Back to School: My Thoughts

Hello wonderful readers of my blog!

First of all I would like to apologize.

I really was planning on posting a lot more this summer and that just didn't work out. I got lazy. I went on a trip or two. I was lazy some more.
That doesn't necessarily mean I was lazy in my Faith. I do feel like it has grown this summer. I'm not really sure how yet but soon enough the stress of school year will test it for me.

Summer always goes fast for us students. It's all been a blur- a fun, relaxing, beautiful blur. I have lots of moments that stand out to me as times when I felt perfectly content in life- licking delicious popsicles on the first day of summer, crowded onto a couch with my friends watching Audrey Hepburn, sitting around a campfire with my family, dangling my feet over the edge of a dock, laughing in a van on the way to community service, enjoying some quiet time with a friend I had really missed. Those will surely help me through any hard times to come.

 

I can understand why so many generations have built up the idea that going back to school is the most intense feeling of torture we experience in our adolescent lives. The exhausting hours of sitting in classrooms, late nights desperately studying things we don't understand, the anxiety of getting bad grades. All the negativity is centered around the possibility of failing *shudder*

Pretty much my whole academic life I've been a straight-A student. It hasn't been easy, but I've grown to expect it of myself. High school has really changed things. I've gotten used to not doing so well and have accepted it- but only in little things. Failing a test, for example, would be unacceptable.

Just like in so many other areas of our teenage lives, we are told that we have to be perfect when it comes to school. I know my parents just want me to do my best and that my teachers can always help me, but there's still the pressure of getting the best grades. Of not letting myself down.

Lately I've had to remind myself more and more often that IT WILL BE OK. I know I'm taking some really hard classes this year but IT WILL BE OK. I know that I don't have friends in all my classes but IT WILL BE OK. I probably won't get a 4.0 but IT WILL BE OK.

I'll get to see my friends every day and we can go to football games and have even more fun than we did this summer. There will be pep rallies and dances and cookies! (our school has amazing food). There will be good stuff too.

And even if that isn't enough, you know what will be enough? God. God has and is and will always be enough. No circumstance, no matter how happy or sad or relaxed or stressed it makes me can change that. If I'm up crying at 2 a.m. because I have no idea what I'm going to do about math then I can and will get down on my knees and pray and He will comfort me. If I'm having trouble with friends or boys or whatever, I can take a moment and read the Bible and let His words fill me up or pray a Rosary and have a nice long chat with Mama Mary. Plus, I'm lucky enough to go to a Catholic school and have theology class, so hopefully that will be awesome too.

"When you call me, and come and pray to me, I will listen to you. When you look for me, you will find me. Yes, when you seek me with all your heart." (Jer 29:12-13)

To all you fellow students, we can do this. It won't be easy but it's never easy. Actually, nothing that is worth it ever is.
To anyone who knows someone going back to school, please pray for me and them and all of us. It is much appreciated.

Songs that are Awesome (Mumford & Sons)

A few months ago a friend introduced me to the world of Spotify. Beforehand I never really listened to much music besides Matt Maher and Audrey Assad (who are awesome by the way) because I just wasn't really interested in anything else. With unlimited music to make my own playlists, I began to venture out.

And what did I find? Not all modern music is like that junk they play on the radio (you know... the stations that play the top 20 on repeat). I found a niche- Indie Folk/Acoustic that suits me perfectly. Now I have a lovely list of songs that I can listen to without fear that my mind is being infiltrated by all the lies society tries to tell us. Just one more thing I don't have to worry about, right? :)

You may be thinking that this is too good to be true. I know that I had put myself in a bubble that all secular music was a bad influence. To show you my new point of view, I would like to show you some lyrics by one of my favorite bands, Mumford & Sons.

Aren't they just adorable?!?

Mumford & Son's music is poetry. Put to music. When I took a moment to read the words and process what they mean, I was amazed by their pure beauty. Here's some of my favorite examples.

After the Storm
And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.

