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God has Crowned His Christ With Victory

18 Wednesday Nov 2015

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Week 1, Tuesday Evening Prayer, Antiphon 1, Psalm 20

A prayer for the King’s Victory

Myth Lord answer in time of trial;

may the name of Jacob’s God protect you.
May he send you help from his shrine

and give you support from Zion.

May be remember all your offerings

and receive your sacrifice with favor.

May he give you your heart’s desire

and fulfill eery one of your plans.

May we ring out our joy at your vitory

and rejoice in the name of our God,

May the Lord grant all your prayers.

I am sure now that the Lord

will give victory to his anointed,

will reply from his holy heaven

with the mighty victory of his head.

Some trust in chariots or horses,

but we in the name of the Lord.

They will collapse and fall,

but we shall hold and stand firm.

Give victory to the king, O Lord,

give answer on the day we call.

If God establishes the kingdom in our hearts, when He is victorious, can He not be victorious in our bodies, minds and souls?

Is it possible to give Him victory over whatever mess is in us?  Isn’t there a great battle waging in there, too?

Why would we withhold that Victory from Him?  And let Him be King in His little corner of His Kingdom, which is us?

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originally posted in Little Good Things – Build His Kingdom (littlecarpenters.wordpress.com)

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Orienting My Life to God’s Will

17 Tuesday Nov 2015

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Just something I came across, straightening out Daddy’s bookcase.  

Blessed Abbot Marmion.  I like him.  I think this is just what I needed.  I’ve been feeling Jesus prod me into the corner of our room, into our prayer chairs.

I think I’ll pray.

originally posted in Little Good Things – Build His Kingdom (littlecarpenters.wordpress.com)

Self-Talk

17 Tuesday Nov 2015

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We’re reading this book on Community at Carmel.  It’s by this man from the 1960s who made a community serving disabled people.  He’s not a priest.  Nor a saint.

I found myself rolling my eyes during that hour of discussion.  And I didn’t say much.

I caught up on my reading while everyone talked.

Community-love.  Community-patience.  What’s this?  Childhood wounds? And forgiveness?

I tell your Dad, in a moment, I figured out that whole section.  God.  :)

The idea is that we all have childhood wounds.  Things, situations, people types that make us feel fearful, inadequate, uncomfortable.  I know about this because as the last kid and Chronicler of the Perez-ii, I understand childhood wounds.

I know my childhood wounds.

I was left alone a lot.  No one came by to see me a lot.  I know I was probably forgotten a lot.  This probably explains my low-threshold for taking risks in relationships.

I know that childhood wound is there, and I’ve noticed, the closer I’ve gotten to God these past several years, the more it has receded.  The closer I’ve gotten to Jesus, I more bouyant and ethereal and loving I become.  Like him.

But every now and then, I’m thrust into a familiar situation my old self recognizes.  In those moments, I forget having put on the new man and I revert to the same stories of my immature youth:  suspicion, conspirial, untrusting.  Scared.

So, Community Guy talks about this.  And then he remind us that OTHER people suffer from childhood wounds, too.  Get it?  They’re hurting, they’re bummed, and, very possibly, they’re rutted into a way of life or thinking they may not know they’re stuck in.  Poor people.

Community Guy says we have to forgive ourselves.

Yes, because I keep doing the same thing.  Yeah, that’s right — I got childhood wounds!

Really, I know this about myself.  Self-knowledge, remember?

How curious it is that I’ll find myself in a group of people for an extended period of time and suddenly, I’ll have a premonition about our exact birth-order had we been born to the same family:  I am always the younger sister.

And the younger sister pouts.  And thinks these older siblings are full of themselves and airs and whatevs.

Yeah.  Not nice.

So, this situation at work.

I knew what I was walking into this time during our 6th grade meeting.  I thought, childhood wounds.  And you know what?  It calmed that critical part of myself.  I shut myself up.

And when I got back to my room, I had minutes before the next period, and I wrote this down:

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I’ve learned something about Writer’s Notebooks (WNBs).  When you write something, you’re telling yourself something. You tend to remember what you’ve told yourself.  How else do people develop self-defeating, destructive behavior?

It says:

Work-Things to Remember

An on-going list.

Community

– I have wounds.  Other people have wounds.

– I will be like Jesus, loving and encouraging!

Successes

– Shut up.  Sometimes people just don’t want to hear it.

