May the joy and peace of Christ be with you!
I am graduating college. (Kind of, I have to finish some classes over the summer, but I'm looking forward to that. But still...) I will be entering the world of "grown ups" that I have put off for four years to get a degree. This fall I will be moving to a big city to study theology (because, with a B.A. in Mass Communication, that makes sense, right?) and hopefully work at a newspaper.
I am graduating college. No big deal. Lots of people have done it, will do it and are going to do it the same day I will. It's nothing special except a ceremony saying "Good job on passing a bunch of classes! Here is a very expensive piece of paper saying you learned stuff, that you may or may not actually use. Now, go forth and start paying back your students loans!"
I am graduating college. My degree will say my field of study, but I'm not done studying. I'm still curious. Hence graduate school to study theology. Hence the (massive) list of books I want to read over the summer. Hence my excitement for life.
There are so many opportunities, so many doors to walk to through. Deciding which ones to choose and where to go is going to be difficult, strange and, most importantly, mine. The point of education is to give people the faculties to know right from wrong, good from evil, success from failure. If I have been educated properly, then the choices I make in life will be based on what I know.
And what do I know? I know I don't know everything. I know I don't know enough. I know that Socrates also knew these things, and he was pretty smart, so I think I might be in good company.
I know where I find joy. I know what makes me happy, and what I'm able to do. Like Pinocchio, we must be brave, selfless and true in order to remain ourselves. In order to remain real. To fall into cowardice, to choose to use people instead of love them, to lie is to become inhuman.
The story of Pinocchio has never been one of my favorites. It's a doll. That comes to life. That's weird. But the lesson about humanity is terrific. The best humans are brave, selfless and true. The worst are the opposites. We hail heroes, we condemn cowards. The truth sets us free, lies ensnare us.
If we have been educated properly, with the whole person in mind, not just economically or materialistically, then we will be ethical businessmen, teachers and writers, and more. We will pursue the good, the true and the beautiful, and encourage others to join us in this pursuit. We will change the world, if only it is just our office. But we must remain, as we have been taught, selfless as Christ, brave as the early martyrs, and true in faith.
Happy graduation, Class of 2013. What have you learned?
~Sara
Monday, May 6, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
My Dear Papas: JPII, BXVI, And Frank
Be blessed, dear one!
We have a new pope. Habamus Papam! It's still exciting for me.
He is the third pope in my life, and probably in yours, too.
The three different popes I have been alive to see have all been influential in my life. Indubitably, they will continue to be influential as my life continues, but I was thinking earlier about how, interestingly, the reigns of these three popes align with different phases of my life.
Pope John Paul II was the pope of my childhood. I remember him as being a grandfatherly looking man, someone a child could run up to and be wrap up in a hug. JPII was a pope full of love for the young. He saw beauty as the salvation of the world.
Pope Benedict XVI was the pope of my higher education. Elected during my freshman year of high school, he has renounced the papacy at the end of my senior year of college. Dear Papa Benny has been a strong calm force at the helm of the Church.
Pope Francis is the pope who will be my papa as I transition from full-time student to "productive member of society." He is the pope of my young adult life. Already, I can see that his guidance will be a perpetual call toward humility and service, a call to die to myself. Papa Frank was known as Fr. Jorge in Buenas Aires, even when he was a cardinal. As a prince of the Roman Catholic Church, he showed such humility and love. As vicar of Christ, I have no doubt that this humble, orthodox man will continue to love the world's people as he did the people of Argentina.
These three different men have one thing in common: Love of beauty. Which, in case you don't know, is my favorite transcendental. Beauty unites people in a way that truth and goodness can't quite reach. Beauty is the incarnation of the true and the good, so by its nature, the beautiful brings things together. It makes the true and the good tangible and visible.
It might be strange to call an old Argentinian man beautiful, but he is. He is good, and he preaches the truth. He is gentle and kind. He meets people where they're at and loves with an open heart.
Papa Frank, I look forward to working with you and under your guidance to "rebuild" this Church.
St.s Francis of Assisi, Francis Xavier, Francis de Sales, pray for us.
~S
We have a new pope. Habamus Papam! It's still exciting for me.
He is the third pope in my life, and probably in yours, too.
The three different popes I have been alive to see have all been influential in my life. Indubitably, they will continue to be influential as my life continues, but I was thinking earlier about how, interestingly, the reigns of these three popes align with different phases of my life.
