Patience in the Fire

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An Autumn Sunset. Taken by me on my way home from work one evening. October 2017.

A Reflection on Pentecost Sunday

I was in Third Grade, and my teacher was a lady who hated the word “stuff.” She said that there was always a better word to replace it with, and that was why we should learn and memorize our vocabulary.

A little later on in life, in sixth grade, I had a Reading teacher who would explain to us why cursing was bad. It wasn’t your typical “it’s taking the name of the Lord in vain,” although that was emphasized. She said that whenever you curse, there was always a better way to express yourself, and that cursing actually limits your vocabulary because you tend to stick to what is comfortable, and when you are comfortable cursing, it becomes a part of  your speech that is difficult to remove as you grow older.

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Stop Playing Tug-of-War With God: A Lesson on Surrender

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Self-timed photo from Nov 2018. Me and my doggy, who I lost almost a year ago

As per usual, I am issuing an apology regarding the irregularity of my posts. It’s funny because I was speaking with a classmate and a professor this morning about how terrible I have been at posting regularly on this blog (even though I have to post regularly on my academic blog). And here I am, a few hours later, revved up with inspiration and insight! God is amazing.

So, today, I tried playing tug-of-war with God. And yes, I know you are probably retorting something like, “Well, I’m sure THAT’S going to go well.” And you would honestly be justified in the judgement.

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Music Mends, Language Loves

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The beautiful basilicas at the candlelit Rosary Procession

3 months. A quarter of a year. And I still hurt. It has been about 90 days without our dog. I can’t say that it has been easy. The house is still full of silence, but occasionally, I will sit and play the piano. Now that the semester has finished, I have time to play the piano without feeling guilty about it. I usually warm up with some hymns from a hymnal my 7th grade religion teacher gave me, and then I’ll play some classical music or Broadway music. It is always a much-needed catharsis, and it always has been in times of trial.

I meant to post this last week, but as the way of writers go, nothing ever works out as planned.  Continue reading