 

And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears

And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

Get over your hill and see what you find there,

With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

 

 

 

I Will Wait

But I’ll kneel down,

Wait for now

And I’ll kneel down,

Know my ground
 

And I will wait, I will wait for you

And I will wait, I will wait for you

 

 

 

Awake My Soul

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die

And where you invest your love, you invest your life

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die

And where you invest your love, you invest your life
 

Awake my soul

For you were made to meet your maker

 

 

 

Roll Away Your Stone

I seems that all my bridges have been burnt

But you say that’s exactly how this grace thing works.

It’s not the long walk home that will change this heart

But the welcome I receive with every start

Darkness is a harsh term don’t you think?

And yet it dominates the things I see

 

 

Sigh No More

Love; it will not betray you

Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free

Be more like the man you were made to be
 

There is a design, an alignment to cry

Of my heart to see,

The beauty of love as it was made to be

 

 

The highlighted parts are the lines that really, really speak to me. The ones that have me pondering the meaning of life after midnight. The ones I can picture myself dancing to at my wedding (if that's what God has in store for me). The ones that have shown me how beautiful the world can be, even if it's not Jesus Jams.

 

I hope you enjoyed these and feel free to look up the songs and listen to them- it's totally worth it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(the lovely pictures are courtesy of pintrest)

 

  

Amazing Cookies

This is completely non-faith related, but it's my blog so I guess I get to post whatever I want. And these cookies are worth their own post.

I was scrolling through pintrest the other day (one of the many ways I spend my free time) and I came across this recipe. They are called "Twix Cookies" because of the 3 main components- a shortbread thumbprint cookie filled with caramel and a chocolate drizzle on top. I said they were amazing...

This recipe is tweaked a bit. It originally called for melted store-bought caramels but I decided to make my own caramel sauce, which is a lot easier and even more delicious then it sounds.

Since it's summer I have much more time to bake and cook (another one of the ways I spend my free time). These were definitely worth the effort and if you make them you will know why!

Prep time: 15 mins
Cook time: 10 mins
Total time: 25 mins
Serves: 24 (mine made a few more)

Ingredients:
Shortbread
2/3 cup softened butter (about 10 tbs)
1/2 cup sugar
2 eggs (just the yolks)
1 tsp vanilla
1 1/2 cups flour
Caramel sauce/filling:
1 cup sugar
6 tbs butter
1/2 cup heavy whipping cream
1 tsp salt
Chocolate drizzle:
chocolate chips (I eyeballed it, but I think about 1/3 cup)

Instructions (shortbread):
1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit
2. Combine the butter, sugar, egg yolks, and vanilla on medium until creamy
3. Add flour, beat at low speed until well mixed
4. Cover and refrigerate for about an hour
5. Shape dough into 1-inch balls
6. Make a hole in the middle of each ball with your thumb or a spoon. You want to make it pretty big for maximum caramel capacity but make sure there's a good lip on the edge so it won't spill over
 and place on cookie sheet
7. Bake for 7-10 minutes (I pulled mine out 2-3 minutes early and used a spoon to re-do the holes in the middle because they'd flattened out in the oven. Then I put them back in for the remaining time.)
8. Cool
Instructions (caramel sauce):
1. Put sugar in a medium sized pot and place over medium heat
2. Start stirring constantly to prevent burning (the sugar won't do anything for a couple minutes. Then it will get increasingly clumpy and eventually become a liquid)
3. Once it has reached a nice amber color and all the big clumps are gone, add the butter
4. It will bubble a lot, but keep stirring constantly for another 1-2 minutes (but no longer)
5. Add the cream and stir until combined for one minute
6. Remove immediately and stir in salt
7. Set aside to cool
Instructions (chocolate):
1. Put chocolate chips in a microwave-safe bowl
2. Microwave for 30 seconds at a time and stir until it is completely melted (I microwaved for 1 minute. Make sure not to over-do it again or it will get a weird texture and not melt)
3. Put in a small plastic bag and snip a VERY SMALL hole in one corner (normally I just drizzle with a spoon but it wasn't working out so I used this method. I highly recommend it because the chocolate drizzle came out looking very nice).