Pope John Paul II was the pope of my childhood. I remember him as being a grandfatherly looking man, someone a child could run up to and be wrap up in a hug. JPII was a pope full of love for the young. He saw beauty as the salvation of the world.
Pope Benedict XVI was the pope of my higher education. Elected during my freshman year of high school, he has renounced the papacy at the end of my senior year of college. Dear Papa Benny has been a strong calm force at the helm of the Church.
Pope Francis is the pope who will be my papa as I transition from full-time student to "productive member of society." He is the pope of my young adult life. Already, I can see that his guidance will be a perpetual call toward humility and service, a call to die to myself. Papa Frank was known as Fr. Jorge in Buenas Aires, even when he was a cardinal. As a prince of the Roman Catholic Church, he showed such humility and love. As vicar of Christ, I have no doubt that this humble, orthodox man will continue to love the world's people as he did the people of Argentina.
These three different men have one thing in common: Love of beauty. Which, in case you don't know, is my favorite transcendental. Beauty unites people in a way that truth and goodness can't quite reach. Beauty is the incarnation of the true and the good, so by its nature, the beautiful brings things together. It makes the true and the good tangible and visible.
It might be strange to call an old Argentinian man beautiful, but he is. He is good, and he preaches the truth. He is gentle and kind. He meets people where they're at and loves with an open heart.
Papa Frank, I look forward to working with you and under your guidance to "rebuild" this Church.
St.s Francis of Assisi, Francis Xavier, Francis de Sales, pray for us.
~S
Friday, March 1, 2013
Whoa, We're Half-Way There
Grace and peace to you in our Lord Jesus Christ!
It's already March. My Spring Break (Well, Winter Break 2.0, as a friend put it, because there is. so. much. snow.) is about to start. This officially marks the beginning of the last half of my final semester of college. It's also, coincidentally, about the half-way point of Lent as well.
So. Lent. How's it going? Did you go to Mass on Ash Wednesday? (Did you know it's not a Holy Day of Obligation? (But you should go anyways. Shh.)) What is your sacrifice for Lent? (Mine isn't "giving up my blog" even though I haven't written since January. Oops.)
My Lent started off with a bang. Well, in my head. Kind of. I woke up early Ash Wednesday morning (like, before the sun early) sick. And proceeded to spend most of the day near my bathroom. God had decided that I needed to suffer, er, be blessed with (?) a couple weeks of headaches culminating with few days of intense migraines. The pain was so bad one night that I ended up going to the hospital to be pumped full of fluids (and then I got some nice drugs the next day).
I know Lent is supposed to be about suffering and preparing for the Passion of Christ, but have you ever had one of those moments where you just look up and glare at God, ask, "What makes you think now is a good time for this?! I'm already stressed!!"
And then He smiles and says, "Wait, dear one. Wait for My answer." (And you are sufficiently subdued and comforted by the Almighty Omniscient Creator of the Universe. No big deal.)
Being curled up in the dark of my bed, trying to shut the world out to stop the pain, did let in a few fascinating reflections, though.
I would never wish migraines upon anyone. Your head hurts so bad it makes you sick. You don't want to move. It's uncontrollable pain from the inside out. Why would anyone ever subject themselves to pain like this willingly?
Well, if you are Jesus, the Savior of the world, then you would accept the pain of the crown of thorns.
The Crown of Thorns. This, for some strange reason, has always been the part of the Passion that fascinates me the most. Christ willingly accepted the crown of pain, the crown of death, the crown of sin.
He became the King of Death.
Primacy is His in all things. Christ united Himself with us in every way possible. He fully took on our fallen humanity. Humbly, he was born in a stable, united to the poor. Diligently, he worked as a carpenter with his hands, united to the laborers. Lonely, he died like a criminal, united to the outcasts.
This is a God who wants everyone to be united. Suffering is universal because sin is universal. He lowered Himself to our level to experience what we experience. And by His pain, our pain has meaning.
The suffering of God is our redemption. His tears bring about our healing. Our tears, because we are the Body of Christ, become His tears if we unite them with His.
My Lenten resolution is to complain less. When you have pain, like migraines, it's very easy to moan and groan loudly. It's harder to consciously think "Jesus, You've felt horrible pain in You head before. You even chose to endure. I didn't choose this, but may it be united with Your crown of thorns."
