Catholic · Faith

The First Week of My 2017 Lenten Journey


Whew! So the first week of Lent just flew right on by! Where does time go?

I want so much for this to be a time of building my relationship with our Lord. But this first week, my priorities might have been a little mixed up. I don’t think it was all a lost though, stick with me here. I was feeling stressed waiting to hear when I would start my new job! That’s right folks, I am back to work again.  I am so excited. I prayed so hard about this. It started during Advent when my husband and I were at Mass and learned that their would be an opening in the parish for an Office Manager. I wasn’t looking for work yet. The announcement tugged at my heart. And…..with some other things that were going on, well the timing was perfect. They wouldn’t be hiring until February and starting new hire in March. It seemed too perfect. Except, maybe not so perfect. There are some interesting things that made me question whether I would be the right person. But I knew that God knows the right person for the right time. So I put it to prayer and left it there. For nearly 3 months.

Two weeks before Ash Wednesday

I got an interview that was scheduled for the 16th of February for the Office Manager position.  It was the first interview, they were narrowing it down to 3 people from there. The interview went really well. I said an emergency novena that Saint Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta would say, )you can find more information on wonderful novena on this blog, here. ), prior to going in to the interview. Right there in the parking lot I prayed the novena. I felt so relaxed. I also invited the Holy Spirit to be with me and help me be authentic to who I am. As I left the parking lot after the interview I felt so relaxed, and smiled and made the sign of the cross. I knew I had company in that meeting. Then, I waited and waited.

The week before Lent….Specifically Thursday, Feb. 23rd

Finally, I got the call I made it to the second interview scheduled for the next week. Again, more prayer. I have never asked for so many people to pray for me. If someone talked to me I would say, please add me to your prayer list, or rather add the parish to your prayer list to be sure the right person got the job.  I wanted it, but I wanted it only if I was the right person for the job.  At around 8 p.m. that night after my 2nd interview I received a call that they wanted to offer me the job.  Good thing they weren’t watching, I was doing a happy dance. My mother in law just kinda stared at me like I had lost my marbles. I got off the phone and proceeded to let everyone that I could think of that had been praying for me know that I had gotten the job. Then I said, but you are not off the hook yet. Please continue to pray. The transition is not likely to be easy. I am so blessed to have so many people who will pray for me.

The Monday before Ash Wednesday

 I spent the whole  weekend worrying. After they called on Thursday to offer the job, I thought I would be hearing on Friday when to start. Saturday night, I bolted out of a dead sleep thinking “was I supposed to go in on Friday, oh Lord I have lost the job you entrusted me to, before I even started!” Yep, I have issues most of them rest in anxiety, rest is not exactly the right word. But you get the picture. So I was crabby Sunday and just full of worry. Then mad at myself for worrying so much. So Monday was spent moping. Not too proud of it, but it is true.


Finally got the call from Father asking if I could start tomorrow- Ash Wednesday. Sure! I will be there! Excited, scared, excited and scared some more!

Tuesday night….Husband reminds me tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. I think I may have stared at him a minute. I couldn’t believe how I had let so much time be given to focusing on a job and not about Lent. I really hate how time gets away from us. But I really get upset with myself when I forget my priorities  I tried to let it sink in that it was time to start focusing on our Lord.


I got up and got all ready for work. Then…Father calls me and says he overbooked himself could I start on Thursday. Feeling a little sad I said “yes, I could do that.”

But the Lord knows what he was doing. I spent time in prayer. I read scripture. I wrote in my journal. It was so good.

But I am so sad to say this, we could not make the timing work to get to Church to get our ashes. My husband commutes and I share a car with mother in law, who does not attend the same church. So for the first time in I don’t know how long, we didn’t get ashes.

The Thursday after Ash Wednesday

On Thursday I did a repeat routine of Ash Wednesday morning. Did scripture, prayer and wrote in journal. Then got ready for work.  Remembering Mass is offered at 9 a.m. and I work at 10 a.m.,  I headed to work, and what a blessing to go to Mass before work. God is good.

The Friday after Ash Wednesday

Friday, again a repeat routine of Thursday morning.

So while the week went quickly and almost got away from me, I am so happy to say that God found ways to ground me. Bring me back around. By Thursday I was doing scripture and going to Mass. I don’t think there is anything better than that. In fact, I know there isn’t.

So this week, rather then worry about how the week started off rough and I was not quite ready for Lent, God knows my heart and He made it possible for me to sneak some wonderfully needed time with him.  How has your first week been? I say week, but I really feel that preparing for Lent is so important.


