"We are called to show mercy because mercy has first been shown to us." -Pope Francis

Category: Femininity

Redeeming Joy – help mercy run to the lowest point

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A few days ago, I had the privilege of attending a beautiful jewelry party to benefit Redeeming Joy.  All of the pieces were made by hand by the women being healed through this ministry.  It is a part of their therapy.  The jewelry is just beautiful.

And this ministry is beautiful!

Redeeming Joy helps women find healing, hope, and restoration following human trafficking.

“We loan our hope until each lady has a hope of her own,” says Lanie George, founder of Redeeming Grace.

Currently, Redeeming Joy is raising funds to open up a beautiful new safe home for women.  They have raised $20,000 of their $50,000 year end goal.

Will you help spread the word about this organization and cause?  Hope is desperately needed in our world today especially for these women who are in despair.

Please visit their website at http://www.redeemingjoy.org/ to learn more about this organization and how you can get involved!

Mercy always runs to the lowest point.  The women served at Redeeming Joy are thirsting for mercy.  Let’s help create a pathway for that mercy and give together today!

Peace & Blessings to you!

P.S. God is merciful and He loves you so much, so much, so much!  Pass it on…

 

a letter to my mom (who says she’s falling apart)

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Dear Mom,

As I take my kids to doctor’s appointments, wipe runny noses, and make lots of tomato soup this week, I find myself realizing why you say you are falling apart. 

If your memory is going, it’s probably from years of remembering when to take temperatures, when to administer medicines, and when to pick us up and drop us off from practices.

If your shoulders are sore, it’s probably from the thousands of times you picked us up out of the crib. 

If your lower back is aching, it’s probably from the awkward position you must assume to get a kid into a carseat and from the strain of bending down each night to pick up big pots and pans to put on the stove. 

If your hips are hurting, it’s probably because you carried us to the potty chair and to bed against our will countless times, sometimes enduring strong kicks and flailing arms.

If you have arthritis in your hands, it’s probably from stirring stews in pots and browning meat for our meals, and mending our clothes, and sewing us beautiful things, and helping us learn to play piano.

If your voice is changing and tired, it’s probably from singing us to sleep and filling our hearts with beautiful songs to give us hope, and something to remember when things are hard. 

If your hearing is going, it’s probably because you spent years hearing baby screams and cries and laughs, and overhearing sibling fights, and maybe eavesdropping on conversations to make sure older kids weren’t getting into trouble. 

If your knees are shot, it’s probably from years of kneeling down in prayer for us, and from countless diaper changes.

If you have stretch marks, it’s because you were open to God’s will, carried children within you, and helped us come into the world and experience light. 

If your face is full of wrinkles, it’s probably from hours and hours spent smiling at our happy baby faces, pouring out lots of love, filling us up with happiness to carry us through a lifetime.

And so it is my sincere hope and prayer, that when I arrive at your beautiful age, I can look at myself in the mirror, and be falling apart every bit as much as you are today.  Because then I can know with confidence, that I gave everything to my children and family, in the way that you gave everything to me. 

“This is my body, given up for you.”  These are the words of Christ. They are also the words of my mother.  How beautiful it is to imitate Christ.  With all of my heart, thank you.

God bless you, I love you forever,

Kaitlyn Clare (a.k.a. Your Angel Bunny)

hush, hush, beautiful is the mother

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Christ is born tell the folk of the village.  Jesus is sleeping in his cradle. Hush, hush, beautiful is the mother.  Hush, hush, beautiful is her Son.

In a few weeks, we too will be invited to peek into the stable to take a look at baby Jesus.  We will begin anew in our endeavors to tell the folk of the village – to tell the people of this world that Jesus is here!

What a gorgeous Christmas carol this truly is, as it invites us to hush.

Hush, hush, be still my soul.  Hush, hush, be still my heart.

And beautiful is the mother.  What a wonderful phrase.

If we truly were to peek into that long-ago and far-away stable, we would see Mary at Jesus’ side.  Perhaps baby Jesus would be in her arms when we arrived.