Lent is hard. Pain is difficult. So what? Offer it up. "Sursum corda, buckaroo," (Sursum corda= Latin for "Lift up your heart").
May your Lent be fruitful and full of grace.
Mama keep you!
See you in the Eucharist!
It's already March. My Spring Break (Well, Winter Break 2.0, as a friend put it, because there is. so. much. snow.) is about to start. This officially marks the beginning of the last half of my final semester of college. It's also, coincidentally, about the half-way point of Lent as well.
So. Lent. How's it going? Did you go to Mass on Ash Wednesday? (Did you know it's not a Holy Day of Obligation? (But you should go anyways. Shh.)) What is your sacrifice for Lent? (Mine isn't "giving up my blog" even though I haven't written since January. Oops.)
My Lent started off with a bang. Well, in my head. Kind of. I woke up early Ash Wednesday morning (like, before the sun early) sick. And proceeded to spend most of the day near my bathroom. God had decided that I needed to suffer, er, be blessed with (?) a couple weeks of headaches culminating with few days of intense migraines. The pain was so bad one night that I ended up going to the hospital to be pumped full of fluids (and then I got some nice drugs the next day).
I know Lent is supposed to be about suffering and preparing for the Passion of Christ, but have you ever had one of those moments where you just look up and glare at God, ask, "What makes you think now is a good time for this?! I'm already stressed!!"
And then He smiles and says, "Wait, dear one. Wait for My answer." (And you are sufficiently subdued and comforted by the Almighty Omniscient Creator of the Universe. No big deal.)
Being curled up in the dark of my bed, trying to shut the world out to stop the pain, did let in a few fascinating reflections, though.
I would never wish migraines upon anyone. Your head hurts so bad it makes you sick. You don't want to move. It's uncontrollable pain from the inside out. Why would anyone ever subject themselves to pain like this willingly?
Well, if you are Jesus, the Savior of the world, then you would accept the pain of the crown of thorns.
The Crown of Thorns. This, for some strange reason, has always been the part of the Passion that fascinates me the most. Christ willingly accepted the crown of pain, the crown of death, the crown of sin.
He became the King of Death.
Primacy is His in all things. Christ united Himself with us in every way possible. He fully took on our fallen humanity. Humbly, he was born in a stable, united to the poor. Diligently, he worked as a carpenter with his hands, united to the laborers. Lonely, he died like a criminal, united to the outcasts.
This is a God who wants everyone to be united. Suffering is universal because sin is universal. He lowered Himself to our level to experience what we experience. And by His pain, our pain has meaning.
The suffering of God is our redemption. His tears bring about our healing. Our tears, because we are the Body of Christ, become His tears if we unite them with His.
My Lenten resolution is to complain less. When you have pain, like migraines, it's very easy to moan and groan loudly. It's harder to consciously think "Jesus, You've felt horrible pain in You head before. You even chose to endure. I didn't choose this, but may it be united with Your crown of thorns."
Lent is hard. Pain is difficult. So what? Offer it up. "Sursum corda, buckaroo," (Sursum corda= Latin for "Lift up your heart").
May your Lent be fruitful and full of grace.
Mama keep you!
See you in the Eucharist!
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Pro-Living, Pro-Life
Peace be with you!
Last week, I
missed three days of class. I was on a bus for over 48 hours to and from
Washington D.C. I walked from the National Mall to the Supreme Court building
with approximately 650,000 other people. All to say that I believe abortion is
the killing of an innocent child.
If it isn't a
child, then abortion is fine. No justification is needed. But if it is a child,
then no justification is sufficient. It is murder.
The 40th
anniversary of Roe v Wade is a stark
reminder of what, or rather who, we are missing. Since 1973, LifeNews.com
estimated that over 55 million people are missing from the United States .
Those are 55
million people whose lives were cut off at the beginning. Those are 55 million
people who will never have the chance to learn to walk, speak, read, dance or
ride a bike. Those are 55 million people who will never get the chance to tell
their children stories of their childhood.
But if they were
just “tissue” then we’re not missing “people” from the world. Just “stuff.” But
if they were just “stuff,” what are we? Aren't we made out of the same biological
material? Doesn't our DNA register as human? Doesn't theirs?