A scripture that has been stuck in my head and on my heart to ponder this week and continues to do so….Mathew 16:24 If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow Me. Wow this verse has had me pondering, and writing.  My plan is to come and write about the things that have been put on my heart about this verse. I hope you will come back and visit, leave a comment and let us be brothers and sisters in Christ and get to know one another.

God bless!

Catholic · Christian · conversion · Faith · Uncategorized

Conversion Story-God is Good

I have been Catholic for 25 years now. How my life has changed in those 25 years, God is good! I was baptized 25 years ago with my daughter, Ashlee and remember very little about it. Looking back I realize that my mom was going through her conversion and just started bringing me along. I went along pretty much because she was my mom. I had no real understanding of what being Catholic would mean. I took RCIA, but honestly I was so wrapped up in this newborn baby I don’t think I paid attention at all.  I only knew it was very important to my mom and wanted to please her so I went.

Our family although believed in God, never practiced anything or prayed. I remember being drawn to baby Jesus but not really knowing why. Christmas became a time to write out what we wanted for Christmas and mark the days off until Santa would come. I can’t remember talking about Jesus’ role in it. Not to say it was never talked about, I just don’t remember it.

As a young adult I remember when things didn’t go the way I thought they should, I would have a one person shouting match with God saying “what, you don’t love me?  Fine! Why should I even try ?” I wouldn’t be able to count how many conversations I had with God that went exactly like that. I felt all the bad things must mean that God didn’t love me. After being baptized these moments increased as God was trying to pull me nearer. I had no idea that this is what He was doing. I didn’t know He loved me so much and was trying to get my attention.

Over the next few years our family went through troubled times. An ugly divorce that was hurting the kids pushed me inside the Catholic Church doors in Evanston, Wyoming. I had no idea how all of this worked, I just went in sat in pew, and before I knew it I was kneeling and begging God to help my kids. They were being hurt by all the things around them, things I couldn’t control. I prayed that if it were His will a situation would have a certain outcome. I worried that if I relied on my own ideas of how this should end, I would always wonder if I did the right thing. So I gave it to Him and said please do what is right by the kids. To protect my kids I won’t tell that part of the story, but I will say the answer was given to me in a very clear way and the problem was resolved better than I could have ever imagined. It wasn’t until years later I could see how that prayer was answered and am so thankful. Unknowing to me, God was becoming a big part of our lives.

The next couple of years I would find myself at Church very lost but curious. Don, the kids and I  would sit in the very back at Christmas time. I still felt so awkward with all the sitting, kneeling, and shaking hands. Then in 2003, our family, Don, myself, Ashlee and Sean moved to Florida because of a job situation. I had never been this far from my family in Wyoming. A month into the move we got news that would change how we saw the world forever.

in February 2003, I was on the phone with my mom, just visiting. I had talked to my sister the day before and knew that her little boy, Brayden was sick with the flu but didn’t know how bad he was doing and mom told me he had been admitted into the hospital.  We were talking and she said hold on I am getting a call on the house phone. It was quiet when she picked up the phone and said “I have to go, Brayden crashed!” I had no idea what was going on, she hung up and my heart was in my throat. At first I thought what did they let him fall off of the bed? On the other side of the United States I had to sit and wait to hear back to find out what happened. I can’t honestly remember how long it was until I heard back. But my mom called and said “its really bad.” Feeling stupid I said “what do you mean he crashed?” She said “He was in Janica’s arms and stopped breathing, and it took them 20 minutes to get him back and he is now on life support, they have life-flighted him to Salt Lake City to Primary’s Children Hospital” It took a long time to let that sink in. Instantly I had pictures of my sister in my head, pictures of us as young girls who took care of each other when things were rocky at home and wondering how she would manage to get through this. We have always been very close and my heart just broke. Mom said that she was driving Janica to the hospital and that was a 2 hour drive. I said ok, let me know as soon as you know anything. It wasn’t much longer after that, Janica called me on her cell phone from the road. She cried so hard it was difficult to understand what she was saying. She calmed down just for a few and said, “Toni, he looks better already, now they got the IV in his color is back. He is going to get better, right?” I am not even sure if I answered her. I remember being so scared of the outcome. She said she would call me after she got to the hospital.

After getting off of the phone, I went out to our screened in porch and screamed. I mean screamed and I didn’t care who heard, I yelled at God “How can you do this to her, she can’t handle this!!” I don’t know how long I was out there before Don came out to get me and he had run a bath for me knowing that this would help me to calm down.