How to assemble the cookies:
1. Either while the cookies are still on the tray (but mostly cooled) or on a wire rack (probably with something underneath), fill the middle of each cookie with caramel. I used a spoon and eyeballed it. More than a teaspoon but less than a tablespoon. Be careful that they don't overflow, but if they do it's not a big deal. The most important thing is not to skimp on the caramel- it's super yummy.
 Important note!!!!: If the caramel has cooled too much and when you stir it it isn't a homogenous liquid, heat it over medium low and stir constantly. Some of the butter may separate and rise to the top, but you can either leave this or pour it out (CAREFULLY so you don't pour out all the caramel)(I know this from experience *wink*)
2. Sprinkle a SMALL pinch of salt on each of the cookies
3. Using the chocolate in the plastic bag, pipe/squeeze lines of chocolate on top of each cookie. They do not have to be perfect by any means. See the picture if you need an example.
4. At this point they are ready to eat, but you probably want to let the caramel and chocolate set a bit. I put them in the fridge for a while. But I completely understand if you can't resist the temptation to eat one then and there.
5. Enjoy! And don't forget to leave one or two for everyone else...

I hope that if anyone decides to bake these cookies they love them as much as I did! Now I'm off to eat my last one :( They've only lasted two days in our house

Jesus is my only friend

For anyone who didn't know, yesterday was the Feast of Corpus Christi where all us Catholics celebrate the fact that Jesus is TRULY AND ACTUALLY PHYSICALLY PRESENT IN THE EUCHARIST. Yep, that's right. It's awesome.

To celebrate, my parish had a vigil of adoration for the entire night, and I was lucky enough for the first hour with my youth group. That being said, my youth leader unfortunately didn't really advertise it much and I was one of the only ones there.

I was reminded of something St. Therese wrote in her autobiography Story of a Soul that has really stuck with me. She wrote:

"No one paid any attention to me, and I would go up to the choir of the chapel and remain before the Blessed Sacrament until the moment when Papa came to get me. This was my only consolation, for was not Jesus my only Friend? I knew how to speak to Him; conversations with creatures, even pious conversations, fatigued my soul. I felt it was far more valuable to speak to God than to speak about Him..."

That quote really spoke to me. I felt a connection to St. Therese, sitting there in the Church with not a lot of other youth around me.

I talked to Jesus a lot that night. There were a lot of things in my life that needed to be sorted out and talked through with Him, and I left with a much stronger sense of how my life is going. The next morning in mass I felt so much closer to Him too. I love spending time with Jesus. I just want to spend time with Him forever. Oh wait, that's heaven :)

Maybe I was exaggerating when I said Jesus is my only friend. But He's probably my best friend. I have other friends, and I do have someone who I consider to be my best friend. But at the end of the day, it's always going to come down to Him. He's forever and everything else is temporary.

Summer!!!

After weeks (or months) of craziness and work and stress, the long awaited days of complete freedom and laziness are here!!!

 

Ok I have a confession to make. I've been on summer break for a week now. I promised myself that I'd finally blog again as soon as school got out, but that didn't happen. When you stop doing something it can take a little bit to start again. But I'm back! Two months later, but I'm back.

I'm only one week in and I don't really know what to do with myself. When I'm asleep (or half asleep and lying in bed) I want to get up and be active and productive. When I'm awake I just want to sleep. I am a teenage after all. I'm pretty sure that I've more than made up for the hours of sleep I missed studying for finals.

I guess that's really why I'm writing this. To prove to myself that I am making use of the time I have to do whatever I want. I don't have a lot to share about my faith at the moment. I hate to say it but if I said anything else it wouldn't really be the truth. My faith kind of got put on hold these past few weeks. School and my social life shouldn't be the most important thing in my life, but it can be a slippery slope. Don't worry, I'm getting myself back on track for a awesome and God-filled summer.

However, I do have a few little things to share that I've spent a while thinking about this summer.