To deny the humanity of the preborn is to deny the humanity of the girl next door, the driver three cars ahead of you, and the clerk at the grocery store. To deny the dignity of the preborn is to deny the dignity of yourself, your boss and your friend. To deny the right to life of the preborn is to deny the right to life of the elderly, of the comatose and of the handicapped.
To deny the humanity of the preborn is to deny the humanity of the girl next door, the driver three cars ahead of you, and the clerk at the grocery store. To deny the dignity of the preborn is to deny the dignity of yourself, your boss and your friend. To deny the right to life of the preborn is to deny the right to life of the elderly, of the comatose and of the handicapped.
The holidays have
ended and college students have gone back to class, but didn't you enjoy them? Didn't you enjoy swapping stories with your loved ones?
Shouldn't others have the chance to
share stories?
There are 55
million people who will never get the chance to experience ripping Christmas
paper off of presents. There are 55 million people who will never experience
watching the clock on New Year’s Eve. There are 55 million people who will
never experience a snowball fight.
Everyone deserves
to live life to the fullest. As I learned in my high school biology class, life
begins at conception when an egg and sperm create a new strand of DNA. A person
who didn't exist earlier.
They should get
the chance to make their lives into stories to tell their
friends, their children and their grandchildren.
They should get the chance to live.
They should get the chance to live.
~ Sara
P.S. See how I really felt about the March for Life over at the Gregorian Institute blog.
P.S. See how I really felt about the March for Life over at the Gregorian Institute blog.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Lost Laughter
Peace be with you, dear ones, and may your prayers rise to God in heaven on this most terrible of days.
January 22 is a day of penance in the United States. It is a day to mourn and grieve for the sins against human dignity. These include human trafficking, rape, end of life issues and especially abortion. It is the 40th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, the court case that made abortion legal and ushered in an age where a mother could legally kill her own child before she ever saw his face.
More than 55 million people have been killed because of abortion. Can you hold that number in your head for a minute? 55 million people are not here. That is more than the combined death tolls of all the wars America has been in.
Today at evening Mass at the Abbey, the Abbott said a profound statement. "The average child laughs approximately 400 times a day."
There are 55 million people who never had the chance to laugh. They are lost to us. Their laughter is lost to us. Their lives are lost to us.
The jokes, the art, the hugs, the music, the discoveries that these 55 million people would have made are lost. They were not allowed to fulfill God's plan for their lives because someone else said, "You are inconvenient. I don't want you."
Mother Teresa once said, "How can you say that there are too many children in the world? That's like saying there are too many flowers."
The numbers keep rising. More people are being sacrificed at the alter of convenience before they have a chance to learn what an alter is.
Oh my Jesus, forgive us our sins and save us from the fires of hell. Lead all souls to heaven, especially those in most need of Thy mercy. Amen.
~SaraS
January 22 is a day of penance in the United States. It is a day to mourn and grieve for the sins against human dignity. These include human trafficking, rape, end of life issues and especially abortion. It is the 40th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, the court case that made abortion legal and ushered in an age where a mother could legally kill her own child before she ever saw his face.
More than 55 million people have been killed because of abortion. Can you hold that number in your head for a minute? 55 million people are not here. That is more than the combined death tolls of all the wars America has been in.
Today at evening Mass at the Abbey, the Abbott said a profound statement. "The average child laughs approximately 400 times a day."
There are 55 million people who never had the chance to laugh. They are lost to us. Their laughter is lost to us. Their lives are lost to us.
The jokes, the art, the hugs, the music, the discoveries that these 55 million people would have made are lost. They were not allowed to fulfill God's plan for their lives because someone else said, "You are inconvenient. I don't want you."
Mother Teresa once said, "How can you say that there are too many children in the world? That's like saying there are too many flowers."
The numbers keep rising. More people are being sacrificed at the alter of convenience before they have a chance to learn what an alter is.
Oh my Jesus, forgive us our sins and save us from the fires of hell. Lead all souls to heaven, especially those in most need of Thy mercy. Amen.
~SaraS
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Delicious Religion
May the peace of Christ be with you!
This past Thursday former-model-turned-chastity-speaker Leah Darrow delivered a heart-warming and inspirational talk to a few hundred people. She spoke on chastity, the grace to change, the lie of perfectionism, and the beauty of the Catholic Church.
One of my favorite quotes (she had some brilliant zingers) is "Catholicism is not a buffet religion, it's a banquet religion." An banquet, not a buffet.