That evening Janica called me to let me know what the doctors were saying. It wasn’t good. They recommended taking him off of life support. She was crying and said “I am so confused, I want to keep him here so I can hold him and look at him, but I know that is so selfish, he is such a strong, playful boy I can’t stand the idea of him just laying there. She said I am going to pray and ask God to take him if he can’t heal him and remove the life support” The next day they removed life support and Janica, my niece and nephew said good bye to this precious little 23 month old boy went home to Jesus.

When mom and I were talking about the funeral, I told her I just didn’t have the funds to fly back with the recent move. But God sends angels our way in our time of need and my best friend from high school offered to pay for my ticket to fly out. My husband made all of the arrangements and I really don’t know how I got from point A to point B. I remember being so scared of seeing my sister, what would I say? Could I keep it together and be strong for her?

When I got there there were many things going on, lots of people stopping by. During all of this time we had to go through the preparations of the funeral. I remember Friday night we had confession and then a rosary afterwards. At this time I still wasn’t a practicing Catholic. But because everyone else was I thought I better go into confessional. I remember Father Murray rattling off something and I just stared at him and said “I have never done this before I have no idea what to do” He asked if I had been baptized and I said “Yes” so he asked if there was anything I wanted to talk about. I looked at him having no idea what to say, then I said “I don’t want to be angry” He nodded that he understood. He then put his hands over my head and at this time I had no idea he was praying over me. But what I will never forget was the sense of peace that flooded me and the feeling that I will never be able to describe that went through me from head to toes. When I left and we went back to my mom and dad’s place after the rosary, the mood seemed to have lightened. There was a little bit of laughter and teasing. Years later as a practicing Catholic I understand that Our Blessed Mother covered us in her love and she and her Son eased the pain, even if only for a little while. When I returned to Florida, I had a strong desire to attend Mass. My husband being protestant, didn’t protest at all. He just went with us, the kids didn’t seem to think anything of it and it became a part of our lives. There are so many other things that have happened over the years that I have to be thankful for but this post is long enough and I would be writing a novel if I had any talent for writing.

If God brings us to it, He will bring us through it……….This is true each time and every time I have to remind myself that all those years of telling myself God didn’t love me was a lie. He loves each and every one of us. We just need to turn to Him in our time of pain. Ask Him to help us through it. It doesn’t matter how you do it. All I said was “I don’t want to be angry” and he transformed my life. 

I hope you will share your conversion story with me. I would love to hear it, please leave a link in the comments below.

Brayden Lee Reed





Faith · grief · life change · Uncategorized

A delayed flight, many tears and a message from God.

It was Sunday, May 15th and it had been a long day. A delayed flight and now a 2.5 hour drive before we were to reach our destination. Reaching Florida we knew that the moment that we were both dreading was upon us. My husband, Don and I finally landed at the airport hours later then scheduled. We were both tired and unsure of what to expect in the next several days. Bob, a childhood friend of Don’s, and his wife Kathy arfaro-airport-plane-landingrived at the airport to pick us up. They got out of their truck and gave us hugs welcoming us to Florida stating with their eyes and smiles,  they knew we had a long day and were empathetic. They also understood the grief that brought us on such short notice. Don’s father, Jim, who was 81 years old had passed just Friday, May 13th after a long battle with non alcoholic liver disease.

Getting into the truck, Kathy and I in the back and Bob and Don in the front. Don and I were so grateful for Bob’s natural ability to find things to talk about and keep our minds occupied for a little while longer. Bob and Kathy suggested that we stop to get dinner and have some time to decompress. There were mixed feelings that flooded both of us as we worried about Don’s mom, Ruth being at the house waiting for us but also thankful for a little more time to prepare for the whirlwind of emotions that were about to take place.