1. Music
A friend introduced me to the world of Spotify and since then I've been working on my own Indie-acoustic playlist. No, it's not Jesus Jams but it's the next best thing. Here's a few of my favorites:
          "Awake My Soul"- Mumford and Sons (this one is really good)
          "New Slang"- The Shins
          "Mountain Sound"- Of Monsters and Men
          "Wings"- Birdy
          "Photograph"- Ed Sheeran

2. Art
Art is one of my favorite things to do. Or draw. I decided to turn the rest of my English notebook into a sketchbook to fill this summer. It's coming along nicely. Doodling (or copying off of Pintrest) is very relaxing, and I would highly recommend it if you're ever bored.

p.s. those pictures aren't things I've drawn, just things I use for "inspiration" ;)

3. Books
I haven't exactly spent as much time reading this week as I would like to (too much time sleeping I guess). This may be because the humongous list of books I have to read is a little overwhelming. They aren't even required, I just want to read them for fun. It's amazing what a difference one hour of quiet reading can make. It can change your whole day. In summer when my days don't really consist of anything, reading can be very important.
I would give you a list of the books I want to read, but it's very vague and I honestly don't have one. Instead enjoy these nice pictures of books.

 

 

 

 

Divine Mercy Sunday

Happy Divine Mercy Sunday everyone!!!
Never mind the fact that it was actually yesterday. A ton of things came up last night right when I was originally planning on writing this. So this is as good as we're going to get.

I posted a you tube video the other day titled "Easter and Books!". Well, it was titled something else first and then I changed it to be more relevant. But you get the idea.
Here's the link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMODBXbVxYE
I mentioned six books I've bought recently (If you'd like to know the titles, check the description box of the video), one of which was  Divine Mercy in My Soul by St. Faustina Kowalska. a.k.a. the young polish nun who Jesus chose to spread the Divine Mercy message to the whole world. Basically, it's her diary where she recorded everything Jesus told her.

I'm sure that most the people reading this know all about that, so I'm not going to go into the history of it. However, I would like to share my experience with the Divine Mercy Novena leading up to Divine Mercy Sunday.
This year was the first year I've prayed it, much thanks to praymorenovenas.com. It started on Good Friday and concluded on the seventh day of the octave of Easter (Saturday).

It. Was. Amazing.

Normally when I see in my inbox that there's a new novena coming up, I have to come up with some random intention to pray for. With this novena, there's a specific intention  included every day. With each day of the novena, you immerse certain souls in the sea of God's mercy and draw them into Christ's most compassionate heart- from religious to unbelievers to lukewarm followers.
There's almost nothing more awesome than that.
It was so calming- a spiritual peace would come into my soul as I said the first words of the novena each time. And praying the Divine Mercy Novena for nine days straight really made me aware of how praying for mercy for yourself and others gives us humility and allows us to be more patient and merciful ourselves.

I'm only 50 pages into St. Faustina's Diary, and already highlighting and notes can be seen on almost every page. It can be very random- a description of a trip to a shrine in one entry and then a deep reflection on forgiveness and tons of other mind-blowing things that only the Holy Spirit could have inspired.
Just as Jesus promised St. Faustina that she would receive many graces, so can we receive graces just from reading His message through her words.
I would highly recommend getting a copy if you're interested.

Divine Mercy is a devotion that every Catholic can fall in love with- especially with the Year of Mercy coming up.
It has already helped me have a stronger faith and prayer life, and it's only been a little over a week.
I can't wait to read even more and become more devoted to our Lord's mercy!

May you be constantly reminded of how much God loves you and that His mercy is unconditional no matter what happens in your life.

Easter✞

HAPPY EASTER!!!
It's always kind of bothered me that we don't have a special way to say "Happy Easter". Like "Merry Christmas". "Merry Easter" just sounds wrong.
And bunnies. Why bunnies?

But do you know what's more important?!?
Jesus.

I was going to have this whole long post about Lenten reflections, but then it was almost midnight and with only about 30 minutes of Lent left, I figured that it wasn't worth it. I also figured that you've had enough of my vague and deep ramblings. So instead I have something that is in no way vague and is straight to the point; a graph.

 

 

I can't measure the "amount of holiness" inside of me, but from what I can remember, it went something like this. Let's agree to ignore the first 3/4 of it. Now that last week- that was pretty fantastic.

