I have that Avril song in my head.  I haven't heard it in a while, but as I watched the video, I actually felt that now more than ever, I was the girl in the video.  Years ago when it was one of my favorite songs, I felt like the girl in the video was just another nobody to me.  Sad and tragic and lonely, but I would never feel as low as she did.  And did I even care

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Last night I had a dream.  It was so real that I wished I really was there.   I had a dream that my oldest brother and my mother in law had a chance to come back to earth for just one day.  With dreams, you never know how you know things to be true, but you just do.  All of a sudden I was in the Cathedral (Vancouver) for something really big and special and I found the section where the rest of

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In the six weeks since my last post, I was tempted to call it a day and quit writing for a while.  There was no massive desire or anything inspiring stirring inside of me that I wanted to share with the rest of the world.  There was only the usual life issues to deal with and trying to recover the last two weeks from the flu/stomach flu/bronchitis/tonsilitis/laryngitis....yet again. I called one

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I was sitting here thinking that I should write again, but nothing whatsoever was coming to me all day and I was getting frustrated and ticked off.  Then the word love came to me and my thought was: Do I really love myself?  I mean, I know I struggle with depression and cringe when I think about the way I see myself lately.  And the fact that people I know are reading this and I have to stop

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Oh, that blessed day that took my faults and darkness away The death of my Lord and God on that dark and silent day You knew exactly what it would cost But you never hesitated to save the lost For the love of all men runs through your blood Sinners are your friends as I am one you love But sometimes I wonder what you see worth saving in me Because I am so human and I desperately struggle to

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From Luke 15 in my own words... There once was a man that owned his own farm in Manitoba and had worked very hard his whole life to carry on the family business that his father had left him.  He had just retired last year and over the years had accumulated quite a lot of money and good investments, not to mention a house worth $2.5 million, 4 cars, butlers and maids, and complimentary trips and

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Psalm 42 (New International Version)     As the deer pants for streams of water,     so my soul pants for you, O God. 2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.        When can I go and meet with God?  3 My tears have been my food        day and night,        while men say to me all day long,        "Where is your God?"  4 These things I remember        as I pour out my soul:        how I

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I thought today would be perfect to re-post one of my very first blog entries as it's the gospel reading for today.  "Depart from me Lord, for I am a sinful man..."    "Do not be afraid; from now on you will be catching men..." http://thenewmaria.blogspot.com/2009/09/lesson-on-fishing-and-work-from-one-who.html It also made me think about my very first blog entry (below) as today the priest was

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I have to say that it has been a rough last two months (to really put it quite mildly) and there were some bad situations that increased and piled up so much that I thought my husband and I were actually going to crack and go clinically insane.  No, for real, I am not kidding...Then all of a sudden, something happened that really shocked me and made me stop in my tracks (in a good way), even

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We all have a right to our own opinions and ideas about God, church, and faith, so here are a few of mine that I have kept to myself for just too long.  You gotta be true to yourself and honestly I am just trying to express my heart and my hurts. 1.  I am so SICK AND TIRED of other Christians that think Catholics are the Anti-christ or evil or hypocrites. I am sorry for any of you that have had

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Some totally random Sunday bible thoughts for you, as I can't think of anything to write of my own; just yet... 1 John 1 (The Message Bible) 1-2From the very first day, we were there, taking it all in—we heard it with our own ears, saw it with our own eyes, verified it with our own hands. The Word of Life appeared right before our eyes; we saw it happen! And now we're telling you in most sober

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Knowing my posts, you are either thinking, what the heck?  These things just don't go together! or Hmmm, she sure has such wierd titles sometimes, I wonder what this one will be about? One of my favorite stories as a kid was Cinderella, and then it became one of my favorite Disney movies later on and even after I got married, for many reasons. When I was a kid I read and read and read so much,

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First I thought about love, then I thought about bible quotes, then I thought about the ones about HOPE, which are really a trillion.  I thought I would just sum it up by one of my favorite psalms in the bible. I put a version from the Message bible and the other from one of my regular bibles, for the language I am used to and go mainly by.  Both just different ways of thinking.  I like old and

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This one really encouraged me.... http://gregorynsmith.blogspot.com/2010/01/baptism-of-lord-opening-our-christmas.html

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Seeing as I never really made any New Year's resolutions this year, being sick and in bed for the past week, I decided to make a random list instead.  A list of a few of my favorite things.  Like Julie Andrews, but better because they come from a real person and not a tv character with a bowl hair cut that got kicked out of the convent (but my favorite movie none the less).  Yes, you could say

