Fireflies and Mercy

My husband and I were sitting and talking on our back patio just the other evening.  While we relaxed and enjoyed each other’s company, the sun set and darkness began to surround us.  As our eyes adjusted, the moonlight provided some soft lighting and the fireflies began their shimmering dance across our back yard.  I was quite entertained with the little bright spots of light spinning and zipping around.  My husband then arose from his rocker and stated that he would turn on an outside light.  I quickly told him, “No, we won’t be able to see the fireflies!”.  He laughed, but sat back down and we continued to visit in the darkness all the while enjoying those sparks of light.

Yesterday was Divine Mercy Sunday.  I love this Feast Day!  Devotion of Divine Mercy was personally requested by Jesus during church approved apparitions to Saint Faustina.  Sister Faustina was born in 1905 in Krakow, Poland and received many messages from Christ.  He appeared as Divine Mercy and instructed Faustina to have His image painted.  It was His request that the image be venerated and for there to be a Divine Mercy feast day the first Sunday after Easter.   Saint Faustina kept a diary of her heavenly visits and although she was poorly educated and only lived to the age of thirty-three; she was able to achieve all that was asked of her.  If you have not read her diary, I highly recommend you do.

I spent part of the afternoon, on this glorious Divine Mercy Sunday,  watching a documentary on the original painting of Divine Mercy Jesus which was supervised by Saint Faustina.  She wanted the artist to portray Jesus just as she had seen Him.  Of course no painting can capture the beauty of our Divine Lord and Saint Faustina wept at the outcome.  Jesus was not disappointed; however, and informed Sister Faustina that the painting was a reflection of His Grace.

While gazing upon this original painting of Divine Mercy, I noticed how Jesus was surrounded by darkness.  His rays of Mercy shine forth through the darkness as He extends a blessing.  I thought about the fireflies.  In the light of day, fireflies are unnoticeable.  It is only in the black of night that these fireflies shine and sparkle the most.  In the same way, in our own darkness of sin we are called to trust in Jesus and trust in His Mercy.  We can feel Jesus best when we are at our weakest.  We can offer ourselves to Jesus most fully during our most sorrowful days.  It is in our weakness and in darkness that we find His Mercy; it shines forth and washes us with His Grace.

John 8:12 “I am the light of the world”, He said, “whoever follows Me will have the light of life and will never walk in darkness.”

Remember during your darkest days that He is there for you, and His light will show you the Way.  Never be afraid of the dark, trust in Him!

C’est Bon

Love,

Sherry

 

 

Grieving the Green-Eyed Monster


It was a beautiful day.  The kind of day that just brings a smile to your face when you first walk out the door.  My husband and I set out for a full day of insurance inspections on a beautiful, sunny March morning.  After over thirty years of marriage and many of that spent apart due to our different professions which required traveling; we appreciated the time we now spent working together.

The first inspection of the day was a home not far from our own home.  In just a few minutes we arrived and knocked at the door of a nicely kept brick home.  An older woman hesitantly opened the door and looked at us nervously with large brown eyes.  I quickly explained who we were and the purpose of our visit.  She smiled and walked outside, noticeably more at ease.  Her name was Vivian and she spent a few minutes answering our questions before we set out to take photographs and attain measurements.

Vivian was chatting with her neighbor when my husband and I stepped into her backyard and noticed a cute little building.  We had to ask Vivian if this was an apartment or just a cute storage shed.  She graciously walked over to her back fence and lovingly looked at the cute building in her backyard.  She explained that was indeed a storage shed and had stored flooring tools for her late husband.  “My husband was a floor man,” said Vivian.  “He laid flooring until the day he retired  I just don’t have the heart to clear out the shed.”  The smile left her face and her eyes welled up with tears.

My husband and I stood by quietly as Vivian began sharing her love story.  We learned that her husband was tragically killed in a car accident.  He kissed her good-bye one morning and never returned.  Tears were now streaming down her face as she relived that day.  There was a tremendous pain in her heart because she never saw him again.  She was told his body was too mangled and broken up.  The casket was closed, but her love and longing for him never did have closure.