I finally got myself to much-needed confession, was filled to the brim with awesome graces that made me feel finally close to God again, went to mass and stations, prayed, etc. The Triduum was pretty great too. I used to think that I had to be overwhelmed with intense emotions when thinking about anything related to Christ's Passion. But you don't, you just have to be there with Him, hold Him, wait for Him.

 

There's this image I've had in my mind over the past few weeks: walking the road to Calvary with Jesus, picking up my cross every day, and finally being worthy to die and rise with Him. Halfway though Lent, when I found myself not moving forward at all, I thought I wouldn't make it and that I'd be left behind. It wasn't until after He came back for me that I realized that I am and never will be worthy do die with Him. Even Peter, his right hand man, refused to be crucified the same way. It doesn't depend on if I'm worthy or not, it depend on if I'm willing to receive His mercy or not.

 

 

 

Easter, oh Easter. Is there really a certain way you're supposed to feel around Easter time? It's not warm and cozy like Christmas.

 

It's calm. The soft rain trickles onto the pavement. The green grass shoots up its roots inch by inch. The flowers open their buds and the degrees slowly rise. Everything is new.

There's joy. The joy of running into Christ's arms. Even just 3 days without Him is agonizing. His arms around you, relief flowing out of you from His embrace. Silence. Because no words need to be said between you. For my soul, being with Him is enough, and everything else is not enough.

 

 



Giving It Our All

In two weeks it will be Good Friday.
I had to say that a couple times until it sunk in.
Wow.

But it's not over yet!
This is the part of Lent were we've got to get it all we've got.

Once I ran a 5k. Just once (haha actually I've run a couple 5k's but I am in no way a runner). Anyways. I kept a steady pace most of the way. Had a cramp here, had to stop there, but kept going. Towards the end, I sprinted and pushed by body to the furthest it could go (which isn't necessarily very far. Like I said, I'm not a runner). But I ended up in 2nd place.

Now, anyone who has ever pushed themselves too far while running knows what tends to follow. But that's besides the point.

I am one of those people who let's themselves have a little reward on Sundays because going a whole week without whatever you gave up is hard. It should be.
I mentioned this to someone who generally doesn't really agree with Catholicism in general. Which includes not feeling the need to make a Lenten sacrifice. But she told me that I wasn't really getting the point. That if I was going to refuse to do this now but as soon as Sunday morning comes around jump on the opportunity, then it wasn't really a sacrifice.

My first reaction was that she needs to remove the log from her eye before trying to remove the splinter from mine. I see now that just thinking that probably means I'm the one with a log in my eye.
She made me think.

Our priest said in his homily today that we don't have enough time left to radically discipline or change ourselves. All we can do now is look within, into our hearts, and see what God has written there.

Sure, I've been making sacrifices these past 30-something days. I started out pretty strong. I've gotten shaky.
But I have two weeks. You have two weeks. We have two weeks.
Two weeks to suffer and be awesome and give it our all.
To actually take time to pray. To give someone a genuine smile when they're being really annoying. To do more homework when you just want to crawl in bed. To refuse temptations when they're waved in your face. To keep your mouth shut when you want attention or feel the need to be rude or gossip. To do little things with great love.

To see Christ in each person and treat them with the love you'd give to Him.

Jesus didn't enjoy suffering. He didn't necessarily want it. But He did want to save us from our sin. To obey. To love completely. To the end.
"I am troubled now. Yet what should I say? 'Father, save me from this hour'?... when I am lifted up from the earth I will draw everyone to myself."

What I Have to Offer

Hello you lovely people.

I don't believe in making excuses. But towards the end of last quarter I was so mentally drained that I couldn't really do anything but the bare minimum. I was holding on by a thread, counting the hours until Spring Break.

It's very inconvenient how Spring Break always falls right in the middle of Lent. On one hand, we are all in desperate need of some time to just be lazy, and on the other we know that we should be focusing on being penitent and growing in prayer and love for God.

There's no compromise. All or nothing.

But I'm not here to talk about my vacation or whether or not I have been good or bad or whatever.
Earlier today I was reflecting on the past week (which has been a great time) and I started wondering if I could have done more. If I could have gotten up early to pray a rosary instead of sleeping in. If I could have been a little less crazy and a better example. It was really getting to me, actually.

