The direct line

I am terrible – the absolute worst – about keeping in touch with people. 

This is why I have Facebook and Twitter. I can easily see what they’re up to and not sound like a total idiot sometimes.

But sometimes I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be telepathic over a distance. To be able to chat on and off throughout the day without having to type on a phone or computer. Or to call someone.

That’s the great thing about God. He’s always there and I can talk to him without need for a computer or a phone. Or, going old school, without writing a letter.

God is always there. It’s as simple as thinking “Hey God, what’s up?”.

Some religions believe(d) for their (G/g)od to listen to them or do something for them, they need to make sacrifices.

My favorite example: modern day prosperity gospel. They tell you to give of your money, and God will bless you abundantly! But where is that money going? Hmm…

We know better. God is here for us. He hears us because he loves us. He answers our prayers in due time because he loves us. (Remember though: sometimes that answer is no.)

Nevertheless, isn’t it great having a direct line?


A Thought

Sometimes, what you want to do isn’t what God wants you to do.heart

Sometimes, what you know how to do isn’t what God is going to use you for.

Sometimes, what you love the most, God grows into a love that you can’t contain.

Letting Go

I hate you.

I hate the way you still haunt my dreams.

I hate the way songs make me think of you.

Yes, I still dream of you sometimes.

I dream of the what could have beens.

I dream of dancing.

Of kisses.

Of you driving me crazy.

And while my heart cries from all the love I have for you that you’ll never know.

My soul sings for joy for the things 

You don’t know.

I don’t know.

We don’t know.

My soul sings for the joy.

The joy of a lover who knows me.

Who knows my thoughts.

Who knows my flaws.

Who knows my hopes and dreams.

So while you may haunt my dreams –

You and the what could have beens –

My Soul belongs to another.

And so now, too, my heart.

A Reflection

As Jesus was setting out on a journey, a man ran up,
knelt down before him, and asked him,
“Good teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?”
Jesus answered him, “Why do you call me good?
No one is good but God alone.
You know the commandments: You shall not kill;
you shall not commit adultery;
you shall not steal;
you shall not bear false witness;
you shall not defraud;
honor your father and your mother
He replied and said to him,

“Teacher, all of these I have observed from my youth.”
Jesus, looking at him, loved him and said to him,
“You are lacking in one thing.
Go, sell what you have, and give to the poor
and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me.”
At that statement his face fell,
and he went away sad, for he had many possessions.

Jesus looked around and said to his disciples,
“How hard it is for those who have wealth
to enter the kingdom of God!”

The disciples were amazed at his words.
So Jesus again said to them in reply,
“Children, how hard it is to enter the kingdom of God!
It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle
than for one who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.”
They were exceedingly astonished and said among themselves,
“Then who can be saved?”
Jesus looked at them and said,
“For human beings it is impossible, but not for God.
All things are possible for God.” – Mark 10:17-27


I often have dreams about riding through the woods, living as a survivalist.  I have a horse, which carries me and some gear, and a mule, which carries more gear.

I’m a missionary, a sister, and on the mule are books and other religious knick knacks to distribute to a remote village.

It’s something that might still be done in remote regions of the world. Not in the U.S.

How often I wish I could get rid of all my stuff, go live this life I dream. But it can’t happen yet.

So what can I do?

I try to buy only what is needed. I can carry bottles of water and granola bars to hand out to the homeless when I see them. And I can pray for the day I’m able to rid myself of all the things I have but don’t need.


Churches of NOLA

These are some pics of some of the pretty churches I’ve visited so far. One church per slideshow.

monastery of the poor clares – audubon area


st. alphonsus church (& museum) in the irish channel

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our lady of guadalupe church and international shrine of st. jude (rampart street)

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I’ll put more pics up as I visit more churches in the NOLA area. I plan to visit the Greek Orthodox church as well as the Benedictine monastery. Also want to go back to the Old Ursuline Convent.

PLUS I’m going to take a trip down Hwy 90 in Mississippi one of these days… Lots of churches down that way.



So much change in the past few weeks.

I’ve moved back home and I’m continuing finding a job I like from here.

(Say some prayers I don’t lose my sanity since I’m living with my anti-Catholic mother.)

I got to roadtrip through Texas.

(There’s an area we passed through that’s DRIPPING with German references.)

I’ve made an awesome new friend: an RSM named Sr. Rose.

(Hanging out four times over two and a half weeks. Learned a lot more about the RSMs than I already knew. It’s very compelling stuff.)

That’s just an update on where I am right now. I need someplace to thrive. Hopefully I’ll be finding that soon.


P.S. If you’re looking for another good daily prayer app, the RSM prayer book has it’s own app. Search Mercy Prayerbook. It offers morning and evening prayer, with supplements for various days.