I've heard the terms "cafeteria Catholic" and "buffet Catholic" to describe someone who picked certain teachings of the Church to follow and ignored others that they didn't like. But I've never heard of the Church described as a banquet. Oh, wait. Yes I have. So have you. People usually use the synonym "feast."
The Wedding Feast of the Lamb is one of my favorite descriptions of heaven. And at a wedding for the Son of God, the King of Kings, you know it's going to be the classiest affair in creation. No buffet line here. More like waiters in tuxedos and guests in their finest, most elegant attire. A seven course meal rather than a barbecue.
The Catholic Church is the banquet religion. Doesn't that sound poetically lovely? Set before us is a gift so great and rich, that we can't help but be grateful.
In my Into to Theology class, we watched a movie called "Babette's Feast." Babette was a renowned chef turned refugee. She ended up working for two sisters in a small, isolated village as a cook and maid. One day, she won the lottery. Simultaneously, the sisters decided to celebrate their deceased father's 100th birthday. Babette made a marvelous (expensive) feast, with the likes of such delicacies no one in the village had ever experienced. In fact, they were quite sure it was either poison or demonic, so they tried not to enjoy it. But there was one guest who knew and appreciated the delicacies set before him. His enthusiasm spread to the others. Before they knew it, they had allowed themselves to be delighted in the feast.
If we don't know what a gift we have in out faith, then we won't care what kind of theology we consume. It's the same as if we don't care about our health (or taste-buds). If we don't care what goes in our bodies (or how it tastes), then we might as well eat McDonald's versus Olive Garden. Which one will last longer and be more fulfilling?
The delicacies of Truth, Goodness and Beauty will take an eternity to properly savor and enjoy. It's a good thing Heaven is infinite. It sounds delicious.
Blessings on your journey there, dear one!
Totus Tuus, Maria!
~S
This past Thursday former-model-turned-chastity-speaker Leah Darrow delivered a heart-warming and inspirational talk to a few hundred people. She spoke on chastity, the grace to change, the lie of perfectionism, and the beauty of the Catholic Church.
One of my favorite quotes (she had some brilliant zingers) is "Catholicism is not a buffet religion, it's a banquet religion." An banquet, not a buffet.
I've heard the terms "cafeteria Catholic" and "buffet Catholic" to describe someone who picked certain teachings of the Church to follow and ignored others that they didn't like. But I've never heard of the Church described as a banquet. Oh, wait. Yes I have. So have you. People usually use the synonym "feast."
The Wedding Feast of the Lamb is one of my favorite descriptions of heaven. And at a wedding for the Son of God, the King of Kings, you know it's going to be the classiest affair in creation. No buffet line here. More like waiters in tuxedos and guests in their finest, most elegant attire. A seven course meal rather than a barbecue.
The Catholic Church is the banquet religion. Doesn't that sound poetically lovely? Set before us is a gift so great and rich, that we can't help but be grateful.
In my Into to Theology class, we watched a movie called "Babette's Feast." Babette was a renowned chef turned refugee. She ended up working for two sisters in a small, isolated village as a cook and maid. One day, she won the lottery. Simultaneously, the sisters decided to celebrate their deceased father's 100th birthday. Babette made a marvelous (expensive) feast, with the likes of such delicacies no one in the village had ever experienced. In fact, they were quite sure it was either poison or demonic, so they tried not to enjoy it. But there was one guest who knew and appreciated the delicacies set before him. His enthusiasm spread to the others. Before they knew it, they had allowed themselves to be delighted in the feast.
If we don't know what a gift we have in out faith, then we won't care what kind of theology we consume. It's the same as if we don't care about our health (or taste-buds). If we don't care what goes in our bodies (or how it tastes), then we might as well eat McDonald's versus Olive Garden. Which one will last longer and be more fulfilling?
The delicacies of Truth, Goodness and Beauty will take an eternity to properly savor and enjoy. It's a good thing Heaven is infinite. It sounds delicious.
Blessings on your journey there, dear one!
Totus Tuus, Maria!
~S
Monday, January 7, 2013
Happy Belated New Year!
Grace and peace to you in Our Lord Jesus Christ!
I haven't written since two days before Christmas. How terrible. And I've really been needing to write! Where to begin? Well, Christmas would be good, I guess.
