Friday, August 28, 2015

Why Did You Doubt?

“Between three and six o’clock in the morning Jesus came to the disciples, walking on the water. When they saw Him walking on the water, they were terrified. “It’s a ghost!” they said, and screamed with fear.” (Matthew 14:25-26)

If I’m awake between three and six o’clock in the morning it is usually because of fear. I’m frightened of a storm that sounds like it is getting closer with each lightening strike, or I’m dealing with insomnia, terrified of what might or might not happen regarding something I must soon face. I’ve opened up the door and let doubt in.

Somehow or another I’ve forgotten that with God nothing is impossible.

“Jesus spoke to them at once. “Courage!” He said. “It is I. Don’t be afraid!”
Then Peter spoke up. “Lord, if it is really You, order me to come out on the water to You.”
“Come!” answered Jesus. So Peter got out of the boat and started walking on the water to Jesus. But when he noticed the strong wind, he was afraid and started to sink down in the water. “Save me, Lord!” he cried.
At once Jesus reached out and grabbed hold of him and said, “What little faith you have! Why did you doubt?” (Matthew 14:27-31)

My wild imagination can easily get the best of me—if I let it. Remarkably, it has no power over me as long as Jesus remains in the picture. It is when we move Jesus out of the picture that doubt moves in. If He were there next to us, would we still be afraid of the many storms life puts in front of us? Would we once and for all be able to break fear’s grip?

“Jesus spoke to them at once. “Courage!” He said. “It is I. Don’t be afraid!”

Good words to remember when you start to doubt don’t you think?

Thanks for viewing my blog!
Godspeed, Rose

(Photo Credit: Courtesy of Cullen O'Donnell)

Thursday, August 20, 2015

My, Oh, My

My Medjugorje Trip:

Never have I yearned for something so much as to travel as a pilgrim to Medjugorje. So to say that I had very high expectations for this place is an understatement.

For the last twelve years I have been praying, pondering, reading every bit of information available, dreaming of someday traveling to the holy grounds, longing to encounter a life changing trip with all my heart and all my soul.

With my high expectations I thought I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. I had anticipated that in taking my first steps onto the soil of Medjugorje that total peace would swallow me up. I envisioned my rosary turning gold. And, I was for certain that I would smell roses where no roses were present. I had imagined myself climbing up Cross Mountain and then climbing down as a totally transformed person.

None of this occurred.

I kept looking at the sun wondering why it wasn’t spinning for me, and I searched the sky day and night seeking any glimpse whatsoever of Our Lady up in the clouds. I wished for all this in which so many pilgrims had claimed to experience.

My expectations were very high and throughout the week I came to realize very self-centered. How I ached to see some unexplainable miracle, some far-fetched phenomenon that no man can explain. We were told many times during our stay that none of us pilgrims who come to Medjugorje come by accident. We arrive because Our Lady has called us. She personally has invited each of us.

I was a little skeptical. I came to see the unbelievable. I wanted to see things, witness some miracles with my own two eyes. Would Our Lady really invite someone with those intentions?

About mid-way through our pilgrimage it happened. I experienced my first miracle! I’m sure some will feel this phenomenon I am about to describe is far-fetched, but I will always know, and I will always believe, and I will always be grateful for our Lady inviting me to come see.

I was sitting in a pew during one of many Masses we attended and it was a Priest giving a sermon, but for me it was Our Lady telling me internally, loud and clear that Our Lord needs me. He needs me to help Him.

As I stared at the crucifix of Our Lord, I became fully aware of what He suffered in order for us to one-day have eternal life. I listened to the words of the Priest, asking us if for the rest of our life here on earth could we not let Jesus borrow our smiles, borrow our hands, borrow our legs? Borrow our hearts?

I thought of my life and how I live most days and I knew somewhere, somehow along my daily journey that I had forgotten this important message. I looked back up at the crucifix and amazingly a warm inner peace that I have never experienced before began to flow through my veins and I could feel my heart begin to soften. 

This softening feeling inside opened my eyes in new ways. It is as if I was beginning to look at life and all its beauty for the first time, the way that God had intended for us all to see.

A new me is emerging. (Exactly what I have been aching for.)

I know Our Lady brought me to Medjugorje to hear a specific message. Now is the hard part, to live that message.

