Word Up

I am feeling extra zesty for Christ tonight. The readings at church were “extra” as the teens say and I hope I just used it properly. The 2nd reading got me feeling all reflecty and stuff:

Reading 2 HEB 12:1-4

Brothers and sisters:
Since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses,
let us rid ourselves of every burden and sin that clings to us
and persevere in running the race that lies before us
while keeping our eyes fixed on Jesus,
the leader and perfecter of faith.
For the sake of the joy that lay before him
he endured the cross, despising its shame,
and has taken his seat at the right of the throne of God.
Consider how he endured such opposition from sinners,
in order that you may not grow weary and lose heart.
In your struggle against sin
you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding blood.

Alleluia

The new Pastor, I assume, at Holy Family tonight made a great analogy regarding “running the race.” He compared our race as Christians to athletes. I am paraphrasing so hopefully I wont slaughter it too much:

So, as we know, the Christian path is full of obstacles from the world. It’s often a challenging path. And athletes don’t just go out to battle their opponent for no reason: they do it for the prize…to acheive victory. Christian’s run the race, fight the battle, striving for victory in eternal life: the prize of Heaven. Well, an athlete knows that he can’t win unless he trains/exercises to stay strong and increase his strength which can be grueling, and he also knows he has to practice which can get tedious, and at times must even play with an injury. Training, practice, perseverance even in pain, all are necessary to run the Christian race too.

I love Saint Paul 💜❤💜

His language is poetic: “so great a cloud of witnesses…” Had I been a Hebrew, Roman, and all the other people he sent “reminder notes” to, I so would have been instantly inspired to strive to do just what Paul is reminding us.
Wait. I guess that’s one example of the timelessness of the bible: 2000 YEARS LATER I AM INSPIRED IN JUST THAT WAY when I read his letters.

“Cloud of witnesses…” At first I thought, “pretty way to refer to the people surrounding us that we are called to live and be an example of Christ to.” But then I thought, why didn’t he say crowd?

I wonder if he chose the word cloud bc it seems to include the crowds of people but also the crowds of Angels, and God too. Might not be what he meant but it makes sense to me. ❤

And Jesus as the “leader and perfecter of faith.” ❤💜❤ LOVE THAT! He’s the leader and the perfect example for us to model, but also he perfects OUR FAITH. How many, many times I have forgotten to ASK GOD FOR HIS HELP WITH BAD HABITS AND VICES I NEED TO BREAK. My first instinct is that I know it’s a bad habit or vice so it’s up to me 100%, to practice defeating it. I forget almost all of the time that Nothing is possible without God. It is a PARTNERSHIP. God WANTS US TO trust that he will help us with our struggles. He desires so strongly that we invite him to help us.

“And then there is this:
For the sake of the joy that lay before him
he endured the cross, despising its shame
and has taken his seat at the right of the throne of God.”

MM. HOW MANY, MANY TIMES have I focused only on the aspect of Christ’s passion that Paul talks about AFTER this thought-provoking verse: that Jesus died for US, for our sins, to open Heaven to us.
I never once thought about Jesus ALSO sacrificing himself for his own race to run to the Father in Heaven.

It is a mystery that Jesus came as fully God and fully Man, not half God, half man. I heard a decent explanation for that from Fr. Spitzer once but even that is too confusing for me to remember, so impossible to try paraphrasing it! But the above verse to me, reminds me of the fully human Jesus who loved his father so much that he sacrificed his life for himself as well.
Wow.
I think we consider Saint Stephen the first martyr but isn’t it eye-opening to think of JESUS as not just sacrificing for us but also martyring himself for the Father that he WOULD NOT DENY and desired so, to be in heaven with? Like us? Like all the martyrs?

I’m still in my newness of my faith formation so I don’t ACTUALLY know what I’m talking but the bible is fascinating, I tell you. Perhaps my newness is what makes me ZESTY! Because when I do fix my eyes on Christ, something new and delightful is revealed: something I never thought about before. How striking. May I be forever zesty.

Jesus’ whole life was an example of how to live the way, the truth, and the life and his death redeemed us, yes, but even his death was an example of how we are to live our lives and how to die: to never abandon our love for God and that love IS NOT LOVE without SACRIFICES!

Carravagio painted this depiction of the conversion of Saint Paul. What a crazy life of crime this gifted painter lived. You should Google his bio. You will NOT be disappointed.

I am in love with the word (which is Jesus) This reminds me of one of my very favorite parts in the bible: the beginning of the Gospel According to John. I’m reading the Jerusalem bible from 1966 but I think this is the same wording as mine. It is like a truth and light poem. 💜💜💜

John, 1
New Jerusalem Bible

1 In the beginning was the Word: the Word was with God and the Word was God.

2 He was with God in the beginning.

3 Through him all things came into being, not one thing came into being except through him.

4 What has come into being in him was life, life that was the light of men;

5 and light shines in darkness, and darkness could not overpower it.

6 A man came, sent by God. His name was John. *referring to John the Baptist*

7 He came as a witness, to bear witness to the light, so that everyone might believe through him.

8 He was not the light, he was to bear witness to the light.

9 The Word was the real light that gives light to everyone; he was coming into the world.

10 He was in the world that had come into being through him, and the world did not recognise him.

11 He came to his own and his own people did not accept him.

12 But to those who did accept him he gave power to become children of God, to those who believed in his name

13 who were born not from human stock or human desire or human will but from God himself.

14 The Word became flesh, he lived among us, and we saw his glory, the glory that he has from the Father as only Son of the Father, full of grace and truth.

15 John witnesses to him. He proclaims: ‘This is the one of whom I said: He who comes after me has passed ahead of me because he existed before me.’

16 Indeed, from his fullness we have, all of us, received — one gift replacing another,

17 for the Law was given through Moses, grace and truth have come through Jesus Christ.

18 No one has ever seen God; it is the only Son, who is close to the Father’s heart, who has made him known.

19 This was the witness of John, when the Jews sent to him priests and Levites from Jerusalem to ask him, ‘Who are you?’

Too much to think about in that perfect introduction.

Aaaah. I scrolled back up and read it aloud. You should do that. Beautiful things happen.

#saltandlight #trueGodfromtrueGodbegottennotmade 💜💜💜

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Mary had a Little Lamb and we are Trying to Grow Her a Garden.

So there’s this medieval garden thing built on legends formed by the medieval people who, rather than stare at phones, stared at flowers. And rather than zone out on T V they let their minds wander and imagine and wove legends based on the beauty around them, connecting nature to Our Lady, passing the stories down orally and then to written form. The result? The Mary Garden.