Reasons Why Sara Should make Christmas Lists More Often #1: She might actually get the stuff on the list.
I got everything on my list. Seriously. When does that happen? And the best part; it was stuff that I needed. For school, for future job interviews, for life. Ask, and ye shall receive. The past few years have taught me that people often don't get what they need because they don't ask for it. Whether that's because they don't know how to ask for what they need, or pridefully think they don't need help, I don't know. I've done both. It doesn't turn out well.
New Years Resolutions! (Happy 2013!) I resolve to write more. Be it on my blog, in my journal, for the newspaper or actually finishing some short stories, I want to write more productively.
Writing more productively includes writing in my new leather planner. My mom handed it to me a couple days before I left to come back to school. It's really nice. I hope I wear it out. Scheduling and planning and keeping my eye on the ball this semester is a big goal. Hopefully, between my lovely white-board calender (with different colored markers) and my nifty planner, life will not be hectic. Or at least less hectic.
By the way, I am at school. For my last semester. When did that happen? (-Um, Sunday, when you drove here, Sara. -Oh. Right.)
Embarking on my last semester is causing lots of mixed feelings in my heart: I'm so excited for classes to begin. I love my school and friends. Second semester Latin might kill me. How am I going to put a portfolio of writings and articles together? I think I left those boots at home (darn it). Some of my friends don't start for a couple more weeks, the lucky bums, I miss them. What am I going to do when I graduate? (That's the big one, of course.)
But over all, I'm happy. I will take it one day at a time, living in the present moment. God is going to take care of me. He promised. Accepting that fact and truly believing it is a struggle sometimes. A lot of the time, actually. With all my scheduling and trying to accomplish everything that will need to be done, from assignments to blogging to having a social life, becoming a control freak might happen. Luckily for me, God has a way of making sure my life and plans are constantly bouncing around so that I have to depend on Him. What a great Father who knows His child so well.
I'll let you know how my first week of classes go. I have a feeling that I'll be learning a few important lessons. Or rather, that I'm going to get hit my some two-by-fours. Here's to new adventures!
May Mama Mary hold you close.
In Christ,
SaraS
I haven't written since two days before Christmas. How terrible. And I've really been needing to write! Where to begin? Well, Christmas would be good, I guess.
Reasons Why Sara Should make Christmas Lists More Often #1: She might actually get the stuff on the list.
I got everything on my list. Seriously. When does that happen? And the best part; it was stuff that I needed. For school, for future job interviews, for life. Ask, and ye shall receive. The past few years have taught me that people often don't get what they need because they don't ask for it. Whether that's because they don't know how to ask for what they need, or pridefully think they don't need help, I don't know. I've done both. It doesn't turn out well.
New Years Resolutions! (Happy 2013!) I resolve to write more. Be it on my blog, in my journal, for the newspaper or actually finishing some short stories, I want to write more productively.
Writing more productively includes writing in my new leather planner. My mom handed it to me a couple days before I left to come back to school. It's really nice. I hope I wear it out. Scheduling and planning and keeping my eye on the ball this semester is a big goal. Hopefully, between my lovely white-board calender (with different colored markers) and my nifty planner, life will not be hectic. Or at least less hectic.
By the way, I am at school. For my last semester. When did that happen? (-Um, Sunday, when you drove here, Sara. -Oh. Right.)
Embarking on my last semester is causing lots of mixed feelings in my heart: I'm so excited for classes to begin. I love my school and friends. Second semester Latin might kill me. How am I going to put a portfolio of writings and articles together? I think I left those boots at home (darn it). Some of my friends don't start for a couple more weeks, the lucky bums, I miss them. What am I going to do when I graduate? (That's the big one, of course.)
But over all, I'm happy. I will take it one day at a time, living in the present moment. God is going to take care of me. He promised. Accepting that fact and truly believing it is a struggle sometimes. A lot of the time, actually. With all my scheduling and trying to accomplish everything that will need to be done, from assignments to blogging to having a social life, becoming a control freak might happen. Luckily for me, God has a way of making sure my life and plans are constantly bouncing around so that I have to depend on Him. What a great Father who knows His child so well.
I'll let you know how my first week of classes go. I have a feeling that I'll be learning a few important lessons. Or rather, that I'm going to get hit my some two-by-fours. Here's to new adventures!
May Mama Mary hold you close.
In Christ,
SaraS
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