All the possibilities and chances not taken.

Obviously it was too late. I was too late. I had failed.

Often I have to stop myself when I find myself thinking like this and say to myself "Wait. Who exactly have you failed? Who set all these expectations that were not met?"

God doesn't set goals for us. He doesn't say that if we do this or that we'll be rewarded. He doesn't require anything from us. He just wants us.

Over the past few days I've been lost in myself and my experiences, but still I can point out a handful of moments that shine like stars though the darkness of everything the world has to offer. Moments where I offered my heart to God.
Small, instantaneous, and undeniably beautiful.
This is all I have to offer this week, and I know it's not enough, but nothing will ever be enough.

Lent is about the journey, and for me that's 49% me stumbling around and 51% Jesus dragging me back up again.
Sometimes we fall flat on our faces. It just so happens that this is the most humble place you can be, lying at His feet.

He pulls me up, embraces me, and we keep going.

Bring on the Suffering

We've made it guys!!! Finally, the first Sunday of Lent. (a.k.a. time for me to have chocolate and catch up on everything that's been going on in the internet). You'd be surprised what you can miss in less than a week.
Now that we've taken the first step, there's no going back. For me, it hasn't been that painful, which means I'm probably doing something wrong. Anyone can come up with an excuse for anything. I've been inching in, but it's time to jump in headfirst.

Something that I have done these past few days is fasting from music. I know, kind of weird. And considering that the only music I ever listen to is Christian music, there really isn't a need. It's not like I'm listening to all those horrible song lyric and letting them infiltrate my mind. Remember those Benedictine's album I mentioned? That's all I've been listening to. It's such a relief to plug in my headphones and immerse myself in the chanting as I work. And then Sunday comes around and I can enjoy my favorite Jesus Jams even more than I regularly would. The nun's songs are the constant simplicity that I have a feeling will carry me through this Lent.

I know it's lame to talk about the weather but it's the most interesting thing in my life right now. You see, down here in Texas if the temperature drops below 40 and it starts sprinkling, everything within a 100 mile radius shuts down. Completely. The grocery stores are wiped out and all flights are cancelled. I'm only slightly exaggerating. Slightly.
Which means, I don't have school tomorrow! A snow day without snow? We have a lot of those...

So for some encouragement and motivation as we face the first full week of Lent, I have some quotes/bible verses that I think are pretty great.

"As Lent is the time for greater love, listen to Jesus' thirst...'Repent and Believe" Jesus tells us. What are we to repent? Our indifference, our hardness of heart. What are we to believe? Jesus thirsts even now, in your heart and in the poor-- he knows your weakness, He wants only your love, wants only the chance to love you."

-Mother Teresa

 

"The most beautiful act of faith is the one made in darkness, in sacrifice, and with extreme effort."

-Padre Pio

 

"Be careful that your hearts do not become drowsy from the anxieties of this life, and that day catch you by surprise."

-I forgot to write down the verse number oops

 

 

I'm really looking forward to Easter. But even more than that, I'm looking forward to more suffering because more suffering means more love.
To choose all is to give all.

 





And to dust we shall return

So I was planning on writing a pre-Lenten reflection yesterday, but obviously that didn't happen.
AND NOW IT'S ASH WEDNESDAY CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME HOW IT APPEARED SO QUICKLY?!?

I have to admit, Lent has always been really scary to me. Fasting, praying, it's all so pointless without love (which I didn't really have a lot of).
I didn't understand Lent. Lent is one of those things you have to understand in your heart. Even if you give up everything possible to give up without going crazy and you didn't do it out of love, it's completely pointless. It doesn't change you. It's a waste.

But if when you are tempted to break your Lenten fast or be lazy in your prayer life and instead you look up and say to God "no. I'm going to do this for You. You're more important." That's what Lent is all about.

I'm trying to keep this short and sweet because I wasn't really planning on blogging during Lent. Maybe on Sundays. I think that sounds like a good plan.


But before I go, I want to give you three little things that have already made the start to my Lent pretty great.