There are hundreds of flowers and herbs associated with Mary, thanks to these inspired legends. The boys and I decided to make a mini Mary garden so with this beautiful book,

we have begun choosing flowers and it is part of our homeschool as we get to read a meditation and the historical legend of each flower or herb.

Our garden is still in progress but so far, this is what we’ve got:

Violet

Our Lady’s Modesty

A Flower of the Annunciation

(Annunciation: when the angel Gabriel came to Mary to announce God’s desire for her to be the mother of Jesus.)

We transplanted these wild violets from our yard and surrounded Our Lady statue.

Rather than summarize the entire legend and history, I’ve snipped a bit from the book, but the meditations, index of flowers, histories, and details regarding Marian gardens, make the book surely worth getting.

Here is the beginning of the Violet legend:

Next we have a carnation which, I am happy to report, is doing swimmingly, producing new gorgeous blooms.

Carnation

Mary’s Love of God and Divine Flower

A Flower of the Nativity

(Nativity, referring to the birth of Jesus in the stable.)

From our little spot

Carnation is my birthday flower. I never thought much of them until I made some fondant ones and noticed their intricacy. And of course, now these pretty legends:

Here is the painting mentioned by

Da Vinci:

So, after reading the rose stuff, I figured that pretty much ALL roses belong with Our Lady, so we just picked a miniature cheap one with flowers we’ve already had to pluck, so now, just waiting for more:

I even love the leaves of roses. Pictures do nothing justice when it comes to flowers.

This is a snippet from the book that references all roses:

And this is an adorable legend that went along with the Christmas Rose. I bet the little drummer boy was there too…

One more rose legend; I believe it accompanied the Scotch rose. Curiosity overtook me and I Google searched what a Scotch rose may be!

The rose:

The legend:

One could literally make a rose garden devoted entirely to Mary; in getting deeper into this book, I see more and more amazing legends associated with various rose types.

These legends were also used as great ways to teach babes lessons from the bible because the stories rooted into the children’s glorious, technology-free brains served as memory tools to keep our Lord’s words vividly in their hearts and minds.

Ok, I know I said the last rose legend was the last, but in the interest of…… this stuff being interesting, here is ONE MORE cool legend.

This one is in the category of:

A Flower of Devotion Rewarded

Our Lady’s Rose

(Lychnis coronaria)

Common name: Rose Campion

Here’s a google search visual (though the author chose to disclude photos, opting instead for delicate illustrations of each flower so that upon growing our own Mary gardens, we can experience them as they grow and bloom and make our own discoveries about them like they in the medieval times did. How thoughtful).

And the inspiring illustration from the book:

Each flower comes with one of these artistic paintings (along with a short, reflective meditation) but you’ll have to buy the book to see all that! I will link it below.

HERE is the fascinating legend for the above rose!

Note to self: look up what “Our Lady’s Saulter” is.

BACK TO OUR GARDEN FLOWERS:

Sonny got to look through the book and pick our next. I Thank God he chose possibly the cheapest, with money being overly tight this month. Which, now that I think about it, the legend of the flower he chose DOES relate to both poverty and money. See how God works? Humble Sonny chose it because he loves all things yellow. Coincidences are one of the non-verbal ways that God speaks to us.

Leo isn’t really into gardening but I know he will pick a flower from the book. We will pray for the Holy Spirit & his Guardian Angel to guide him to one we can find and afford!

Sonny chose the Marigold

In the category of

Flowers of Mary the Homemaker

(also relating to our state in life. Just another Godincidence!)

Latin name:

Calendula officinalis

Scottish or pot marigold

(ok, ours was French but it can fit in a pot so….)

Marian Name: Mary’s Gold

Here’s ours:

And PART of the legend. My snippets are just teasers, really. The legends and histories cover a page and a half per flower.

Today’s garden additions were a Juniper variety, Juniper being in the category of

Flowers of the Flight into Egypt

Juniper

The Madonna’s Juniper Bush

Ours is a blueish variety but my camera, not so good. But here’s a try:

And a bit of the legend which, so far, is one of my favorites ❤❤❤

We also planted Lillies of the Valley. Very special to me as a very small child alone sitting among them, smelling their sweetness and daydreaming.

Fitting to my life from childhood on, this Little Lily belongs to the section entitled:

Flowers of Mary at the Cross

Lily of the Valley

Mary’s Tears

As legend would have it,

Herbs are also made into Marian gardens. With our herb garden so close to our Mary garden, we are trying to grow some of her herbs and…what was my favorite flower as a child? The dandelion. Mmmmhmmmm! Some call it a weed, I call it God’s polka dots, but really, they are an amazing medicine-packed herb, from the root to the flower. I still adore them and just this spring we’ve begun eating the blooms (deep fried dandelion heads… definitely one of my new favorite foods) and dandelion tea, iced and warm, really does do miraculous things inside your bod.

They aren’t in the garden but we have foraged them a couple of times:

Sonny loves them to. As soon as they pop up, “Mommy! Sunflowers!

“Dandelions were known as Mary’s bitter sorrow.”

Anyway, Rue was an herb I had not heard of before and needs to be away from things like mint, basil, tomatoes. We ordered a seed pack and are hoping they will sprout up in a container we can keep by the porch, as one of its purposes is to ward off evil spirits and well, you can’t overdo such protections!

Two Rue O’ Grace seedlings thus far.

Some cool herb info:

Speaking of seedlings, I THINK Chamomile is sprouting in our Mary statue which is actually a planter, but I mixed those up with Strawflowers so time will tell!

Here’s an adorable story for some we have: juniper, mint, violet, and rue:

We ended up with three mint plants. The peppermint had to be removed today, pruned to nothing and quarenteened due to a mildew infection.

I shall try to remember to update as our little garden grows.

I can’t say enough about how informative, organized, and homeschool-friendly this book is. I get the cheapest “good shape” used books from ebay or Amazon whenever I need one. Click here for the Amazon link.

Do share: has anyone else tried or visited a Mary garden?

The Problem with Being Earnest…

Earnest in the sense that one is expected to take appointments seriously and to take government programs seriously, thus preparing ahead and earnestly making an effort to be ready ON TIME for one’s future obligations.

THIS is an example of the multiple opportunities afforded one in this world on a daily basis, for the art of patience practicing.

Poor ppl can schedule medicaid-paid drivers to bring them to dr. apts. Missing Dr. appts can involve warnings, discharge as a patient, or monetary punishments. And the dr offices don’t care WHY you didn’t show and/or were late.

Apparently neither does “the state who offers Medicaid and drivers to ensure that people in need of healthcare get their healthcare.”