– No matter what inflections you use, people may just not feel it.

– It doesn’t mean they hate you.  Refer to Community.  #1.

I sure have a lot to learn.  Sometimes I’m really haughty and full of myself.  Who knew?

Love you guys.

originally posted in Little Good Things – Build His Kingdom (littlecarpenters.wordpress.com)

What Our Posts Really Are Supposed to Look Like

17 Tuesday Nov 2015

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I can’t believe I just typed out 1400 words.

Well.  I knew I had it in me, somewhere.

I hope y’all aren’t thinking, man — that’s what we’re gonna be doing here?  1400 words?

No.

The idea is to create a safe space to encourage one another while it is still today.

Because today is hell.  Really.  It’s mean and rotten and I don’t like it.  But I love us, I love God, I love people.

I need refreshment.  What better place to do it than create the expectation that there exists a place for me, you, us where I can safely unload the God-thoughts I’ve had during the day.  What better place to know there is such a place.  Gee — therefore, I will think!

Build it and they will come.  With their God-thoughts.

It’s time we share them.

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originally posted in Little Good Things – Build His Kingdom (littlecarpenters.wordpress.com)

First Post – Por Que?

17 Tuesday Nov 2015

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Hey, kids and Dad.

That feels so nice.

I’m just typing up this quick note so I can always remember why I wanted us to start doing this.

When I stayed home this past Wednesday and Thursday (Nov 11, 12), I remembered all the time I spent waiting for you to come home.  Lauren came, but only for a little while.. and you, Vince, maybe you would have come, but didn’t.

TWICE I caught myself looking at the little family picture in our bedroom — the one we took when we were parishioners at St. William’s — and I was moved.  Not because you all were growed and I wish y’all were little.  Tears came to my eyes because I knew that me waiting for Dad and Little Kids to show up from school was all a temporary thing.  I would never be a Stay-at-Home Mom for them.  I always thought that when all the kids made it to elementary school, then that was it — I would stay home forever getting ready for your return.

For me, that meant the opportunity to prepare spiritually and corporally.  Dad will tell you — because I’m sure he feels this way, too — I’ve always felt like I was kinda thrown into life before I knew what was going on.  I think it’s been like that for me all — or most — of my adult life.  I’ve never felt I’ve “arrived.”

Now that I think about it, I doubt I’ll ever feel that way.  Maybe that’s God’s way.  What if He won’t allow it?  What if He prefers to actually have this “unsettled” feeling of virtual vertigo as I roam through life, just so I can know that I can only rest in Him?  Is this what’s happening to all of us?

So, yeah — my expectation:  the time would come when y’all would be in school and I would be be able to play “catch up” — and get my body, mind, soul and life together.  Yeah.  Then I got a job.  The rest went to hell.

Eeeegsh.  What an ugly house.  Mess, mess, disgust, fatigue, more fatigue and worse and worser and worsest mess.  Nasty.

So, one day, I’m about to trip into a nap triggered by a pseudo-migrane — because I hadn’t had coffee all day — because I was fluish and feverish like that guy from Bourne Identity and The Cool Lady With the Cool House — and I look up when I’m about to shut my eyes … and I see you guys.  And just like that, like flipping a switch, I cry.

My children.  My little children who once all surrounded me,  a teeny baby on up to a little young man.  In the picture.  Just not with me.

Then I thought of Beatrice, Paul and Audry, and how I know they’re still still waiting for me and Dad.  They’re waiting.. they just don’t know it.

We’d been slaves to the idea of being slaves to what we’re slaves to:  stuff.  The idea was overwhelming, I think.  Had been for years — we’d been cut off from what we planned and, suddenly, there was no time.  The mess stayed.  We’d come home and visit.

“Hey, mess, how ya doing?”

“Miserable.”

“Why?”

“Because my existence hasn’t made you succumb into a corner and commit suicide.  I will, though.  You just wait.”

“… whatev.  See you when I get back from work.  Make sure you get outta my way, though.  I plan on hitting the sofa hard.  You and you,  Papers.  Back under the sofa and into cabinets with ya’!”

I mentally wrestled with Mess.  Meanwhile, the kids suffered.  We know the kids suffered.  God doesn’t give us self-knowledge for nothing.  This is a grace — I will embrace this, this knowing part about me:  I am a slob.