Her eyes stayed on that shed, but her heart and mind was with her true love.  We told her we were so sorry for her loss.  She seemed to remember that we were there; she turned and looked at us and smiled through her tears.  I told Vivian that we were Catholics and we believed that our bodies do die, but the soul lives on forever.  She told us that she too was a Catholic.  My husband told Vivian that praying together as a family always helps us in our despair; especially praying the rosary.  She nodded and told him that she loved saying her rosary.  She wiped her face as she told us about her wonderful supportive family.

Her mood changed as she then told us that she had been married for 53 years!  Wow!  They had met at a dance.  Vivian’s face lit up as she recalled the day.  She said she had spotted him from across the dancefloor and told a friend with her, “That is the kind of man I want to marry!”  Her friend happened to know him and introductions were made.  She laughed as she described her late husband as her “green-eyed monster.”  She bragged that he had the most gorgeous green eyes and one big black brow.  The next time she was out, she saw him again.  That time she decided that she would get her “green-eyed monster”.

She was laughing, smiling, and crying all at the same time at these memories.  She got her green-eyed monster and had many happy years of wedded bliss.  She told us that they were never wealthy, but were comfortable and had a good life.

The smile left as she once again looked at his shed.  “I just want him to come home to me,” she cried.  “I don’t feel like living without him.”

It broke our hearts and we held back tears.  We had only just met this woman, yet we felt like she was family.  We wanted so much to ease her pain and take away her suffering, but that was impossible.  The love of her life was departed and she will hurt until she meets him on the other side.

I gently asked her how long had it been since her husband’s accident.  I was expecting her to tell me it had been a few months.  Her answer nearly knocked me over.  “Eight years.”, said Vivian.

EIGHT YEARS!  “Vivian”, I said, “you are living proof that love never dies.”  She laughed at that.  I asked her if she had any grandchildren and  found out that she had several.  I told her that she truly had a blessed life and with all the children and grandchildren the Lord had given her; she still had many blessings in her life.  She agreed.

We both thanked her for sharing her story with us.  She invited us to stop by and visit if we were ever in the area.  My husband told her that we would pray for her while saying our rosary and she smiled and thanked him.

After Vivian retreated back  into her home, my husband and I quickly and silently finished our job.  We climbed into our vehicle once we finished and finally allowed a few tears to fall.  She had touched us so deeply.  She had reminded us that life on this earth is short.  A husband and wife joined in holy matrimony is indeed a celebration of life and a blessing from God.  She also taught us that complete strangers can have such an important message, if one just takes the time to listen.

We drove to our next job holding hands.  I looked over at my wonderful husband and noticed how his green eyes sparkled.

 

Women March Madness

Women March Madness

I kept seeing the images on television and on the internet of thousands of women marching and protesting.  These were not women I knew.  They were angry and vulgar.  They shouted obscenities and mocked those with different opinions or values.  They wore costumes depicting private body parts and carried signs declaring their right to “healthcare” and reproductive “choices”.

As a woman, I was disgusted by the actions and hateful speech of these women.  These women ripped apart the dignity of womanhood and denigrated our special God-given gifts.  These were not women I knew.

I have known many great women in my life; women who gave everything for their families and loved ones.  Women who taught me about unconditional love and  self-sacrifice.  Women who taught me to have faith in God and to find Jesus in everyone I meet.

I have truly been blessed with the wonderful women with whom God has chosen to be apart of my life.  My mother put her nursing career on hold so that she could be at home and raise her four daughters.  For eighteen years, she lovingly cooked, cleaned, shopped, did laundry, carpools, and budgeting.  She and my father took us to mass every Sunday.  I witnessed my mom pray her rosary and read her bible.  She never wavered in her faith.

