Prayer Requests

I think you cannot have too many prayers flying up to heaven on anyone's behalf. So...if you have someone who is in need of God's help, please post your special intention here and we will send up the prayers.

For my five men, may God hold them in the palm of His hand always.
For my parents and brother, may God keep them in His special care as they fight their daily battles.
For all service men and women, may God bring them home safely, most especially Micah.
~ Maureen

Trinity to Infinity

On this Pentecost Sunday I would like to share a poem with you that I wrote about the impact of calling on the Holy Spirit, confident that He will work with you and through you.

Trinity to Infinity

Father, Son or Holy Ghost
Which One do you love the most?
Is it One or is it Three
In this Blessed Trinity?

Is it Three or is it more?
Add yourself then you have Four
Four in One not just Three
Adds up quickly so you see
As more and more choose the way
To strive for good every day

In all you say and all you do
Let the 3 in 1 shine through
Till the day when They will be
Transformed to Infinity

~ Maureen :)

A Love Throughout the Ages

May 10, 1941 – A very good day! Because, you see, on that day 67 years ago, a man named Franny and a woman named Ethy became one. At 10:00 in the morning this couple was united before God, family and friends promising to love and honor “till death us do part.”

Groom’s brother and bride’s sister stood as witnesses for the happy couple. A wedding party of 12 tuxedos and evening gowns did not march down the aisle. But they had love.

After the rice was thrown (not birdseed, bubbles or butterflies), the newlyweds toured the town in a 1939 LaSalle borrowed from groom’s father. They did not rent a freakishly stretched stretch-limo. But they had love.

First stop was Tomei Photography Studio in Akron, Ohio where the local photographer snapped a few photos. They did not immortalize every conceivable moment of the day on video. But they had love.

Second stop: The Canteen for a wedding breakfast for 20 honored guests. Next came some rest. (Now isn’t that a unique feature to include in one’s wedding day?) On to the parents’ of the bride’s house where an afternoon reception of cake and punch afforded well-wishers the opportunity to convey congratulations to the groom and best wishes to the bride. And then the guests went home.

That evening the mother of the bride prepared an elegant wedding dinner for family. They did not catapult bride’s parents into enormous debt orchestrating a catered extravaganza complete with mind-numbing music blaring from bass-boosted speakers. But they had love.

The honeymooners then drove to Warren, Ohio where they spent their first night as husband and wife, followed by a cozy week of fishing in Canada. They did not sail the seven seas with total strangers. But they had love.

And for the past 67 years they have passed that love down to their children and their children’s children with more than enough left over for their great grandchildren. They did it right all those years ago remembering what mattered most, and they are still doing it right 67 years later.

Still holding hands, still laughing, still waking up next to each other, and still listening to Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy belt out, “Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life,” on those Victor 78s. What is their sweet mystery of life? Simply this: because they were never stingy with love, because they didn’t store it up for themselves, but lavishly broadcast it time after time, decade after decade, to any and all who crossed their paths, they still have love.

Happy Anniversary Mom and Pop!
I love you infinity,
Your darling daughter

~Maureen :)

The following is a tribute written by me for my parents two years ago entitled, Overflowing Cup.

The love your parents give you
Is the love that fills you up
The love our parents gave us
Overflowed the cup

Generosity beyond belief
All their hearts could hold
Spilling over to their children
Treasured more than gold

Examples shared, values set
To love through every year
Of happy times as well as sad
Wherever our lives veer

Ears to listen, eyes to smile
Lips to praise and kiss
Hands to hold, arms to hug
We were given this

Given this by God Most High
Because He loves us so
And wants us all to share this love
With those whom we do know

We wish for you your hearts’ desires
And God’s protection, too
As well as a great big huge
Happy 65th anniversary to you

Have a most wonderful weekend, dear readers. Happy Mother's Day to all you moms.
~ Maureen :)

It's Your Move, God

Can you believe it is already May? Time does not merely fly by anymore, it blasts forward at warp speed. I turn around and another month is gone. Another turn – another year. On and on.

Which leads me to ask myself what am I doing with this precious time that vanishes so quickly? Am I accomplishing things that are pleasing to God? Am I asking God what He wants of me? Am I then doing whatever He asks? Whatever He asks???

Hmmm...Food for thought.

I'd like to relate a story that happened to me in the wee hours of the morning, just this morning. I have begun taking an online workshop at MotherVerse to jazz up this very Web site. I need to learn more of the technical ins and outs of posting blogs. So I sat down here late last evening and began to fool around with various fonts and colors. All was just fine for a while.

But then I couldn't seem to do anything right. I'd click my mouse and nothing would happen but the most irritating noise from the tower of the computer. On and on went this noise. Click, click, click. Nothing. I got so mad!

Finally I walked away. (Anyone who knows me, knows it was more like "stormed" away, but no matter.) I started flipping through the channels on TV and passed EWTN. I don't usually watch that channel. But I heard God as I quickly clicked by. He was calling me back. I listened to that commanding voice as God whispered to me. Had I let my anger control me, let "my" will control me, I probably would have watched Pride and Prejudice for the millionth time until I became sleepy enough to go to bed.

But I stayed right where God wanted me, and I watched and I learned. He sent me away from the computer so He could give me a few pointers. In this day and age of so very many diversions and dilemmas we must train ourselves to hear God's voice, be it a whisper, a nagging repetition or a thunderbolt. We must listen and we must act.

I really like having this God the Father taking me under His wing. I've been a mom for 23 years. You know, Mom, the be all and end all of most homes. "Do this. Don't do that. Are you crazy? What were you thinking? Or weren't you thinking?" Countless decisions made every day affecting lives most profoundly. I'm tired. I want some rest, some guidance. I am soooo ready to give it up to God. So here I am God. It's Your move.

~ Maureen :)