My car broke allll the way last week so I decided to schedule Medicaid drivers for my 3 appts this month. Does anyone ENJOY riding with strangers? Not really. But it’s lent so, sacrifice, and also, nothing wrong with helping the economy go round with affording a driver an opportunity to make money.

I tried scheduling on the “convenient” website. NOT convenient so I had to call to clarify. I was informed that I need to call 72 hours ahead, so my first (yesterday’s) appointment wasn’t in the time frame but she would forward the request to manager bc I’m kinda new at this. I never heard from manager and I got two confirmation emails for the other appointments so I contacted a relative last minute and was able to get to yesterday’s appointment.

Oddly, as I was waiting for my family ride, I got a call from a random, asking me if I still needed a ride.

me: ummmm…..I scraped up another ride for today and they are on their way….

him: oh ok I’ll cancel it then.

me: but I still need the one for tomorrow.

him: oh ok I’ll keep that in.

me: ok.

I rechecked email last night for pick up time. The pickup time I was originally confirmed for was 12:15 but they scheduled the pick up for 11:40 per the email.

So, had us all showered, dressed, packed (I put MAKE-UP ON) and ready at 11:40. 11:30 comes and no confirmation call like the one I got for yesterday’s appointment that noone told me was ever scheduled. One of my sons is very routinized. Uncool that at 11:40 pickup, then, STILL NOTHING. He’s sitting there. In his coat. Confused.

I call the only number I have: the automated med transport #. According to THAT robot, my ride is scheduled at 12:15.

It’s 12:09, my appointment is at 1:00PM, it takes 45 minutes to get to, and due to the nature and previous circumstances of this particular appointment, it’s not one that will be canceled easily and if I get booted, that could mean long waiting lists elsewhere.

12:12 and still I’ve not received a call from the driver to confirm, no text, no email. And no clue who the driver is and the 800 # is at LEAST a 20 minute process to speak to a person at which point it will already be physically impossible to arrive at my appointment.

Cue the Jeopardy music. Follow advice under the clock. Doooo do do dooo, dooo do dooooo

And technically I am supposed to be 15 minutes early to said appointment. To clarify, it takes about 30 min. to get to the place but I added the 15 minutes in because I need to be there early for the nurse.

So, it’s 12:14 and still no-one or nothing, thus I am now having the opportunity to practice anger management because how dare Medicaid screw with a person’s time and health? They offer the service, offer an unmanageable website, customer service reps who aren’t always the friendliest, managers who don’t get back, emails that are incorrect, drivers that may or may not show up. So, now I have to cancel my 1 o’clock appointment 45 minutes before the appointment, and is it my job to inform Medicaid of this? Which no doubt will include a time waste call in which I will be blamed somehow? And my next appointment is even MORE serious bc if they don’t get me to that one, I have to wait months to be rescheduled.

Well, I guess I will cancel my appointment now, at 12:20, get the coats etc. off the kids, unpack all the crap I had to bring, confuse the heck out of my son, and talk to God about this.

A practice in patience, in anger, an opportunity for discernment, and a testimony to all those out there who think people “on the system” just LOVE the EASE of being on the system bc it allows one to fulfill ones desire for laziness.

A. I put more work into this morning than many OFF the system people

B. being on the “system” is A FULL TIME JOB and I could write a WAR and PEACE sized memoir detailing the number of times I and others like me have been abused by the system workers abusing their power, yet, in all my years of system experience, I would be able to write only a one page essay on the number of poor people that I know who ABUSE the system.

#slaves #poorbecausetheyneedus #weRtheirjobsecurity

ps. I canceled my appointment. They were sympathetic bc they said even THEY schedule rides for ppl and it doesn’t happen.

AS SOON as I hung up a YELLOW CAB PULLED UP. They called. They beeped. I called. It was busy. They continued to beep like an Italian in Rome stuck in a traffic circle.

I made a rash decision and went out there. (no bueno as those of you unfortunate enough to witness past rash moments, can definitely attest).

I meant to patiently explain the gross lack of communication and that my appointment was now rescheduled.

It didn’t quite go that way. I spent five minutes in my angry Italian volume detailing every grueling point to some cab driver that had a cross between a poker face and a “I have no words bc you aren’t giving me a second to talk” face.

I was scolding the driver, really. Just. Yep. I FAILEDDDDDD THATTTT anger opportunity. I possibly passed my patience one but I’m so flared up AND I dropped 2 F bombs. VERY DISAPPOINTING.

I tried to make reparation with a “God Bless!!!” As I slid back to the house but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t count when you are yelling it. I mean, it WAS a sincere effort inside of myself, but eradicating these PTSD system symptoms WILL require reliance on God as my helper because I’ve tried on my own and failed EVERY. TIME.

God give me the memory to change the vices I cannot change without you.

Great. I’m officially Squidward. So humiliating.

INSTACART OR INSTAPART: THATTTT IS THE QUESTION.

WHEN ONE HOUR = ONE 24 HOUR PERIOD.

One hour means one 24 hour period.

IN CASE YOU ARE ANNOYED BECAUSE I’M IN ALL CAPS, JOIN THE #$#@ CLUB. OR IF WE ARE TALKING ABOUT INSTACART, THE COMPANY THAT HAD ME SO EXCITED ALL DAY, THAT CLAIMS TO GROCERY SHOP AND DELIVER YOUR ITEMS TO YOU WITHIN AN HOUR, GIVE OR TAKE, TO EASE THAT BURDEN, THEN YEAHHHH… .MAYBE DON’T JOIN THAT CLUB.

YEP. SOME DAY I WILL PUT INTO PRACTICE THE LESSON I LEARN EVERYYYYY DAY FROM THE MULTIPLE OPPORTUNITIES THE FREE WILL OF OTHERS AFFORD ME: THE OPPORTUNITIES THIS WORLD PROVIDES FOR ME TO GET WHAT I’M CONTINUALLY PRAYING FOR: HELP WITH MY VICES. VICES LIKE ANGER AND IMPATIENCE. OPPORTUNITIES THAT HELP ME DECREASE THESE VICES WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY HELPING ME WORK ON VIRTUES LIKE FAITH AND HOPE.

MY WHOLE LIFE I HAVE PUT SO MUCH TRUST IN MAN AND AM CONTINUALLY DISAPPOINTED. WHO KNEW I WAS SUPPOSED TO PUT MY HOPE IN GOD, NOT PEOPLE??? ME!!!! I DIDN’T KNOW!!! FOR 40 DRY WORLDLY DESERTOUS YEARS I HADN’T A CLUE.

THIS: THESE CRAP-FACED THORN-PRICKING OPPORTUNITIES THAT SUCK DAILY, IS WHAT REDEMPTIVE SUFFERING IS.