After a nice dinner we were on the road again. Thankful once again for the easy chatter between the four of us to keep us from thinking about seeing Ruth. It was so dark out and the place was so foreign to me I had no real idea where we were at, especially once we got off of the interstate and onto a highway. It was so dark but if I looked closely I could see lines of trees along the highway. But as we came to the little town which was only about 10 miles from Don’s parents house with the light from the street and a couple of stores I could recognize where we were. I immediately sensed Don’s anxiety. I was having a hard time concentrating on what Kathy was saying to me because I was so concerned about how Don must be feeling. We got news of his father’s passing over the phone just two days before while we were eating at Don’s favorite restaurant. I reached from the back seat to rub his shoulder and he immediately grasped my hand and held it tight. My heart was breaking thinking about the moment when he saw his mother, and that was when it was going to become real that the man who raised him had passed away. I could see Don tense up more and more as we got closer to our destination. Leaving the small town it was dark again, but Don knows this area really well, he knows he is so close to arriving at his mom and dad’s house where everything was different now. Bob must have been able to sense it as well, as the chatter had quieted down. We finally turned off onto the road that lead to his parents house and pulling up to the house Don nearly jumped out of the truck but then remembering his manners went to help Bob get our suitcase from the back of the truck. Ruth seeing us pull up met us at the back door. She hugged me first. She hugged me so tight and I let her cry for a minute, not saying anything until I finally said, “here let me give you your son” and Don went right into her arms. He reminded me of a young boy there hugging his mom. Bob, Kathy and I stood somewhat awkwardly trying to give them some time and knowing that this was a private moment between the two of them. A few minutes later we were inside the house. Bob and Kathy came in for a few minutes giving their condolences. They didn’t stay too long, they had a long drive back. We thanked them and gave hugs and wished them a safe ride home. The mother in me asked that they texted us to let us they made it safely and they assured us they would.

Once Bob and Kathy left we were in the kitchen and mom motioned for us to sit at the breakfast table and Don looked at the chair that Jim sat in and burst into tears he shook his head and said he couldn’t sit there, so I sat down there and Don grabbed a chair from the dining table to sit at the table with us. We were so tired but there was no way we could go to bed yet. Mom and Don needed to talk. Mom told us the events of the past week. Tears were shed, there were more hugs. Then came the defining moment that I will remember for a long time. Don got up and was hugging his mom as we were getting ready to go to bed. Because of my profound deafness I usually cannot hear what people are saying in a moment like that, with one person’s back towards me and the other person’s face buried into the neck of the person whose back is towards me. But in a quick second I heard the words spoken from a woman who I have known to be a strong, independent woman, who never wants to be a burden to her children, I heard as clearly as if she had said it in my ear and not Don’s. I heard her say “I need you.” I knew in that moment our lives would never be the same. I also knew that a moment like this was between God and I. He used moments like this to make it known that He was saying something and needed me to listen. I sat quietly watching a mother and son comfort each other and let the message God had given me start to sink in. Emotionally and physically exhausted we all went to bed to try to get some rest before awaking to a new day greeting us, another day to come to terms with our new lives.

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“This is my body, which is given for you……”Holy Thursday

The Last Supper

CCC 610:  Jesus gave the supreme expression of is free offering of himself at the meal shared with the twelve Apostles “on the night he was betrayed.” (429) On the eve of his Passion, while still free, Jesus transformed this Last Supper with the apostles into the memorial of his voluntary offering to the Father for the salvation of men: “This is my body which is given for you.” This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins”(430)

With the exception of the resurrection on Easter, Holy Thursday is possible one of the most important, complex and profound days of celebration in the Catholic Church. Today we are celebrating the institution of the Eucharist as the true body and blood of Jesus Christ and the institution of the sacrament of the priesthood. You can find this in the Catechism of the Catholic Church stating:

CCC 611: The Eucharist that Christ institutes at that moment will be the memorial of his sacrifice. (431) Jesus includes the apostles in his own offering and bids them perpetuate it (432) By doing so, the Lord institutes his apostles as priests of the New Covenant. “For their sakes I sanctify myself, so that they also may be sanctified in truth.”(433)

The WAshing of the feet

John 13:14-16 You call me “teacher” and “master” and rightly so, for indeed I am. If I, therefore, the  master and teacher, have washed your feet, you ought to wash one another’s feet. I have given you a model to follow, so that as I have done for you, you should also do. Amen, Amen, I say to you, no slave is greater than his master nor any messenger greater than the one who sent him. (NAB)

During the Mass tonight, we will witness the priest/bishops washing the feet of selected parishioners. This mass stresses the importance Jesus puts on the humility of service, and the need for cleansing with water, a symbol of baptism. Emphasis is also on the importance of the Eucharist and the sacrifice of Christ’s Body, which we now find present in the consecrated Host. If you would like more information, a great article on washing of the feet can be found here.

Mass tonight, then No Mass until Easter Vigil

Tonight’s liturgy will mark the end of Lent and the beginning of the sacred “Triduum” or three, of Holy Week. These days are the holiest days in the Catholic Church. After Holy Thursday, no Mass will be celebrated again in the Church until Easter Vigil.

