Sunday, May 27, 2012

Sacred Heart of Jesus

First Friday coming up this week - June 1
Feast of Sacred Heart - June15

Promises of His Sacred Heart to help those who honor His Sacred Heart

Twelve Promises of

1. "I will give to My faithful all the graces necessary in their state of life."

2. "I will bring peace to their homes."

3. "I will comfort them in all their sufferings."

4. "I will be their safe refuge against all the snares of their enemies in life, and above all in death."

5. "I will bestow abundant blessings upon all their undertakings."

6. "Sinner shall find in my heart the source and infinite ocean of mercy."

7. "Fervent souls shall mount to high perfection."

8. "I will bless every home in which an image of My Heart will be honored."

9. "Tepid souls shall become fervent."

10. "I will give to priests the gift of touching the most hardened hearts."

11. "Those who promote this devotion shall have their names written in My Heart, never to be effaced."

12. "To all those who receive Communion. On the First Friday of the month, for nine consecutive months, I will grant to grace of final repentance."

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Thursday, May 17, 2012

The Garden

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth-
One is nearer God's Heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.

-Dorothy Gurney

So true especially when you add the heavenly scents of lilies, gardenias and roses. Even the bitter smell of a tomato plant is nice. The nurturing mother instinct helps to love a garden, to bring for food to feed her family and see new life grow.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Come into my Parlor...

A collection of strange items in my daughter's room, others might find strange, but we like the stories behind them.

I should explain why all the pictures were taken in the hue of orange. Molly had rearranged her room and added Christmas lights across the ceiling. It is a warm and festive place. Her siblings know it is a treat to hang out in their big sister's room. I stopped in for a visit after I gave good night kisses to the other sleepy heads, and noticed the fascinating collections in her room.

A painting inspired by the poem, "The Spider and the Fly"
This was a early water color by Molly - dating back to second grade. The spider is dreaming of all the neatly wrapped flies in her pantry:

"'Will you step into my parlor?' said the spider to the fly..."
    Molly does most of her painting at night, when the house is calm. This one is Kitty's bad dream:

Bacon & Cheese crickets and Mexican Spice Larvets - yumm....? don't know
From a trip to the Museum of Natural Science.

From Biology assignment of a model of the results of mating two species.Pig/Lizard: Piggards & Ligs

Ok, I don't have a story on this guy - just thought he was fierce and worthy of notice:

Molly's glow-in-the-dark crucifix we've had since she was very young. And rosary beads given to her after Mass on her first Communion day by a sweet stranger.

Bloody Arm Flag - Courageous moment in the turning point of the Texas Revolution
Copy of Flag designed and flown over the fort in Goliad, TX where decisions were made not to remain a state of Mexico but to fight for independence as a Republic
Resolved that the former province and department of Texas is a free, sovereign, and independent State...[with] all the powers, faculties, attributes, and immunities of other independent nations.

We "Remember the Alamo", we should shout "Remember Goliad" for all the men slaughtered by Santa Anna in their quest for Texas's Independence.

Max's high school geometry tessellation project:. Started off as random shapes, some turned out to be Jack Sparrow and Squidward

I love the warm glow of Christmas lights - why not enjoy their glow year round?

Except without my contacts, this is what it looks like to me:
This British Sentinel was a cheap or free garage sale find (from our neighbor that travels to England). It was given to Molly by a younger sister who thought it was pretty creepy. I agree. At first glance, it's just weird. baby doll face, with black hair painted on the back, strange misshapen hands, but....

look how angry the face and eyes are...creepy

just a few other random weirdness on shelves: (mostly gifts from her sister who thought they were too creepy. The thumb is from a magic kit.

Since most of the finds are kinds creepy, I'll leave you with the grizzly poem by Mary Howard:

    Will you step into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly;
    “’Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
    The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
    And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.”
    “O no, no,” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain,
    For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”
    “I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
    Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the spider to the fly.
    “There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin,
    And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in.”
    “O no, no,” said the little fly, “for I’ve often heard it said,
    They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed.”
    Said the cunning spider to the fly, “Dear friend, what shall I do,
    To prove the warm affection I’ve always felt for you?
    I have within my pantry good store of all that’s nice;
    I’m sure you’re very welcome; will you please to take a slice?”
    “O no, no,” said the little fly, “kind sir, that cannot be;
    I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see.”
    “Sweet creature!” said the spider, “You’re witty and you’re wise!
    How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
    I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf,
    If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”
    “I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “for what you’re pleased to say,
    And bidding you good-morning now, I’ll call another day.”
    The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
    For well he knew the silly fly would soon be back again:
    So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
    And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.
    Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing
    “Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing:
    Your robes are green and purple; there’s a crest upon your head;
    Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.”
    Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
    Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly flitting by.
    With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew
    Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
    Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last,
    Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.
    He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
    Within his little parlor; but she ne’er came out again!
    And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
    To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed;
    Unto an evil counselor close heart, and ear, and eye,
    And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.