1) Lent at Ephesus- Benedictines of Mary, Queen of Apostles.
This CD can be purchased for about $12 off iTunes, and it is definitely worth it. I've been listening to it (literally) non-stop all afternoon while I do my homework. Basically, these awesome contemplative nuns are so awesome that people wanted to make their music available to the public so that we could all know what it is like to be in their chapel. And it is soooooo beautiful!!!!
I mean, come on. Nuns + Lent= Awesome Lent

2) Stations of the Cross
At my old school on every Friday of Lent, we would get together and pray the Stations of the Cross in our beautiful church. In high school, however we don't have the time and space to do that.
So I came up with an alternative.
I cut out these tiny and beautiful pictures of each station and put them around my room. Now every Friday I can walk around my room and pray. And seeing them each day is a nice reminder of how much Christ suffered out of love for us and that now it's our turn to suffer for Him.

3) Veggie Tales!!!!!!!
I used to love Veggie Tales so much when I was a kid. I have fond memories of learning about the wall of Jericho and singing along to the song "I don't got no belly button".
In the society we're living in, most of the t.v. shows meant to be watched by teens are just about sarcasm, sex, and selfishness. It's horrible. I do have a few shows that I really enjoy watching that don't lay it on heavy, but this Lent I'm going to enjoy myself and watch some old Veggie Tales classics when I'm bored instead of any old show on Netflix.

And if you were wondering, the title of this post doesn't really have anything to do with what I just wrote. I just thought it sounded cool.

Man Crush Monday (Catholic Version)

I can't help myself from falling in love with just about every saint whose biography I read, even if it is just a paragraph.
But every once and a while, I come across one who is special.
I know they're special because I feel like I know them, like I could talk to them just as if they were next to me.
Of course, it does help to be able to read their personal writings.
Most of the time these saints I find are widely known and loved, and I have to remind myself that they aren't exclusively for me, that such wonderful people must be shared.

My latest fascination is different than the usual adolescent girl type that I'm normally drawn to (Therese, Maria Goretti, Chiara Luce).
He is a boy.
The only other male saint who I've ever felt drawn to have a devotion to is JPII (and Jesus, but that's a different type of relationship altogether).

My latest obsession is no less than Bl. Pier Giorgio Frassati
a.k.a. Bl. Pier Giorgio Frahottie ;)

Yes, he is a very attractive young Catholic man. There is no denying that.
But more importantly is who he was and how he lived.

I'm not going to give you a biography because I still need to read a complete one myself, but I will give you a couple incidents that I feel makes him seem so real.

Bl. Frassati's father was not a man of faith. In fact, he could be considered an atheist. He didn't understand or approve of his son's love of the Church and of Christ.
Knowing this helps me to know that even when those close to me don't get why I love Jesus so much, I shouldn't worry about what they think of me, only of what God thinks of me.

Bl. Frassati liked to have fun. He would go to parties and gamble and have fun with his friends. There was one point when he was playing a game of poker or pool or something and one of his friends asked him what he would do if he knew that the world would end very soon.
He told his friend that he would go along playing the game because God could see how perfectly content and joyful he was in that moment and wouldn't want it to be any different.
(keep in mind that I'm paraphrasing.)

When he lost bets to his friends, he would pay them what he owed, seeing as he came from a wealthy family but had no problem giving it all away.
When his friends lost bets to him, however, he would force them to go to mass or adoration with him. He would be reverently praying in a pew and his friends would be asleep in the back of the Church.

Pier and his friends formed a society purely for the purpose of playing practical jokes on people, like messing up the sheets on a priest friend's bed so that he couldn't put his feet all the way down.

Bl. Frassati loved the outdoors and the feel of the sun on his face and blood pumping through his veins.
He loved laughing out of pure joy and spending time with people who made him happy.
He loved giving all that he had away, and this eventually led him to die at the age of 24 of polio which he probably contracted from the poor he served.

Bl. Frassati lived. He lived life to the fullest and never looked back.
I ask for his intercession that I (and also whoever is reading this) could be as brave as he was and truly be who we were made to be.

And in the words of Bl. Frassati himself,

Verso L'Alto

"To the heights"

Becoming a Morning Person

Before I begin, let me make this clear: I have never been and never will be a person who functions best before noon.