The altar will be stripped of all cloths, candles, statues leaving it as bare as possible. You will also see statues covered if they cannot be moved.  This is to help us reflect on the emptiness of the world without Christ. Most importantly, the tabernacle is emptied and the door left open. The very thought of this makes me sad, thinking of a world where Christ had not come to save us, or be with us in the Eucharist.

Every year I am in awe these three days. I find myself troubled by our behavior and surprised at the turn of events from welcoming our Lord on Palm Sunday to chanting “Crucify Him”. I walk with our Blessed Mother and wonder at her love for us who crucified her Son. I wish so much to be more like our Lady and love more.

Lent has come and gone. I did not have the focused I was hoping for in the beginning. But at the end of the day I know our Lord loves me and I will continue to walk on this journey, knowing that He promises to be with us in the Eucharist.

How was your Lent? Did you find yourself closer to our Lord?

Catholic · Faith

Strep and being our Own Advocate


Noun:              1. a person who speaks or writes in support or defense of a person, cause, etc.

2. a person who pleads for or in behalf of another; intercessor.

                       3. a person who pleads the cause of another in a court of law.
My daughter, Ashlee came home from work sick on Monday, she wasn’t feverish but she had a small rash on the high part of her cheek. I could tell she wasn’t feeling well but we took Lainey for her walk that she was promised. Ashlee had complained that her throat was very sore so we stopped at a local store to pick her up some medicine. As we stood there looking at the different medicine choices she asks is it cold in here?  I am freezing!  I looked at her and noticed the rash had spread down her cheek and neck. As her mother, I don’t care how old they are, we moms immediately feel the head to see if they are running a fever and yes she was really warm. Ashlee works at a daycare so she worries about spreading any illness to them so she started researching and she discovered she had many symptoms of strep throat. So on Tuesday morning we made her appointment first thing in the morning, telling them that she would like to be tested for strep, mainly so she knew because she worked at a daycare. When the nurse come in to talk to Ashlee she asked if med students could visit her. Ashlee of course said yes. Long story short, she found herself having to almost argue to have the strep test done. Neither med student or the doctor weren’t listening to her symptoms and wanted to treat her for sinus only. The only time they mentioned strep test is when she would mention the rash. But somehow by the time they went back to visit with doctor they would forget the rash. In the end Ashlee told the doctor, I want the test, I know you think I probably don’t have strep and I probably don’t but lets rule it out. She finally got the test done…….guess what she tested positive!
So, why am I tell you this today? Because I want to remind you to be your own advocate. All of the people talking with Ashlee were well-educated but they were missing what she was telling them. She had to speak up and tell them what she needed. She is learning that she will need to be an advocate for herself and later on she will need to do the same for her children.
The same should happen with our faith. We need to take the time to learn on our own. We are responsible for our relationship with our Lord. It is important to educate ourselves about the Church. Why does the Church have some of the teachings she does? Go ahead and question things, but take the time to pray about it and research it. I am in no way an expert I am just learning as I go.  But I can tell you that there have been times in my life that I wasn’t in agreement with the Church’s teaching on different things. It took lots of prayer, trust and researching and listening to others to come to accept her teachings. So if someone is telling you something that you aren’t sure about, go ahead and question it and be your own advocate and find answers. Our Lord wants to give us the answers we are looking for.
Here are some ways that I turn to learn more about my faith…..
  • Bible
  • Prayer
  • Participating in the Mass and Eucharist at least weekly
  • Catechism of the Catholic Church
  • podcast ( The Catholics Next Door, real life radio, etc)
  • Priests
  • blogs

What are some of the things that you do to grow in your faith? Please share them in the comments before. I should add, I learn best from fellow bloggers!!

See you tomorrow for Holy Thursday!

God Bless.


Let me introduce you to…….

…….a huge bundle of cuteness, my Grand-dogs!! If you check out my about page you will remember that I don’t have grandchildren yet, but I do have grand-dogs.  I just love these bundles of fur. I could do without all the hair on everything but the dogs, I love them. So without further ado……

rosco halloween

Our oldest is Rosco. He is just an old man that everyone loves. He lays quietly by just watching the girls play. Every once in a while he may try to join in on the fun but not often. He is about 10 years old. I looked through lots of pictures and really the only ones I can find are of him laying down. He is usually in the background somewhere.