THIS IS WHY SUFFERING IS VITAL FOR GROWTH. BECAUSE IF I HAD ACTUALLY RECEIVED THE GROCERIES I WAS SOOOO EXCITED TO BE ORDERING THAT I PAID FOR THAT WERE TO BE DELIVERED BY 5:30; IF WHAT I 100% BELIEVED WAS GOING TO HAPPEN WOULD HAVE HAPPENED, MY BAD HABIT OF PLACING AN UNREALISTIC AMOUNT OF HOPE IN MANKIND WOULD HAVE BEEN SATIATED AND I WOULD HAVE BEEN DRINKING WATER I BOUGHT THAT WAS DELIVERED TO ME BY A STRANGER, INSTEAD OF DRINKING WATER I HAVE NOW HAD TO BORROW….WELL TAKE…. FROM MY EXTRA SISTER AMBER (EXTRA AS IN THE COOL NEW WAY PEOPLE USE IT), AND MY BAD HABIT OF PUTTING ALL MY TRUST IN MAN, WOULD HAVE BEEN ENABLED. AND THERE’S NO REDEMPTION IN THAT.

NOW BECAUSE I WASN’T NOTIFIED UNTIL THE BOYS WERE IN BED, THAT THIS IDIOTIC INSTACART COMPANY WON’T BE DELIVERING MY FOOD UNTIL TOMORROW AT A TIME THEY CHOSE WHICH OF COURSE IS ONE OF THE ONLY HOURS I WON’T BE HOME TOMORROW, AND THEN THEIR EMAIL INSTRUCTIONS FOR EDITING THE DELIVERY TIME WERE NON-EXISTANT ON THE APP AND THE WEBSITE AND BECAUSE I HAD TO THEN WRITE A COMPLAINT EMAIL WHICH “CAN TAKE UP TO 2 HOURS TO BE RESPONDED TO,” WELL…..THAT’S HOW IT WORKS MY FRIENDS:

MORGAN FREEMAN PUT IT RIGHT IN THE MOVIE “EVAN ALMIGHTY:” WHEN YOU PRAY FOR SOMETHING, IT DOESN’T MAGICALLY APPEAR. AN OPPORTUNITY APPEARS IN WHICH YOU GET TO HAVE AND/OR WORK TOWARD WHAT YOU PRAYED FOR.

GOD IS NOT A GENIE. YES, GOD’S CREATION IS ACCORDING TO HIS WILL AND HE HAS AND DOES WILL MIRACLES TO HAPPEN, BUT GOD’S WILL BOILS DOWN TO THIS: HIS WILL IS IN TWO FORMS:
YA GOT GOD’S PERMITTING WILL AND GOD’S ORDAINING WILL. PERMITTING WILL IS THE CHOICES WE HUMANS MAKE THAT-GOOD OR BAD- HE PERMITS. HENCE, HIS PERMITTING WILL. OUR FREE WILL IS A GIFT AND THE REASON WE CAN PUT ALL OF OUR TRUST IN GOD IS BECAUSE HE’S NOT A GIFT- TAKER-BACKER. LOVE CANNOT FORCE LOVE. GOD IS LOVE AND HE IS WISDOM. THUS, THOUGH HE DESIRES FOR US ALL TO LOVE HIM THE WAY HE LOVES US, IN HIS LOVING WISDOM HE MADE US FREE TO CHOOSE TO LOVE OR NOT TO LOVE.

ORDAINING WILL REFERS TO THOSE TIMES WHERE GOD DELIBERATELY INTERVENES. LIKE WITH MIRACULOUS INTERVENTIONS THAT IF NON-BELIEVERS WOULD BOTHER TO LEARN ABOUT IN RESEARCHING THE LIVES OF THE SAINTS, THERE IS NO WAY THEY WOULD BE SO NON-BELIEVEY. BUT WHO HAS TIME TO LOOK UP THE ABUNDANT PROOF OF THE EXISTENCE OF GOD WHEN THERE IS SO MUCH POINTLESS SHIT TO BE DISTRACTED BY?GOOD GRIEF, I MEAN, IT’S ONLY REGARDING LIFE AFTER DEATH , FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.

GOOGLE THE LIFE OF PADRE PIO. I DOUBLE-DOG DARE YA. HAVING THE STIGMATA FOR 50 YEARS IS JUST A TINY PIECE OF THE CRAZY AWESOME MIRACLES GOD WORKED THROUGH HIM:

ANYWAY, I’M NOT GOD AND CERTAINLY NO EXPERT ON THE CHURCH, SO I’M PRETTY SURE GOD ORDAINS THINGS TO HAPPEN IN OUR LIVES MORE OFTEN THAN WE KNOW, BUT DON’T QUOTE ME ON THAT. OR ON ANYTHING. BECAUSE THIS BLOG IS JUSTTTTT A PUBLIC JOURNAL, NOT AN EDITION OF THE CATECHISM. SERIOUSLY.

THE POINT IS, HE DOESN’T ORDAIN EVERYTHING LIKE A CHESSMASTER UP THERE MOVING US LIKE PAWNS. HIS GIFT OF FREE WILL TO US PERMITS HIS PERMITTING WILL TO PERMIT OUR FREE WILL.

A. NOW MY WORD CHOICES ARE JUST CONFUSING THE WHOLE LOT OF US.

B. DID I ACTUALLY GET “HENCE” AND “THUS” INTO THE SAME POST?? THIS WAS A COMMON GOAL OF MINE IN MY FIRST YEAR OF MY COLLEGE LITERATURE PROGRAM. AFTER, I FELT RIDICULOUS AND BOYCOTTED SAID WORDS ALONG WITH THAT PARTICULAR USE OF THE WORD “SAID.”

I lost my writing skills for quite some time. Soooooo, does the fact that I not only used those two words in the same post but squeezed them into the same paragraph, mean that my skills are returning or running farrrrrr, far away?

ANYWAY, BACK TO ME AND MY ANGRY CAPITALS:

OUR RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD IS LIKE A MARRIAGE, REQUIRING BOTH PARTIES TO PUT IN EFFORT. PRAYERS AREN’T ORDERS. WE AREN’T THE PROVERBIAL FAT, SWEATY HUSBAND IN THE RECLINER WEARING THE WIFE BEATER DEMANDING GOD WHO IS NOT THE PROVERBIAL MOUSEY HOUSEWIFE, TO GO FETCH US ANOTHER BEER.