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Well, after I got back to Manitoba from my father's funeral (last post) it felt strange.  Like I was leaving him and everyone else behind again, even though I know where my place is.  Back to the same room where I got the news, just staring at the walls, feeling numb to the whole world, with no purpose for anything, even taking showers and eating.  I mean for me that is strange too, as I love to

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Since my father passed away suddenly Nov. 25th, nothing has been the same.  I always thought myself emotionally and mentally able to handle a lot, and even though my faith seems more solid in certain ways, it has really tested everything I have ever felt.  I could go on about how it changes your very self, and even though death is inevitable, it has truly and really made me understand what

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It has been sooooo long since I posted, but I am happy to report that in 12 hours I will be back home in Manitoba to be with my husband again after 3 and a half months of visiting in BC.  There is going to be some good stuff for sure that I will be writing; no doubt about that...Hmmmm, I smell more adventures! I will be back to my usual routine of writing amid my going back to a completely new

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Didn't write about thanksgiving day (although had a good one with my family) as then the rest of the week was not too thanksgiving-ish and I just got too depressed-ish.  Earlier in the week, a cousin in the family lost her unborn baby and then the funeral day was the 2nd anniversary of my oldest brother's passing (see Oct 9th posting.)  One thing happened one after another, because when it rains

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I am so much like that cartoon.  Anything remotely connected to technology is so irresistible to me.  That's just the way my brothers and I are and surprisingly my 73 year old mother too.  She had bought herself a cell phone (camera phone) and operated it perfectly, never having used anything like that in her life and never even reading the manual.  I also like to figure out how things work and

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Exactly 2 years ago Saturday, my oldest brother passed away.  I will never forget it because I was in our apartment in Winnipeg in the wee hours of the morning (something like 3:30 am there.)  I had been feeling sick in the middle of the night, taken too much advil (and discovered I am allergic to it) and finishing an almost fainting spell and throwing up.  Shortly after, the phone rang. No call

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Lately, I have been a tad impatient and restless, thinking of the fact that I have been in Langley 2 months on this visit.  It's not that I don't love being with my family (because it's awesome and when am I ever going to get a chance this long ever again?), but I miss my (our) own place and Manitoba for some retarded reason.  Of course, most importantly I miss my husband and joke about the fact

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Italy is dear to me, not only because it is part of my beautiful family heritage, but because of Rome and  early church history.  I've never had a chance to go, but there have been many people of other countries, faiths, and religions who have gone and absolutely loved it.  I've never heard of anyone going and hating it.  No, it seems to change the way you look at life. One thing about Italians

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Sometimes I really struggle with myself.  The self and inner part of me that perhaps no one knows.  The selfish me, the dark me, the horrible hypocrite that I never show to the rest of the world.  We all have our hidden selves. It is the part of me that only God sees and forgives and loves 24/7 and yet I still hate how very ungodly it makes me.  To confront it and admit it though is very healing

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Ha; that got you!  And not for the faint-hearted. "Oh, there she is writing about "religion" or Jesus again..."  (By the way, I don't bare my soul like this at parties or sporting events, you know.)  Some people get mad when you talk about God or Jesus and want to hear none of it, yet they believe in seeing their loved ones in heaven, or believe in God somewhat, and maybe even go to church

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There are many theories behind dreams, but regardless, I had a crappy one last night!  All I remember was that I was around some people I went to high school with and I was casually walking around to say hi but I started to be short of breath and felt like I was having an asthma attack.  That and a combo of something stuck in my throat.  WELL.  I woke up with my heart racing and feeling a little

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I have just been in such a reading and researching mode in terms of my faith and history and so here are some good quotes I found from the early church leaders... St. Augustine (354 a.d) Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending. You plan a tower that will pierce the clouds? Lay first the foundation of humility. God loves each of us as if there were only one of us. I have read in Plato and

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James 2:14-18 - The Message Bible - (Gospel from last week that I wanted to write on.)  14-17Dear friends, do you think you'll get anywhere in this if you learn all the right words but never do anything? Does merely talking about faith indicate that a person really has it? For instance, you come upon an old friend dressed in rags and half-starved and say, "Good morning, friend! Be clothed in