ash and laineyNext, is Lainey. She is Ashlee’s best friend. Ashlee got her when she was going through a rough break up and Lainey was the best medicine ever! She took up so much of Ashlee’s time it helped her in healing. This little girl without a doubt gives the best loves. She may be a big dog, but in her mind she is a human-lap dog. If you are sitting in the recliner you can expect that she will climb right on your lap and give you some loves. Everyone needs a Lainey love, they might not know it but they do. She has only grand dog syndrome. Her siblings Autumn and Kiara love to play together whether it is with Frisbee or ball. But Lainey refuses to play with them. She will play Frisbee all day long as long as no one else joins in. If they do she will snub them and go pout.


sean and autumn christmas 2011Autumn is the probably the one that would be considered the most normal of the bunch……whatever normal may be. She is so sweet and she picked Sean out of us all to be her favorite. She loves me and I am the best when he is gone but as soon as he walks in the door, grandma is second best. It wouldn’t be the game of tag they play or that he takes her everywhere with him if he goes to the store. She follows him as the loyal dog she is well like a puppy. It was love at first sight for these two.

autumn sleeping

kiara on tableLast but not least is our Kiara. She is a little spit-fire. She keeps on her toes. When she was little she was the one whose bladder was weak so we spent so much time outside. That puppy could walk and pee for days!! I get tired just thinking about it. But she has grown into the most loving goofy dog ever. Every morning, because I am usually the last to rise she runs into my room and throws herself along side of me to give me my morning loves, it’s so amazing I still have my teeth because every time she does this I feel everything in my head rattle. But then she will get positioned and wait for me to snuggle with her and tell her good morning. Yep, I am not sure that we have a healthy relationship with our dogs but it is what it is and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The picture I am sharing with you, I have no explanation for I would never allow her to be on the table, all I know is my daughter was getting ready for work and came out and found this…… can make up your own story if you would like. 😉

kiara in food

There is just a uniqueness about Kiara that cannot be explained.

So there you have it, my grand-dogs. I can’t imagine my life without them in it. Would be very boring, I just know it.

God bless and have a wonderful Monday!


Solemnity of Palm Sunday

March 29, 2015
Palm_Sunday_Backgrounds_14aec1f5  We are one week away for the resurrection of our Lord!

Today, our Lord entered into Jerusalem where people placed branches at his feet. The final week before his arrest on Holy Thursday,  his crucifixion on Good Friday and then the day we celebrate his resurrection on Easter Sunday.

History of Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday dates back to the fourth century in Jerusalem and was marked by a procession of the faithful carrying palm branches which was representing the Jews celebrating Christ’s entrance into Jerusalem (Mathew 21: 1-9). At that time the procession began at Mount of the Ascension and on to Church of the Holy Cross.

By the ninth century the procession would begin in each church with the blessing of the palms, proceed outside of the church, and then return for the reading of the Passion according to the Gospel of Mathew. Holding the palms during the reading the faithful are reminded that many of the same people who greeted Christ with shouts of joy on Palm Sunday would call for His death on Good Friday.

Holy Week

entry-into-jerusalem-4-GoodSalt-prcas1634 (1)This entire week is entitled Holy Week. This week we can immerse ourselves in the journey of our Lord. Walk this journey with Him.  My plan is to really make this week meaningful. What can you do to make it meaningful?

Go to confession-many churches are offering communal penance services, but if not call your priest and make an appointment.

Daily Mass-find out the times of daily Mass and attend as often as you can.

Prayer-reach out to people in prayer who are struggling with the realities of life.

Renew- our faith and our relationship with Jesus.

I hope you will join me in a week of deep prayer and renewing my faith and my relationship with our Lord. God Bless and have a wonderful week.


Early Saturday morning, new recipe, great company…..b


A quiet morning, coffee and a new recipe.

I woke up early this Saturday morning. Lots of things running through my brain. So, I got up and found this Maple-Bacon Breakfast Casserole on Sparkpeople and started breakfast. Don, Ashlee and Sean were still asleep. The house was so quiet.

Once the casserole started cooking and filling the house with the smell of bacon, eggs and Bisquick I noticed my hubby coming down the hall. This was around 7:45 a.m.


A slice for me and a slice for hubs. Chatting about the things we want to accomplish today. What a wonderful way to start this Saturday.

  • cleaning up the kitchen
  • straighten up the house
  • cleaning out the fridge
  • making a menu for two weeks
  • making grocery list
  • going shopping

It is now 8:27 and Ashlee has come into the kitchen. She is sickly so she couldn’t smell the casserole. Poor girl.

Sean, he is still sleeping. The boy is missing out. But there will be a slice for him when he wakes from his slumber.

good morning