NO. THAT’S NOT A MARRIAGE AKA A HOLY MATRIMONY. A MARRIAGE IS A PARTNERSHIP OF LOVE WHERE HUSBAND AND WIFE COMMUNICATE WITH AND HELP EACH OTHER. SO TOO IS OUR RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD. WE PRAY, BUT WE ARE ALSO SUPPOSED TO LISTEN (WHICH I JUST RECENTLY LEARNED HOW TO DO AND STILL DON’T DO ENOUGH.) THEN, IT IS OUR JOB TO DECIDE WITH OUR GIFTED FREE WILL, HOW WE ARE GOING TO RESPOND TO THE OPPORTUNITIES THAT ARE PERMITTED OR ORDAINED EVEN, THAT ARE PLACED IN FRONT OF US: OPPORTUNITIES THAT ARE CREATED BY OTHER PEOPLE’S FREE WILL-JUST OR UNJUST- A FLOWER OR A PEBBLE ON OUR PATH TO HOLINESS.

SO TO REPEAT (BECAUSE IT’S APPARENTLY WHAT I DO): GOD GAVE US ALL FREEDOM TO CHOOSE TO LOVE OR HATE, TO BE GOOD OR BAD, ETC ETC ETC. HE PERMITS PEOPLE TO DISAPPOINT US AND TO BE DOWNRIGHT EVIL BECAUSE GOD, UNLIKE PEOPLE, DOESN’T TAKE BACK WHAT HE GIVES. AND FROM THE BEGINNING HE GAVE HUMANS FREEDOM, INTELLECT, IMAGINATION, AND WILL. THIS IS WHY CATHOLICISM MAKES SENSE COMPARED TO THE PROSPERITY IDEOLOGY THAT SAYS YOU KNOW YOU ARE ON THE VIRTUOUS PATH BASED ON HOW MUCH WORLDLY SUCCESS YOU ACHEIVE AND IF YOU REMAIN IN A STATE OF SUFFERING, WELL THEN, GOD MUST BE ANGRY WITH YOU AND YOUR NASTY WAYS AND MUST BE PUNISHING YOU.
NO. THAT MAKES NO SENSE AT ALL IF YOU DWELL ON IT, AS WE ALL SHOULD.

JESUS WAS BORN POOR, KNEW HUNGER, THIRSTED FOR THAT HARD-TO-FIND COLD WATER, WAS HOMELESS AND COMPLETELY PENNILESS HIS LAST 3 YEARS ON EARTH- A “WANDERING JEW,” IF YOU WILL. GOD DIDN’T CHOOSE TO LIVE AND DIE IN THE WORST STATES OF SUFFERING TO TEACH US THAT SUFFERING EQUALS PUNISHMENT. HE SUFFERED WITH AND FOR US TO TEACH US THAT SUFFERING, IF WE LET IT, WILL REDEEM US. SAVE US…..SALVATION CAME FROM HIS GRUESOME, UNJUST, INHUMANE DEATH.

JESUS CAME TO HEAL THE SICK AND WE ARE ALL SICK EVEN IF WE DON’T KNOW IT. WE ALL HAVE CROSSES AND THOUGH I AND OTHERS HAVE LOOKED AT MY PARTICULAR CROSSES AND ASSESSED THEM AS BEING OF AN EXCEPTIONALLY DIFFICULT, AWKWARD VARIETY, I, UPON REFLECTING ON MY CROSSES HAVE CONCLUDED THAT GOD KNOWS HOW MUCH REALLY OBVIOUS SHIT FLIES OVER MY SELF-DOUBTING HEAD. SO, IN HIS LOVING GRACE HE GAVE ME BLANTENTLY OBVIOUS CROSSES THAT STILL TOOK 40 YEARS FOR MY IDIOTIC STUPIDNESS TO FIGURE OUT THAT THEY WERE CROSSES AND HOW I’M SUPPOSED TO BE CARRYING THEM BUT STILL. STUPID. DON’T.

THANK YOU GOD, FOR HAVING MERCY, LEST I’D ALREADY BE DIGGING RAW FINGERS INTO THE FIREY COALS OF HELL.

I TRY TO IMAGINE OTHER TYPES OF CROSSES THAT MAY NOT BE THOUGHT OF AS CROSSES BECAUSE THE WORLD SAYS THEY AREN’T.

ME WITH EXTRA MONEY, FOR EXAMPLE. IF THIS DUMMY RIGHT HERE HAD THE HOUSE THE FENCE THE DOG THE VACATIONS THE NEST EGG THE STOCKS THE BONDS THE HUSBAND THE BOAT, MY PHYSICAL SENSES WOULD BE TOO COMFY TO REALIZE THAT I DON’T OWN ALL THAT. I’M ACTUALLY LEASING IT FROM THE CREATOR, AND THAT IS LOVELY AND FINE, BUT VIRTUE RESPONSIBILITIES MUST STILL BE MET.

I KNOW MYSELF. I WOULD 100% GROW IN VICES LIKE PRIDE AS I’D PAT MYSELF ON THE BACK, THINKING EVERYTHING I DID TO GET ALL THAT, I DID ON MY OWN.

I WOULD NEVER COME TO REALIZE THAT ONLY WITH GOD ARE THINGS POSSIBLE AND I WOULDN’T EVEN THINK TO LOOK BACK AND SEE THE DIFFERENT WAYS HE WAS ALWAYS BESIDE ME AND STILL IS.

THERE IS A REASON THE MORE HIDDEN, WORLDLY, FITTING-IN TYPA CROSSES ARE ASSIGNED TO THE SMARTER PEOPLE…BECAUSE SMARTER PEOPLE CAN RECOGNIZE GOD IN THE COMFORTABLE MOMENTS TOO. EXAMPLE: MARK WAHLBERG.

IF I HAD A WORDLY PROSPEROUSY CROSS, WORD TO MOTHER MARY, I WOULD NOT NOTICE IT. I’D BE A SECULAR RELATIVIST LIKE SO MANY IN THE WORLD ARE TODAY AND LIKE I WAS FOR DECADES AND DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT. I WOULD STILL CLAIM THE CATHOLIC LABEL, THOUGH, NOT EVEN KNOWING WHAT TRUE CATHOLICISM IS BECAUSE NOTHING SHOCKINGLY SHITTY ENOUGH WOULD HAVE HAPPENED TO ME TO INSPIRE ME OUT OF THIS NAIVE STATE I WAS LIVING IN THAT I NAIVELY DIDN’T REALIZE I WAS IN.

I NEEDED A FRYING-PAN-OVER-THE-HEAD SIZED SUFFERING TO HAPPEN FOR ME TO EVEN LOOK INTO THIS WHOLE “WHAT EVEN AM I-WHAT EVEN IS A CATHOLIC” THING.