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    Funny Stuff:  A little girl watched her mother slaving all day in preparing for a dinner party.  That night, seated at the large table filled with many guests, her mother asked her to say grace. When the child protested she didn’t know a grace, her mother said sharply, “Well, just say a prayer you have heard me say.”          After a moment of silence, the little girl said, “Dear Lord, why

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Not gonna make you rich, famous, popular, successful, beautiful, or even well liked at all.  (Like the people that only knew me as a girl that went to church every Sunday---they called me a bible-thumper and thought I was a wierdo and that was in my stage when I never even talked about God or anything religious whatsoever.  I thought that was wierd as I was trying pretty much everything to get

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Why are some people a lot nicer and kinder when they are sick or vulnerable? Why are some people a lot nicer and kinder when they are in the middle of trouble or poverty; everything is stripped away and they are vulnerable.  They have to give up at least a bit of the control and pride they so tightly cling to. "I don't need anyone" or "Don't tell me what to do." Why does it take near death or

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My facebook notes pay tribute to a great man, Alex Pollock.  It dawned on me why the funeral was so beautiful... -You knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt, this man lived his faith with every fibre of his being.  Faith, hope, and love just filled this man so completely that you could not be around him and get nothing.  He had a song and dance always ready instead of just a hello and his being at

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I don't even know where that quote comes from but it seems so true.  I used to say it in high school (but never said it like I believed it) trying to convince myself that I would survive, along with my motto "black is my soul"...High school was my own hell but that is another blog.  Thank God I made it is all I can say... When the storms of life happen, you think I can't make it through, I just

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Busy today with appointments, so here is a really cool translation of today's gospel (Luke 6:20 etc.)  I added many verses after as it all looked good and I never heard it like this ever.  ***This is from "The Message" Bible*** "You're blessed when you've lost it all. God's kingdom is there for the finding. You're blessed when you're ravenously hungry. Then you're ready for the Messianic meal.

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Early Christians celebrated today as the birthday of Mary, the Mother of God, as early as the 5th century and even in Islam's holy book, the Koran, Mary's (Maryam's) story is in 2 chapters.  Allah, through an angel, declares Maryam "pure" and "exalted above all women," chosen to bear the prophet Jesus. She conceives simply by Allah's decree.  Woah.  Talk about learning something every day. Some

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Ma went back to the recovery/hospital tonight (really because of her eyes) and it is too quiet here already (although I do like watching animal planet and the sham wow info-mercials with my Pa; oh and the one for the vibrating dr. ho belt that instantly shreds your body fat by shocking and electricuting it away.) Just pray for her eyes.  They have been so red and sore for over a month; first one

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Nice day with my ma as she is home for today and tommorow as we say on good behaviour out on parole.  Amazed at how fast she is walking now as she ran to the communion line without any assistance at all and left her walker at the hospital.  Would be home already except for her eyes which are now still both so very red, despite every type of exam, drops, antibiotic.  She says well, she is still

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Well, just not feeling so jazzed up in the afternoon, but wanted to write anyhow and then felt better as I focused on a good part of my day. Plus, my followers would be oh so disapointed to miss a day of my oh so interesting life. Had a good morning at church again and amazed at how many people are still welcoming me back so warmly as most of this bunch had not seen me in 5 years.  It was just

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Pondering marriage today as husband's best buddy getting married today and it is one of the weddings that I actually wish I was at.  Especially since we have been in different cities for a while and we were both recently reconciled back together and stronger than ever.  Even though it was part of the toughest journey that we have ever gone through, we have learnt so much and grown as individuals

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Luke 5: 1-11 ---- While the crowd was pressing in on Jesus and listening to the word of God, he was standing by the Lake of Gennesaret. He saw two boats there alongside the lake; the fishermen had disembarked and were washing their nets. Getting into one of the boats, the one belonging to Simon,he asked him to put out a short distance from the shore. Then he sat down and taught the crowds from

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Nowadays our society thinks that "poor"is a generic mp3 player instead of an ipod, the same shirt bought at a discount chain instead of a brand boutique, a $600 laptop instead of a $2000 one, living in a basement suite instead of a big house, etc... I notice too that either there are a lot of rich people or a lot of people that seem rich to me because of their massive credit cards and loans,

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http://clcbc.org/clinic/whsc1.html Old article link from newspaper, but even then the numbers are freakin' scary. I was born sickly at 7 months to 40 yr old parents who never had enough money and still so many struggles, like illnesses and job issues. If we 4 kids could grow up to love them back and stick together, than anyone can.  You know what we learnt?  That money is not what life is all

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