Friday, April 18, 2014

Our Lady of Sorrows

"We know Jesus because we are brought to him by others. Could we know his Passion, for example, without the great stories of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John? Without Paul the Apostle, or Moses and the prophets? Without the liturgy of the church, the wisdom and reflection of generations of saints, mystics, preachers, theologians, writers, scholars, artists and poets, as well as multitudes of ordinary Christians?
Yet among all of these one is unique — Mary, his mother. She knew Jesus from birth to death and resurrection and she knew him in a special way, as mother. She wrote nothing down — no words, no recollections are directly attributable to her — but the church does not think of her as a writer of recollections. Rather Mary is a living presence among us, who communicates a holy wisdom. She is a guide to those who walk by faith; an agent of the Holy Spirit, who helps us to know the mysteries of Christ.
She was there when they crucified him. A few simple sentences of the gospel describe her role: “There was standing by the Cross of Jesus, Mary, his mother.” Long before that moment she had learned to walk by faith, to wait, to trust , to believe. Then, as she stood stood there watching her Son die, Mary was tested as never before. And she did not falter.
The mysterious words of Jesus — “Behold your mother” — are meant for us, as well as for the disciple who stood watching with her. When the mystery of the Cross falls on us, Mary has been promised to us. She will be at our side, a brave companion who knows how to stand in the dark time of Calvary and wait for the light."

-by Victor Hoagland, C.P.


Sunday, April 13, 2014

Yeah, I'm beautiful.

Sometimes when I look at the sky, I feel as pretty as the nature I see..
until I remember who I am.

But who am I to deny that I am beautiful?

I think for a lot of us.. we see ourselves so differently than others do. We don't see ourselves when we are happy, or excited, or taking care of others. We miss the beauty of love shining in our faces. We don't have the full picture, now do we? We are at a disadvantage. I am learning to value myself by my potential.

I can move mountains.

Heartbreak and loss?

no.. Get Over It. What man is worth crying over? very few.
Pick up your head, princess, your tiara is slipping.

As for me, I am standing up for who I am, the fact that I am worth worlds and God has proved that to me. My worth comes from Him who gives me strength. :) I am happy.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Love.

So... love is tricky. As a normal 17 year old girl, I have time and time again experienced the whirlwind of pride, mind games, and drama that is the high school romance. And as someone dealing with ED and self-harm, I know that for girls such as me, things are made even harder. We have a fear of rejection, an unwillingness to trust, and hearts that love with a clinging passion which can only end in pain.
I have believed for years that I needed a man to love me in order to love myself...

May I just call bullshit?


I am not a mother, but I have two little girls. Johnny told me that today. He's the best big brother I could ask for... Number One. My best friend Joseph and I went to the park today and sat on a bench and just talked and sat and laughed. Number Two. I have my sweet two little girls, Charlotte and Kateri. I have my little nephew and the little mystery on the way. Numbers Three, Four, Five, and Six. I have three beautiful sisters, who are always there for me and ready and willing to talk. Teresa. Number Seven. Laura. Number Eight. Mimi. Number Nine. And who could forget my nuisance of a little brother, who I would honestly do anything for... Number Ten.
And my parents are The unit of Number 11.



Just like that, I have 11 (technically 12) whole reasons to keep on living. Today, a good and true friend told me I should never feel like disappearing. That I am loved. I am loved. Who needs an empty romance with some guy who doesn't even want me?
Not me.

I am waiting.

And meanwhile, I am loving myself. Sooo... suck it, users and backstabbers and the ones who have left me behind. I have a better man waiting somewhere, whom I have yet to meet, and who will love me like you never could.