AND NOT ONE OF THOSE LIGHTWEIGHT NON-STICK PANS EITHER. I’M TALKIN’ STRAIGHT UP HEIRLOOM, 1930’S GREAT DEPRESSION ERA CAST IRON FRYING PAN TYPE O-SUFFERING TO WAKE THIS SLEEPING WORLD-FOLLOWING-TRYER UP.

CATHOLICS THANK GOD FOR THEIR PERSONAL SUFFERINGS BECAUSE EVERY TYPE OF SHITBAG PAINFUL ASSHOLE SUFFERING, FROM STUBBING ONES TOE ALL THE WAY UP TO THE WORST TYPE OF SUFFERING IMAGINABLE, IS AN OPPORTUNITY TO GROW IN VIRTUE AND VIRTUE GROWS HOLINESS.
I PLAIGERIZE SAINT FRANCIS ALL THE TIME WHEN I SAY GOD PERMITS SUFFERING BUT HIDES JOYS IN EVERY SORROW.

WE ONLY NEED TO QUIET THE DISTRACTION AND SEEK THE JOY IN THE SORROW AND IT WILL BE FOUND.

IF I AM EVER ABLE TO FOLLOW ALL THE WAY THROUGH A SUFFERING WITH PATIENT PEACE AND WITH TRUST AND HOPE IN GOD, NOT MAN, IT WILL GROW MY FAITH IN GOD THAT HIS WILL IS, IN FACT, BEING DONE. ANDDDDD

IF I AM EVER ABLE TO PUT THIS KNOWLEDGE OF HOW TO SUFFER WELL, INTO PRACTICE VIA THE MULTIPLE REPETITIVE IN-MY-FACE EASY PEASY ALL DAY LONG OPPORTUNITIES THE WORLD PROVIDES THAT GOD PERMITS THAT CAN ASSIST ME IN PERFECTING THESE VIRTUES OF FAITH AND HOPE AND PATIENCE KINDNESS AND PEACE, THEN I STILL. WANT. MORE. SUFFERING.

I’M SERIOUS. ok, perhaps not more in terms of quantity bc um, my opportunities abound. But may the QUALITIES of the sufferings CHANGE BASED ON WHAT NEW VIRTUES NEED TO GROW.

MAY GOD CONTINUE UNTIL THE END OF MY LIFE, TO PERMIT MORE OPPORTUNITIES FOR SUFFERING SO THAT IF I EVER MASTER EVEN ONE OF THE CURRENT VIRTUES I’M TRYING TO POSSESS OR EVEN RENT-TO-OWN ONE AT THIS POINT, AND I’M NOT EVEN PICKY ABOUT WHICH COMES FIRST: FAITH, HOPE, TRUST, PATIENCE, CHARITY, KINDNESS, JOY, PEACE …MAY GOD CONTINUE TO PERMIT AND/OR ORDAIN OPPORUNITIES TO PRACTICE THEM SO THAT I WILL NEVER GO BACK TO THE WAYS OF IMPATIENCE AND ANGER THAT CURRENTLY RENT WAY TOO MUCH SPACE IN ME, AND SO THAT FOR THE REST OF MY TIME ON THIS EARTH I WILL HAVE NEVER-ENDING WAYS TO CONTINUE GAINING AND PERFECTING THESE AND ALL OTHER VIRTUES.

VIRTUES I HAD AS A CHILD THAT IN IGNORANCE OF YOUR LOVE, I ALLOWED TO BE REPLACED BY NASTY VICES THAT NOW CLING TO THE INSIDES OF ME LIKE PLAQUE, PLANTED IN ME BY THE FREE WILL OF THE WORLDLY OTHERS AND BY MY OWN PETTY DESIRES.

MAY OPPORTUNITIES TO SUFFER ALSO OCCUR IN ORDER TO GROW VIRTUES WITHIN ME THAT I NEVER HAD OR AT LEAST NEVER KNEW I HAD AND THAT I DON’T YET KNOW THE NAMES OR DEFINITIONS OF.

LIKE MY PRIEST TAUGHT ME LAST NIGHT DURING AN EMERGENCY SPIRITUAL CRISIS PHONE CALL I MADE TO HIM, HE SAID WHEN SAINT PAUL ASKED GOD TO TAKE A PARTICULAR CROSS FROM HIM, GOD SAID NO. BECAUSE IT IS BY OUR CROSSES THAT WE GROW IN HOLINESS.

SO NO, I WILL NOT ASK FOR ANY OF MY CROSSES TO BE TAKEN AWAY THEN. I PRAY ONLY FOR GOD’S HELP IN CARRYING THEM: FOR THE GRACE, FOR THE GIFT OF UNDERSTANDING TO KNOW HOW TO REACT TO, HOW TO DEAL WITH, HOW TO CARRY MY CROSSES IN SUCH A WAY AS TO GROW VIRTUE AND SNIP AWAY VICE. I ASK MY GOD, MY FATHER, MY CREATOR, TO HELP ME TO CARRY MY CROSSES BY ILLUMINATING MY HEART AND MIND WITH THE TOOLS I NEED TO GROW IN HOLINESS AND TO TEACH ME THROUGH HIS HOLY SPIRIT OF LOVE WHO DWELLS WITHIN ME, HOW TO USE THOSE TOOLS.

BECAUSE I AM THE VINE AND YOU ARE THE VINEDRESSER AND I NEED THE GRACE OF YOUR IMPECCABLE PRUNING SO THAT I CAN DO THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS: THE ONLY THING I WAS MADE FOR: TO GROW FRUITS OF LOVE FOR YOU AND FOR ALL THAT YOU CREATED. BECAUSE YOU ARE IN EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE YOU CREATED AND YOU CREATED MAN IN YOUR IMAGE AND I CRAVE TO BE ALSO IN YOUR LIKENESS: TO LOVE ALWAYS AND ONLY, AND TO SEE THE WORLD THE WAY YOU SEE IT: AS THE UNIQUE, AMAZING, COLORFUL, CYCLICAL, MYSTERIOUS, BEAUTIFUL, DIVINE MASTERPIECE THAT IT IS.

Did you know “amen” means “it’s true?”

Big Happy Sigh. Smaller letters mean my anger has lessened and my impatience has subsided and I’m ready to take a long, refreshing swig of the cup of COLDDDDDD water that my sister brought me that in my anger-turned prayer post, I forgot I needed.

So I guess I can wait for those groceries after all.