As a child, I did not look upon women who were housewives as “less” of a woman or of not meeting their potential.  It was rather the opposite.  I looked forward to the day that I would marry and have children and could be the best wife and mother I could possibly be.  Times changed, and although I was able to marry and spend some time being home with my babies, more often I worked outside of the home as a second income was needed.  My children are now all grown.  I treasure my memories of those years that my husband and I spent raising our daughter and two sons.

Over the years, I was very blessed to know and love many special and unique women.  There was my childhood neighbor, Mrs. Larson; my Girl Scout leader, Mrs. Gloria; my husband’s grandmother, Mama Nu; and my mother-in-law, Carmen.  These women and many more all had a special role in forming the woman, wife and mother I have become and also in forming the woman my daughter has become.

The women marchers would probably say I am old-fashioned.  They would argue that women are much more than a “wife” and “mother”; that women can have the world and should take whatever their heart desires.  These marchers are sadly mistaken.

The women who had the most influence on me were strong and independent, but also gentle and compassionate.  They took pride in their status as a wife, a mother and sometimes a grandmother.  What was done for their husbands, children and grandchildren was done with love.  There was no sacrifice too great.

I love being a woman.  I love being a wife, mother and grandmother.  It gives me great joy to love, support and encourage those around me.  I am not angry.  I never feel cheated.  I feel blessed.

“When a man marries, he gets the finest thing he will ever have – a wife to help and encourage him.” Sirach 36:24

C’est Bon

Love

Sherry

 

 

 

 

 

Listen Up Hollywood

61315428-meryl-streepWhen will Hollywood learn?  Just 12 days from the inauguration of a new president, Ms. Streep felt the need to take the stage and use her air time to lecture, rant and overdramatize the changes taking place.  These are not changes she wanted.  They are not changes most of her colleges and friends want.  Changes are happening because 62 million Americans voted for change.  Hollywood is in shock; Meryl Streep called it “broken-hearted.” Give me a break.

Since when is Hollywood the moral authority?  The majority of Hollywood are boasting about their diversity, tolerance, empathy for the human race and protection of the planet.  The truth is Hollywood has no diversity when it comes to political opinions and no tolerance for those of a different opinion.  Their empathy for their fellow man is only for certain races, ages, and professions.  The planet and animals are held in high regard; much higher than the unborn child (who can be killed if disabled), or the average hunter who has to provide for his family.

The two presidential candidates this past year were two very flawed individuals.  We are all flawed human beings.  There are no perfect people; that holds true for people in Hollywood.  A presidential election is about the policies and the vision of a candidate.  Campaigns are all smoke screen and mirrors.  We the ordinary people, have a hard time making sense of what is real and what is orchestrated.  Campaigns are managed and media reflections of campaigns are driven by secular ideology to promote certain political agendas.  It is all propaganda aimed at winning the election and fooling the masses.

There is no real “news”.  News organizations are biased and spin stories for ratings and swaying public opinion.  Never was this more obvious than this past presidential election.  One candidate drove the media crazy with blunt remarks and controlling social media sites and with that his message.  The other candidate ran a conventional campaign in collusion with news organizations to downplay her flaws while vilifying and mocking her opponent.

I am proud to say that the American people in the end took to the polls and voted on policies and the candidates’ vision for the direction of this country.  They refused to be bullied.  They refused to be intimidated.

Whether or not President-elect Trump will create jobs as promised and bring relief to the middle class remains to be seen.  As of this date, he has shown great respect for the office by working hard to establish a competent cabinet while also reaching out to corporate America to open a dialogue concerning American workers.  He has been extending olive branches and opening doors.  I think that says quite a bit regarding the kind of leader we have in the next president.

Hollywood should take notes, they have much to learn.

A Boy Named Heidi

A Boy Named Heidi

My grandson is seven.  A seven-year old knows the difference between boys and girls.  They have entered that “age of reason”, in which they question and try to successfully think for themselves.  They have formed opinions and know what they like and dislike.  Little boys for the most part still like hanging out with the boys.  Little girls with their quiet and “girlie” ways seem very foreign to a boy of seven.

