Not long after my dear one and I were married we started something special. We started saying, "thank you for loving me."
My dear one's response has never changed when I say these words to him. He always tells me, "I'm never going to stop."
What a comforting reassurance especially in a world were people "fall out of love" all the time.
Unconditional love is not an easy gift to give. It takes a lot of prayer, tongue biting, flexibility and courage. How many live up to the challenge?
And yet we all have the assurance of unconditional love. All we have to do is place ourselves in the care of Jesus. When he stretched out his arms on that cross, 'I'm never going to stop loving you' was the promise He made to us.
He calls us to accept His love and His promise.
He not only gives us His unconditional love, He is our role model for giving our unconditional love to others.
Struggling in this area?
Turn to the Master. He will guide you, ever so gently, to the beauty of giving this gift.
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Sunday, August 26, 2012
Thursday, August 2, 2012
How's Your Fortitude?
Earlier this week number 2 son wanted to go see "The Dark Night Rises". He'll be 16 years old in a couple of weeks but still I was hemming and hawing. I hate violent movies!
His cousins were going (even the one with the mom who is stricter than I am).
I told him I had issues with the violence. He didn't seem deterred by it. (I will never know just how violent it is because I will never watch it.) Apparently there is more to the story than just the violence because everyone I know who has seen it has said it is fantastic.
So where does fortitude fit in? I caved. I let him go with his aunt and uncle and cousins. He thought it was wonderful. I still feel a little guilty.
I sent my sister (not the same one mentioned above) a text that said: 'So much for fortitude in the face of adversity. I hope if I ever have to defend my faith by giving up my life, that my tormentors don't pout!'
How's your fortitude? I have found out that I need to pray very hard for mine to increase. It is so important when raising children to not cave in and give them bad things because it is easier to say yes than list all the reasons why not to kids who can't or don't want to understand.
If you think of it, pray for me.
I'm sure the movie won't turn him into a bad guy. But, another choice may have made me a better mom.
His cousins were going (even the one with the mom who is stricter than I am).
I told him I had issues with the violence. He didn't seem deterred by it. (I will never know just how violent it is because I will never watch it.) Apparently there is more to the story than just the violence because everyone I know who has seen it has said it is fantastic.
So where does fortitude fit in? I caved. I let him go with his aunt and uncle and cousins. He thought it was wonderful. I still feel a little guilty.
I sent my sister (not the same one mentioned above) a text that said: 'So much for fortitude in the face of adversity. I hope if I ever have to defend my faith by giving up my life, that my tormentors don't pout!'
How's your fortitude? I have found out that I need to pray very hard for mine to increase. It is so important when raising children to not cave in and give them bad things because it is easier to say yes than list all the reasons why not to kids who can't or don't want to understand.
If you think of it, pray for me.
I'm sure the movie won't turn him into a bad guy. But, another choice may have made me a better mom.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
"I Can Do All Things. . ."
A trip to the doctor showed that my cholesterol was creeping a bit too high. This was also a pretty lazy winter, despite the pretty nice weather we had (or maybe because of it!)
I got tired of sitting around waiting for something to change. I said to my dear one, one day, "If I don't start moving, I'm going to die. "
The next day we joined the gym. It has been six weeks of progressively more intense (not that lifting 30 pounds is all that intense but I'm getting there), more sweat producing workouts. We go three days a week.
Depending on the day I work abs and arms or legs. I always do cardio.
So far I've lost 6 pounds, and a couple of inches. I feel so much better. Not a day goes by when I don't do some extra physical activity just because it's starting to feel so great (and, because then I can eat more!!) Mostly I ride my bike to run errands.
My goal is to ride my bike to my sister's house in Westland. (I already know I can make it to Target and back :) ).
I still have to go get my cholesterol rechecked but I'm pretty sure I'll like the results.
I do my workouts for God's glory. If not for Him, I would be a lazy pile of mush. He helps me push myself to take care of His gift that is my body.
I got tired of sitting around waiting for something to change. I said to my dear one, one day, "If I don't start moving, I'm going to die. "
The next day we joined the gym. It has been six weeks of progressively more intense (not that lifting 30 pounds is all that intense but I'm getting there), more sweat producing workouts. We go three days a week.
Depending on the day I work abs and arms or legs. I always do cardio.
So far I've lost 6 pounds, and a couple of inches. I feel so much better. Not a day goes by when I don't do some extra physical activity just because it's starting to feel so great (and, because then I can eat more!!) Mostly I ride my bike to run errands.
My goal is to ride my bike to my sister's house in Westland. (I already know I can make it to Target and back :) ).
I still have to go get my cholesterol rechecked but I'm pretty sure I'll like the results.
I do my workouts for God's glory. If not for Him, I would be a lazy pile of mush. He helps me push myself to take care of His gift that is my body.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Corpus Christi
Sunday June 10, 2012. The feast of the Body and Blood of our Lord Jesus Christ. We Catholics are blessed, every day if we choose, to receive the Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity of Jesus in the Eucharist. Every day there is a Host, Jesus, waiting for us.
Our visiting priest who, on his last day in our parish after two years with us while he attended school, gave a homily on the Body of Christ.
It moved me and so I, once again, share his words with you.
Our culture has become addicted to the passing beautiful. Beautiful people on magazine covers and in movies. Beautiful cars in new and fancy colors. Beautiful homes with beautiful furnishings etc.
He reminded us that America brought about the first super market. You can find everything you want to eat in a super market. Colors and textures abound and it is all displayed 'beautifully' so as to entice the shopper to purchase this or that item.
But is there lasting beauty in these things?
He then talked about the Eucharist:
It comes in one shape: round.
It comes in one color: white.
It comes in one size: small.
It comes in one flavor: bland.
But, oh, what a gift we have been given by Christ in this round, white, small, bland Host.
Jesus, Himself.
A lasting gift to the world for all who have been called to the table. (That is, all of us!)
And what beauty awaits those who partake, for Jesus assures us, "He who feeds on my flesh and drinks my blood has life eternal." John 6:54
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