But it’s not over ’till the delivery guy sings, so until then, I will employ another prayer, a prayer that the same priest taught me to say last night: a prayer that, in its simplicity holds the key to the trust needed to grow in faith: God, may your will be done.
Amen.
Love,
Margarita

p.s. Lent starts in 4 minutes. I had already given up swearing in writing but in convo it’s turned out to be more trying. Any and all cuss words that made an appearance in this blog post were for the sole purpose of mimicking my conversational tone and I AM going to make more of an effort to eradicate cussing completely, in imitation of Padre Pio and Mother Angelica, but because the boys and I have had quite the sacrificial winter, we’ve decided that lent this year is almost exclusively going to be about adding holy habits, learning more about our faith, practicing meditation and listening to God. So, filling ourselves up with ways to love, examples of love. Which, if worded differently is merely sacrificing time spent in bad habits that are pleasing to the sloth in us, so that we have more time to spend as a family, tackling things like much needed routines for certain parts of the day, working together with eachother and God, to solve this meal-planning disability I have, pinching our pennies for car repair….all of those seemingly worldly things are actually good fruits I have noticed that happen when I focus my mom job toward spending more time during the day with the kids doing God-centered stuff. Praying a rosary together leads right into another activity that involves all of us…family-centered stuff that’s been neglected.

hm. I guess putting God in the center of the home really DOES center the family.

❤❤❤

I Cannot Deal With this Transgender Bullshit Anymore

And now it’s effecting our babies.

This article.

I see no mention of any studies done on RATS or CHIMPANZIES or whatever having been done to ensure the safety of male breast milk for babies, before these dr’s promoted the use of illegal FDA drugs so that they could make their way into a medical journal.

Shouldn’t Mount Sinai have had to have turned a mouse transgender, gotten it to lactate, then fed it to a non-bio baby mouse to determine whether or not long term negative effects were evident in the baby mouse, and to ensure that all of the miraculous benefits found in a NATURAL MAMA’S MILK also exist in the forced male milk? You know, all those benefits that exist in the NATURAL mother’s milk specifically tailored to HER NATURAL BABY?

And does anyone else find it creepy that the bio mom DOESN’T WANT TO BREASTFEED HER OWN CHILD but is ok with her biologically male but turning female used to be boyfriend but becoming girlfriend, wanting to breastfeed? I don’t understand her thought process. It’s as confusing and weird as my attempt to explain what her relationship is:

“her biologically male but turning female used to be boyfriend but becoming girlfriend”

No wonder children don’t come first (or second or at all) in this society. We adults are too busy changing nature to suit our nightmarish fantasies to bother thinking of those pesky kids and what confusing, creepy messages we are sending them.

I never REALLY took the statement seriously, that here in america, we treat our animals better than we treat our humans but I’m taking it very seriously now.

The Child Protective Agencies and foster systems in this country are a sick joke whose true hidden agenda is job security for the social workers,therapists, and all the other jobs created and maintained by the government to make money off of our children. The public school systems abuse and neglect children on the regular and get away with it 99.999999% of the time. They and their “non-profit” respites, ARC’S, after-school programs, etc., are institutionalized and are also job security-centered versus child centered.

But why do we have so many grassroots animal shelters that are ACTUAL non-profis, created by serious protectors of animals and actually running solely on donations and volunteer time?

So many options for mistreated pets but only the shoddy, corrupt government system for our vulnerable humans? Is it illegal to create ones own baby shelter where people can come and bring their neglected, unwanted children? Of course it is.

Adolf Hitler said “he who controls the children controls the future,” and that’s our motto here in America.

Perhaps this influx of animal shelters is due to the lack of babies being born: all the abortions, birth control blocks, and gender flopping must be leaving grandchildless grammas and their birth controlled grandchildren,without an outlet for their still-intact, innate nurturing instinct thus they form animal shelters to have SOMETHING to cuddle.

There are millions of babies in the world in need of good mamas and plenty of women that can’t have children for unfortunate natural reasons, yet, they choose to find comfort in animals rather than save a child’s life via adoption. Why? Trust, pregnancy isn’t that great and I choose to believe that women aren’t selfish to the point that if they can’t have their own they don’t want any at all.

Gay couples don’t appear to have issues adopting babies that aren’t theirs biologically and neither does Madonna or Brangelina for that matter.

But who cares about the health and safety of vulnerable humans when there are so many abandoned puppies in the world?

Who cares about what drugs are being used to allow men to make breast milk and then feed it to babies?

Animals and the CULTURAL (not natural: there IS a difference) gender identification movement is what REALLY matters, yes?

We treat animals like children and children like animals and adults can get surgery to LOOK like a pet and men can “become” women and women men. I say “become” because darn it, there’s that dagnabbed natural part called the PROSTRATE that just MESSES EVERYTHING UP.

I say this because on the cusp of the dr. form changes I asked the nurse why I had to check two gender boxes: one for my biological gender and one for my …….I guess the “gender I associate with?”

She said they’d had to tweak the form because a “female” patient who never told them “she” was born a male but had had a sex change operation, died of prostate cancer. And they didn’t know that she HAD A PROSTRATE, SO…

Personally, I don’t care who calls me bigoted: this gender switching atrocity is a cultural CRISIS. It’s unnatural. It is sending our naturally created male and female children so many mixed messages on so many different levels and in so many areas, that the relativistic attitude of “whatever makes each person happy is true and good for that person” is straight up an abusive message to our children AND IT’S A LIE.

We are already seeing consequences of it and as our “cultural norms” continue to overrule and overrun our NATURAL LAWS, we will see our future generations become so confused that we literally won’t even recognize them as humans anymore.

“His story

smh So suicide? I guess surgically morphing into a cat didn’t “make him happy.”

New definitions. Sigh. So, Gender Fluid is really Gender Fad…

“capable.” Interesting (offensive) word choice. I think the real epidemic behind all the gender experimenting is known as FOMO.

Because gender is suddenly subjective.

UMMMMMMM……….

What the.

I’m sorry.

WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?????

No.

No thanks. You can just call me by the old-school labels. Remember those?

Woman? Female? Girl? Lady? Missezzzzz? Yeah, I’m good with those.

I’m ok with not being…..no, I’m OFFENDED at being referred to as a CISta, so keep that insult to yourself.

And my womanhood wasn’t ASSIGNED at birth, asshole. My gender was predestined and already encapsulated in my DNA that was present in the zygote that was formed the second my MALE FATHER’S SPERM HIT MY FEMALE MOTHER’S EGG. WOW.

Dear God,

I am so sorry that we, your beautiful creations, aren’t satisfied with being created in your image so that by then hacking away at and destroying your image, we aren’t on the path to your likeness either.