My grandson is no different than other boys his age.  He likes Ninja Turtles, super heroes, speed boats and robots.  He started second grade last month basking in the carefree world of class time and playing with pals at recess.  Then something happened last week that stopped him in his tracks.

He got home from school one day last week wearing a most serious face and announced to his mother, “Guess what I found out today.”  His mother could not imagine what brought about such a long face on her happy-go-lucky kid.  He cried out, “MY NEW FRIEND IS A GIRL!”  She wanted to laugh, but her little boy looked devastated.  She held back the giggles and asked him what was the name of this new friend.  He replied, “His name is Heidi.”

My daughter grew up watching Shirley Temple movies.  They were a favorite at our house, especially “Heidi”.  So at first she was not understanding why her little boy had mistaken a girl named Heidi for a boy.  My grandson explained that he had not heard that name before and “besides, he looks like a boy and he talks like a boy!”, he explained.   She lovingly smiled and asked her son how after three weeks of playing with Heidi at recess, he had finally understood that Heidi was a girl.  He said matter-of-factly, “He told me he was!”.

She could hold back the giggle no longer.  Her son did not understand what his mom thought was so funny.  He found the entire situation to be humiliating and expected his mom to be outraged that her little man was the victim of a very serious con job.  He began to explain to his mom that this girl had a haircut like a boy.  “HE LOOKS LIKE A BOY!”, he insisted.  Mom told him that he obviously liked playing with Heidi and so he should continue to play with her at recess.  “And for goodness sake, stop calling HER a HE!”.

I love this story.  It lets me know that even with all the talk about “gender identity” and “gender confusion” by adults; children, in their innocence understand that we all are created male or female.  There are still stereotypes of what males and females look like and act like.  Heidi sounds like she is “tomboyish”.  She does not fit the stereotype, but she understands that she is a girl.  She is a girl who likes short hair and rough-housing with the boys at recess.

Unfortunately the world will try to shed our children and grandchildren from their innocence and the truth.  The truth is that everyone one of us is special and made by God in His image.  God does not make mistakes.  From the time we are conceived, our gender has been decided and cannot be reversed.

Jeremiah 1:5  “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you..”

 

 

His Eye is on the Sparrow

ginger leighToday’s Gospel (Matthew 6:24-34) reminds me of a painting I purchased from artist Ginger Leigh and her story behind the painting.

A couple of years ago I fell in love with a Ginger Leigh folk art painting of two sparrows.  Ginger graciously relayed to me the inspiration behind her sparrow art.  She told me that her mother and father are a part of her art team.  Her father puts together the wood pieces on which she paints, and her mother helps with the painting.  Working together has enriched their father-daughter relationship and made them especially close.

She went on to say that the previous year, her father suffered a heart attack.  Luckily it was mild and he fully recovered; but she told me when it first happened, she was very frightened.  While at the hospital and under a nurse’s care, Ginger heard her father explain to the nurse that God must have been watching over him.  The nurse recalled the words to the gospel song, “For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.”  Her father enjoyed hearing those words and told the nurse that when he was young, his nickname was “Sparrow”.  Ginger was very surprised.  As close as she and her father were, she had never heard of that nickname.

The words of the song struck a chord with her.  She then researched the inspiration of the song and was inspired to create her lovely sparrow art.  Ginger told me that I should read the history of the song; she said it was a wonderful story.  I did – and it is!

The song was written by Civilla Martin in 1905.  Civilla and her husband were travelingin New York and stayed at a boarding house owned by Mr. and Mrs. Doolittle.  Mrs. Doolittle had been bedridden for about twenty years and her husband was confined to a wheelchair.  Despite their obvious afflictions, the couple was happy and a delight to be around.  Civilla’s husband asked the couple for their secret. Mrs. Doolittle simply replied: “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.”  Two days later, Civilla wrote a poem inspired by Mrs. Doolittle’s words.  These words were put to music by composer Charles H. Gabriel.

“Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,

Why should my heart by lonely, and long for heaven and home,

When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He;

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

I sing because I’m happy

I sing because I’m free

For His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.”

We often forget the words of Jesus: “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds in the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they? Can any of you by worrying add a single moment to your life-span?”

Jesus, I Trust in You!

C’est Bon,

Love,

Sherry

 

 

 

Jesus’ Angel

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Luke 1:26 “In the sixth month of Elizabeth’s pregnancy God sent the angel Gabriel to a town in Galilee named Nazareth. He had a message for a girl promised in marriage to a man named Joseph who was  a descendant of King David. The girl’s name was Mary. The angel came to her and said, “Peace be with you! The Lord is with you and has greatly blessed you!”.”

Before God created man, He created the heavens and all things visible and “invisible”.  The angels were in existence long before man walked the earth.  Throughout the Bible the angels are seen as messengers and protectors.  They adore, glorify and praise the Creator.  These angels play a vital role in the journey of mankind.  As Catholics, we believe people are given a guardian angel from the moment of conception.  An angel to help protect and guide us on our journey back…

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Which baby has more rights?

1 collageMy hometown has a University Research Center which specializes in the breeding, management and importation of a diverse range of nonhuman primate species for the purpose of research aimed at promoting human and animal quality of life.  There are about 6000 nonhuman primates residing on a 100 acre site with indoor and outdoor cages.  The research began in 1984 and was expanded in 1990 to include bio medical research  and the efficacy evaluation of pharmaceuticals and biotechnology products.

In April of this year, the US Department of Agriculture filed a complaint against the Research Center for violations leading to the death of 1 primate, injuries to another, and the escape of 5 primates.  These violations occurred between 2012 and 2014.  The violations sited are the mishandling of a rhesus monkey that resulted in a fracture to the animal’s arm and a separate violation for failure to diagnose the injury for 5 days,  and a design defect which resulted in the death of a macaque when its hand was trapped between one of the bars of the cage and another piece of equipment.  SAEN (Stop Animal Exploitation Now), a national animal welfare group is calling for stiff federal penalties.  SAEN was founded in 1996 and has a mission to end the abuse of animals in laboratories.  There are occasionally protesters at the Research Center, animal rights activists who are opposed to the use of animals for research.  These protests are always covered by the media.

In 2013, the Research Center paid out $38,571 in fines over the death of 3 rhesus macaques and an injury to a chimpanzee.

Since 1973 and the decision of Roe vs. Wade, there has been legalized and regulated research which involves aborted fetuses.  In 1974 the National Research Act created a national commission to oversee research involving fetuses.  In 1988, NIH Scientists requested approval from HHS to begin transplantation experiments using fetal brain tissue.  HHS approved but imposed a temporary moratorium on federal funds for research in fetal tissue transplantation.  This moratorium was extended indefinitely by Secretary Sullivan in 1989, but then lifted by President Bill Clinton in 1993.   In 1993 Congress passed the NIH Revitalization Act which permitted tissue from any abortion to be used for fetal tissue research.  The Act included an elaborate consent and documentation requirement and criminalized the sale or purchase of fetal tissue and designation of the recipient of fetal tissue.

Let’s make a comparison.

SAEN is calling for stiff penalties due to the death of one nonhuman primate and the injury of another.  The Department of Agriculture is involved.    There have been thousands of dollars in fines already paid due to the death of 3 nonhuman primates. Protests by concerned citizens have resulted in media coverage and government action.