The alarm went off at 6 o'clock, and the soft melody to Audrey Assad's "Restless" snuck into my dreams before I realized that it wasn't just in my head. I faintly remember muttering no more than the first third of the Angelus before drifting off again.


Finally at 6:45 I managed to drag myself out of bed, put my cold feet on the ground, pull out my phone and pray Lauds, or the morning prayer of the Church, from my Laudate app.
The repetitive chanting of the words is just what my lazy brain needs when it wants to sleep for another twelve hours. I'm not awake enough to come up with such beautiful words myself to set myself on the right path for the rest of the day.
The short reading is always on point- or maybe I think it's really philosophical because I'm still so tired. And the petitions are beyond beautiful:

"Every day is proof of your love: as you bring us this new day, make us new in mind and heart."
"May our lives today be filled with your compassion; give us the spirit of forgiveness and a generous heart."

And the closing prayer- "The Lord bless us, and keep us from all evil, and bring us to everlasting life."
Morning prayer is just what I need to hold my life together.


Now that I was slightly more awake, I was able to lift my heart to the heavens and recite the lyrics of one of my favorite songs right now: "Love Came Down"
"If my heart is overwhelmed and I cannot hear Your voice, I'll hold on to what is true though I cannot see. If the storms of life they come, and the road ahead gets steep, I will life these hands in praise; I will believe.
I'll remind myself of all that You've done and the life I had because of Your Son.
Love came down and rescued me, Love came down and set me free,
and I am Yours, I am forever Yours."

I also felt very fancy and sophisticated this morning as I relaxed while eating my delicious bowl of oatmeal with plenty of brown sugar and a nice cup of English Breakfast tea. Yum. It would have been the perfect time to read a couple pages of The Story of a Soul.

As my mom pulled out of the driveway to take me to school, I glanced up at the sky and gasped in wonder and awe at the sky above me. Clouds are always prettiest at dawn and at dusk. And today they were magnificent.
I could hear so clearly Jesus taking me by the hand and saying "see how much I love you?"

Now you may be thinking that my morning could not get any better than this. But you're wrong.
I had theology first period, and my teacher announced that we were going to daily mass in the chapel.
My heart started racing in my chest, I was so excited. I couldn't believe my luck.
*correction: I couldn't believe that the Holy Spirit was being so good to me*


When I got home from school, I went outside and sat down in our hammock to reflect on how awesome the day had been and to relax. It was the perfect time to pray the rosary, so I did. The sky was blue, birds were chirping, the trees were swaying in the wind, and my brothers were having fun playing soccer. All was right in the world.
(and if you were wondering, yes I live in Texas so we're enjoying wonderful weather as opposed to all that snow up north).

This put the in the perfect mood to be a productive person for once, and the result is that my room is more clean than it has been in at least a month. And I got some homework done even though I don't have classes tomorrow. 
And now I get to enjoy myself and read and write and pray and eat puppy chow while sitting on my comfy bed and I am happy :)


Today has been the best day I've had in a long time.
On a scale of 1-10, it was probably an 8. I'm saving my 9 for the Best Day Ever. And 10 for Heaven of course.
And it all started with taking the time this morning to find my inner peace, joy, and thankfulness and to appreciate the beauty of the day lying before me. I should try it more often.

Just to close this very, very long blog post, I want to leave you awesome person with a couple verses from the book of Proverbs that I flipped open to between cleaning and doing homework. My favorite are the last two lines. Very deep.

Proverbs 16: 1-9
"Plans are made in human hearts,
but from the Lord comes the tongue's response.
All one's ways are pure in one's own eyes,
but the measurer of motives is the Lord.
Entrust your works to the Lord,
and your plans with succeed.
The Lord has made everything for a purpose,
even the wicked for the evil day.
Every proud heart is an abomination to the Lord;
be assured that none will go unpunished.
By steadfast loyalty guilt is expiated,
and by fear of the Lord evil is avoided.
When the Lord is pleased with someone's ways,
he makes even enemies be at peace with them.
Better a little with justice,
than a large income with injustice.
The human heart plans the way,
but the Lord directs the steps."