She truly is beautiful.  Can you see her?  Can you see how lovely she is and how her eyes are fixed on Christ?  Can you see her hair pulled back underneath an ivory veil?  Can you feel the warmth of her tender love?

You see, the beauty of the vocation of motherhood lies in its quiet service.

Mary is the epitome of this servitude.  She humbly, gently, ever so carefully, surrendered over her entire self to God.  She surrendered over her entire self to the process of pregnancy and birth, and she journeyed with her Son all the way to Calvary.

How contrary this is to our culture today that tells women who find themselves pregnant, “You don’t need to serve.  You can escape.”

How beautiful it is to see such virtue, such holiness, such gentleness, and such warmth in Jesus’ mother Mary.  May we bring these qualities to life more fully in our own vocations!

As we journey through these days of Advent, let us hush.  Let us escape from the clamor of the world in moments of quiet reflection.

Let us stand in awe of the beauty of Mary, the mother of Jesus.  Let us stand in awe of the gift that Jesus is to the world.  Let us stand in awe of the gift that Jesus gave us in his mother Mary.

For beautiful is the mother.

Dear Mother at Barnes & Noble…

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I recently made a trip to Barnes & Noble with my family.  We spent some time playing in the children’s section, and it was there that I encountered a beautiful woman and her son.  Before long, they left the store.  But this is what my heart wanted to tell her after she left…

Dear Mother at Barnes & Noble, Read the rest of this entry »

The Agony in the Garden of the 40th Week

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Then Jesus came with them to a place called Gethsemane… He advanced a little and fell prostrate in prayer, saying, “My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me; yet, not as I will, but as you will.”  (Matthew 26:36 & 39)

Motherhood, and pregnancy in particular, brings us to the side of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane in a powerful way.  Unlike the Garden of Eden that once held the conditional promises of eternal peace, the Garden of Gethsemane is an earthly garden where we must await inevitable suffering.

We know just as Christ did that with this suffering comes inexplicable joy!  Christ knew He would rise from the dead, comfort His friends and Mother on earth, and then ascend to His throne in Heaven.  But that didn’t remove His agony as He anticipated suffering.

Christ knew that His suffering on the cross would bring new lives to Heaven.  Mothers know that their suffering in childbirth brings new life into the world.

I have found that childbirth is an extremely mental and spiritual process, and one that has really stretched my faith and self-confidence.  It forces me to completely rely on Christ.

As I write these words now in my 40th week of pregnancy, looking down at the little life moving around inside of me, I am very aware that at some point, this child has to come out!

What Mother does not pray for her childbirth experience to be smooth, easy, and as pain free as possible?  What Mother when her hour has come does not think or pray, “Lord, if it is possible, ease my pain, and let this cup pass me by!” Read the rest of this entry »

A Gift for Every Marriage: The Power of a Praying Wife

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I’ve been praying for my husband for a long time. Actually before we ever met, way back when I was in high school, I remember asking God to please let me meet my husband as soon as possible. I figured that if I were able to meet him as soon as possible, I’d be able to maximize my time on earth with him. It just made sense!

And sure enough, on the very same day that I moved off to college – the very first day we were in the same city – I met my husband. It was move in day and my parents hadn’t even left town yet. My Mom gave me a choice that night, “Well, do you want to go back to the hotel with us or stay in the dorms?”

I chose the dorms. My random roommate and I walked around together meeting all kinds of people.

I remember the first time I ever saw my husband. He was sitting at a picnic table with a friend, a deck of cards, and just about the entire girls’ soccer team. Eventually some of the girls left the table and I made my way over. My life would never be the same.

Yes, I’ve been praying for my husband for a long time. But after reading this book by Stormie Omartian, “The Power of a Praying Wife,” I learned a totally new way of praying for him – one that I have found to be very beneficial! Read the rest of this entry »

Calling All Girls! Check Out That One Girl

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What a gem. I wish I had read this book when I was 13 years old. It was still helpful to me at age 28, and I recommend it to women and girls of all ages!

Christina Mead has written this book in a sisterly tone that is often cute & always Read the rest of this entry »