44 MILLION UNBORN HUMAN CHILDREN ARE KILLED IN THEIR MOTHER’S WOMB EVERY YEAR WORLD WIDE.  These aborted babies are tortured and dismembered.  They are suctioned, injected and poisoned, and crushed.  Most of these deaths occur after 8 weeks of life.  At 6 to 7 weeks, a baby has arms and legs growing, the cranial nerves are visible, the heart is beating and blood is pumping.  At just 9 weeks the baby has nipples and hair follicles, toes and all essential organs. By 13 weeks, the baby has nails, genitals, and tooth buds. Another 6 weeks and the baby can hear and swallow.

The abortion supporters are comforted that these dead babies are being used for research.

Planned Parenthood who has been investigated and accused with video evidence of breaking federal laws regarding the sale and profit of fetal tissue is receiving over 1 MILLION FEDERAL TAX DOLLARS EVERY DAY.  The White House has refused to give any credit to the lengthy investigation into Planned Parenthood and refuses to investigate any wrong doing by Planned Parenthood, while launching instead an investigation into the very organization which took 30 months to collect the video evidence against Planned Parenthood.  These videos are graphic and show exactly the demise of the unborn children who are dismembered, torn apart and thrown in garbage bags.  A protest at Planned Parenthood Centers resulted in huge numbers of pro-life supporters rallying in front of over 300 Centers nation wide.  The protests and videos have largely been ignored by the media.

I am sorry that four nonhuman primates have been killed at the University Research Center.  No animals should ever be tortured or neglected.  However, I am more sorry for the unborn children who are ripped apart and sold for a profit and seen as “line items.”

It is sad that a nation that bends over backwards to treat NON-HUMANS humanely is at the same time treating a large population of HUMANS as garbage.  Their little lives are literally sucked out of existence and they are literally torn from their mother’s womb.

It is time to protect the most defenseless among us.  It is time to give all children, born and unborn, the dignity and respect they deserve.  Stop the hypocrisy.  All human life should have rights above the rights of non-humans.

Vote Pro-Life.  Lives depend upon it.

Love,

Sherry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Introducing – Planned Puppy Parenthood!

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Finally, good public healthcare is here for your four-legged members of the family!

Dogs are sexual animals.  Gone are the days when our beloved pets must be spayed or castrated.  Spaying and neutering can lead to such problems as prostrate cancer, urine incontinence and mammary tumors.  Let your doggies be free to fall in heat and express their sexual desires without the consequences and responsibilities of unwanted pregnancies.

Our clinics are private and confidential.  Your doggie will feel right at home as we deliver her from her stress and worry.

Gestation periods are only about 63 days – so most arriving at our clinics will be far gone in the gestation period.  On average there are about five to six blobs of tissue to be removed.  If early enough, the tissues can be sucked out of our patient.  But there is no time limit, there are other effective and “crunchy” methods to remove your pet’s little worries.  If need be, we can let the head be delivered and sever the spinal chord before full delivery.

Our clinic offers FREE pregnancy screenings, de-worming and heart worm medicine.  Pregnancy terminations are on a fee basis due to the costs of discording the fetal tissue.  Fee is based on the size and number of tissue being dealt with.

It is time that our pets be able to be sexually fulfilled and not suffer from the responsibilities of having to care for a litter of puppies.  After all, shouldn’t our pets be treated as well as their human owners?

PLANNED PUPPY PARENTHOOD – BECAUSE WE CARE!

Regrets…..Rebirth

I think with everything in the media right now, it is time to repost this.

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20130406_123205Last week I stopped by and visited a friend I have had for years.  She lives in another state, so we do not get to see each other often.  We had a very nice visit which included sharing with each other our Christian faiths.  That day my friend shared a very personal experience from her past with me that I have found to be one of the most profound and dramatic narratives of God’s Love and Mercy.  She has given me permission to now share her story with you.

My friend, about forty years ago, was nineteen, married, and pregnant with her first child.  The pregnancy left her extremely ill.  She did not eat much for two months, and when she did she became very nauseous.  There were further complications of bleeding.

Her doctor met with her and her husband and advised an abortion.  The doctor claimed that the pregnancy was making her too sick…

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