Thankfully, that’s not all I’ve learned through the grace of self-knowledge.  I learned amid Mess, whenever he decided to rear his head, you guys had an okay childhood with Mama home and Dada coming home after a long day.  Sweet Family Reunions got started in that epoch (maybe that’s why we love reuniting so much!).  I learned that even though I could never ever quite get rid of Mess, Daddy and I weren’t doing such a bad job raising you guys.  You had your games, climbing, tea parties, little events, parks, little trips, your little childhood.  You were okay.

I mean, it’s like sin, right?  We can’t wait to be perfect to be parents — when we had you guys, we didn’t have time to think about those things.  We dove right in with Faith.  We knew this.  Toward the end of my staying home, we understood this.  Then work happened.

Evil, World-work.  Money-grubby, competitive, think only of ME, even when you think you’ve escaped my periphery-Work. I’m Not Don’t With You-Work.  When I Tell You!!-Work.  When *I* Please, Not You, Slaaaaave!-Work.  Worry about me again!  Stress for me again!!  Veronica WHO????  Momma WHO?????  HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!  Old!!  Alone!!  Done For!!!!!

Oy.

So, come that Thursday, at 11:20a when I was trying to put that migraine to bed, there began a trickle.

Then came another the next day when it was time for me to root through my [Mess] drawer, when your beautiful faces greeted mine as I looked up in frustration in not finding underwear for my bath.

Then came another Friday after school when I heard about Paris, the secular city of love.  Duality.  There’s something going in the spiritual, Veronica.  Pay attention to it.  Death by demons doesn’t just occurring in real life.

Then came another trickle when I couldn’t reach either one of you ..my touchstones.

Then came another when Dora, the founder of our Secular Carmelites said,

“pray to St. Michael and tell him you need him now, to come now!”

and another when God said

“At that time there shall arise Michael, the great prince, guardian of your people;” (Daniel 12:1)

Is he here now?  To help me now?

And another when God again said,

“Be vigilant and all time and pray that you have the strength to stand before the Son of Man. ” (Mark 13:24-32).

I needed to choose.

For years, I saw and ignored what was in front of me.  I saw my Mess and ignored it.  I saw Jesus and ignored Him.  My house wasn’t ready.  My house wasn’t ready.

For my children, nor my God.

Last night, I stayed up until 1a sweeping my house.

Woke up at 4:45 to take care of the job, left right at 3:30p to bring my children home to enjoy their home, each other, and love.  Wash clothes, go to Church school.  Do things other than the couch.

Today, I felt a wonderfully light peace.  I gave my students thoughtful things to do (which were brilliant considering the mess we’re in as a department!), I let go of things that didn’t matter, I worked on getting rid of ideas that could be harmful and didn’t matter and when I realized I felt “lighter,” I reasoned that whatever demon had been bothering me to sloth wasn’t around.

I’m sure about this.

Now I tell your Dad, if we leave something out, I want us to ask, ‘Is it worth it?’ because it will pile up.”

Mess can come back.

The pile will become bigger and Mess will re-appear and distract us again from children, family, life, love and God.

I don’t want the little demon coming back.  I am sure he lurks, though, waiting to bring his 7 horrible, evil demonic friends with him.

Cleanliness is certainly next to godliness.

I don’t think about what I’ve done, as a Mom, wife and friend, how I’ve deprived my loved ones because I worried (and did nothing) over Mess for these past several years. Because to do so would be the same as holding a picture of sin in my hand and pinning it onto a mirror to look at everyday — to remember what a horrible, faithless person I am, to do this to my children,  my husband, my God, to me and my peace.  To never forget it.

No.  God is merciful.  And for me to be merciful to my loved ones, I have to move on.  And forgive myself.  So I can keep my eye bright and lightsome so that I can continue seeing.

Because today, God said to me,

What wilt thou that I should do to thee?

And I (the blind man) said to him:

Rabboni that I may see.”  (St. Mark 10:51, Luke 18:35-43)

My favoritest line ever.

He knows it’s my favorites line.  I know He’s answering my prayer, because Saturday, I heard Him also say,

‘Because she keeps bothering me I shall deliver a just decision for her…’   Will not God then secure the rights of his chosen ones who call out to him day and night?

That I may see.  That I may always, always see.

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I am Wife, he is Husband -- I'm here to find our voice.

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