Love,

Margarita

State of My Union: I’m neither Red nor Blue & apparently I’m also not White. #margaritagoesblack

As ya’ll know, I don’t identify with a political gender party. I can’t even be independent because THAT’S a party. And I’m not party to a party. I’m a Catholic. And I consider that a party even though I’m constantly tripping on balloons. But what’s a party without a few stumbles and crashes?

Anyone who read the recent New York Abortion law-in this link click “download pdf for the ACTUAL, REAL LAW, knows that it is now legal to abort up through 40+ weeks, through labor, etc. If you think it pertains to medical safety crap, you either misread it or you read someone else’s explanation OF it. I’ll post some screen caps of it below with important highlights that may confuse the law skimmers likemyself, the first time reading it. And I’m over color li labeling everything and it’s a whole other post about the putrid inappropriateness of lighting up an abortion celebration in pink. But about that State of the Union and about those women in white:

I happily don’t follow politics. When I’m regarding news in any form, I follow my conscience. It’s a way better guide. So I’m not sure why a mass of government worker women were wearing white and all in a chunk but it seemed like a big chunk and I don’t understand why they were wearing white uniforms, but more importantly, why, when they heard that 58% of the new jobs have been taken by women, why did they get up and start hooting and fist pumping, chanting “YOU.ESS.AAY,” and doing dorky dances?

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Yet, when the new, extreme infanticide state abortion laws were mentioned regarding life, and life referred to as….like precious or inportant or what-not, they remained seated, scowling, whispering, with looks of disdain and protest:

But the men stood up.

Must be that natural protector instinct men are born with that our culture has slowly and surely snuffed out in the last 5 or 6 decades or so.

So, women-in-white, are we in 2nd grade? Do boys have cooties? Are we competing with men for jobs? Are we over the moon with glee because we now have more unemployed men than women?

Do I need to bullet point why that’s weird? ok then:

  • There’s this thing called natural law and humans are a part of it and naturally men and women are different and one way in which they are different aka unique aka complimentary is that men have had a natural instinct to provide and women have had a natural instinct to nurture. So when a bunch of women in white whoop it up because women are bringing home more bacon (that they also have to cook) and are whining when killing babies is criticized, that’s, well, UNNATURAL.

Hm. Well I guess I put it all in one bullet point. But here’s a point or two:

  • Being different doesn’t mean being inferior. Men and women possessing DIFFERENT TRAITS is a GOOD THINGGG. It’s what “opposites attract” means and it sort of needs to happen to repopulate a depopulating species called HUMANS. BUT The overpopulation myth is another post as well so onto the next point:
  • Don’t complain when baby daddies are sittin’ home playing video games while their baby mamas are out busting their ass to provide for the kids AND the baby daddys. THAT IS THE CULTURE NOW AND THOSE WHITE WOMEN ARE ENABLING IT WITH ALL THEIR NANNY-NANNY-BOO-BOO CLAPPING.

Is that what their white symbolizes? workplace dominance? I thought white symbolized purity and goodness but who am I?

  • Don’t try brainwashing women into thinking 3rd trimester abortions in NY and more states to come, are only for “medical emergencies” because I have yet to hear of one case where that even makes any sense and there’s this life altering thing we DON’T tell our ladies, and it’s called post-abortion syndrome and it destructs a woman and that’s in direct opposition to the decades-long brainwashing propaganda that Our country has put out that abortion enhances a woman’s life. For years it was the first & second trimester abortions and morning after maybe-maybe-not pills that were touted as freeing to women and it was during THESE TIMES that women began suffering from post-abortion grief stuff so I bleed tears of horror and empathy for the women who will now be further traumatized by these any-reason-or-no-reason up to birth abortions.
  • Don’t be surprised at all the new genders out there: why wouldn’t our youth become so confused that they don’t know if they want to be what they were born as? We haven’t even managed to be controlled in our chaos by just turning things opposite like upside down day where we have breakfast for dinner. That works. Waffles work any time. But what hasn’t worked is putting men in female roles and women into male roles. It’s turned the men into confused babies who don’t know if their girlfriends are their wives or their moms because technically she’s neither because on top of straight up gender CHAOS, we’ve mb managed to convince multiple generations that marriage is a paper not a vow.

So the men are confused video game children and the women are overwhelmed and tired. Tired tired tired from all that work outside the home, then inside the home, and then raising the babies. Oh wait…..the white women want to stop doing that last thing, the babies part. Maybe it’s their way of alleviating feminine exhaustion so they can keep work work workin to win that “I’ve got more jobs than youuuuu” contest.

  • Except they’re cutting out the one thing that only women can do: grow beautiful babies.

Questions:

  1. What’s with the white and who even ARE these women?
  2. Do these white wearers have children?
  3. Do they realize that boys have penises and girls have vaginas and that it takes both of those to create a baby so why don’t the spermy men have equal reproductive rights regarding abortions?
  4. Why do they want to take the jobs from the men and not have babies and ignore men’s feelings regarding what their sperm created? Is it because they want to take over the world? Woman power?
  5. Why was pink chosen to celebrate late term murder? Is it because pink is associated with females and moms are more important than babies (an oxymoron if I ever heard one?) In my mind I think of children….of baby showers….of gender reveals: pink for baby girls, blue for baby boys. Choosing pink for abortion seems a bit communist China-esque but makes no sense since CLEARLY women claim to be the superior gender in THIS country.
  6. The gender Confusion: is this list inthis articlefor real? We got 31 genders but a bitch ain’t one? SMH

I’m off, Ta-ta for now.

ta-tas… is that a slang term for breasts? Well since the white women don’t seem to want those anymore I suppose it’s an appropriate farewell. My transition to all black is goingbswimmingly, by the way. I’m protesting the abuse of people and colors. I’m over it.

how I feel about America:

My highlighted screen caps of NY’s abortion law:

*THE THINGS IN THE BRACKETS ARE WHAT THEY REMOVED FROM THE OLD LAW, SO THRY HAVE ERASED THOSE THINGS IN THE NEW LAW

**READ AND REREAD STARTING AT LINE 14 (NUMBERS ALL THECWAY ON LEFT MARGIN) WHICH IS 1. ABD PAY SPECIAL ATTENTION TO 2. AND THE REST, NOTING THAT THE WORD “OR” IS NOT THE SAME AS “AND.”

A P.S.:

Ahhhhhh Someday I must pick apart the colors in a post.Check out this article on the meaning of white in history, religion, and even politics. HEHEHE I don’t think those white women consulted Inigo Montoya when choosing their color.

This Guy

Atheists unite! This is a science priest. A physics priest. If you continue to be disappointed by partners that don’t love you the way you need to be loved, this guy….listen to this speech.

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