She is our Mother and will always give us help. From twelve years of reading Her messages I know all about Her five stones, which she encourages all to partake in, Prayer, Fasting, Mass, Bible, and Monthly Confession. It is with these simple weapons that we can overcome the world—that we can become true Christians—Christians that help and love one another—as Christ loves us.

Do you let Our Lord borrow whatever it is that He needs from you?

My long awaited pilgrimage to Medjugorje has turned out to be much more than I expected.


My, oh my!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so much for reading my blog post. Godspeed, Rose

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Speaking Words of Wisdom

“I’ve come to tell the world that God exists.”
Blessed Mother Mary-Queen of Peace, Medjugorje, Bosnia-Herzegovina

The first reported appearance of our Lady in the mountain village of Medjugorje began on June 24, 1981. I always have wondered what it was that I was doing on that date, June 24, 1981, when our Blessed Mother Mary first appeared in Medjugorje.

I know I was eighteen and a half, I know that I had just completed my first year of college, and I know at that particular time in my life I didn’t spend much time thinking about the Blessed Mother Mary, or Jesus, or even God for that matter. I called myself a catholic if asked; although I was barely making it through the motions, probably day dreaming during every Mass I attended.

Yep, I was eighteen and a half and full of (not much) lukewarm faith. But, by the grace of God, people change and He changed me! My faith has warmed up and here I am, about to make a maiden voyage with our son to this sacred place far away—Medjugorje.

“Dear children! In this time of grace I call all of you: pray more and speak less. In prayer seek the will of God and live it according to the commandments to which God calls you. I am with you and am praying with you. Thank you for having responded to my call.”
Our Lady’s Message
Medjugorje, February 25, 2015

Mother Mary has called to me. And I have reached out for her, wanting to experience first hand physically and spiritually this profound peace everyone talks about that is said to be present in Medjugorje.

Please pray for my son and me as we travel, also know that I will be praying for all of you who read my blog posts.  

Yes, I always have wondered what it was that I was doing on that date, June 24, 1981, when our Blessed Mother Mary first appeared in Medjugorje and proclaimed: 
“I’ve come to tell the world that God exists.”

I’ve come to believe. Have you?

(For further information on this amazing subject, Google – Our Lady of Medjugorje – you might be surprised at what you find, and who knows, someday you may find yourself traveling to this sacred place far away—Medjugorje!)

Wednesday, August 5, 2015


When I think about the parts of the human body, I naturally think of the head, the torso, and our arms and legs. Without a doubt there are many other pieces that make us tick. Isn’t it mind-blowing to pour over how our human system works and all the specific functions certain pieces-parts must carry out for everyday living?

When it comes to our individual bodies, not all are created equal. Some can see better than others, they have perfect vision without wearing any corrective lens. Many are strong, while numerous others have to live with a weak immune system, and we see the crippled, know about the paralyzed.  

I could easily pass as average, if you were to look only at the outside of me. But, that is only part of my picture. I’m full of pieces-parts that need tweaking. I’ll share some of my inner parts that I’m endlessly doctoring and rectifying.

First and foremost is my heart, it isn’t as strong as it should be. At times I have a very faint heart. A heart that can’t always hear and comprehend the love of God, even though by way of personal experience I know the depth of God’s love. 

Then there are my cold feet. They cause me much pain when I can’t step out because of them being stiff and immobile. They keep me fixed when I should be moving towards living a Christian life that sincerely reflects Christ.

I must also share my part about my weak knees. They’ve become this way partly due to my self-centeredness and the tendency I have to put myself first and foremost. Weakness has stepped in where humility is needed.

So in all fairness, I have to say that I’m a broken vessel, one that God clearly sees, with my faint heart, cold feet, and weak knees.

In spite of all that being said, He doesn’t turn away from me. In Isaiah 58:10-11, God says: “If you put an end to oppression, to every gesture of contempt, and to every evil word; if you give food to the hungry and satisfy those who are in need, then the darkness around you will turn to the brightness of noon. And I will always guide you and satisfy you with good things. I will keep you strong and well. You will be like a garden that has plenty of water, like a spring of water that never goes dry.” 

God, who knows all about all including my faint, cold, weak pieces-parts, continues to throw me rope after rope, pulling me in, time and again. He pulls me close to His heart and gives me love and nourishment, enough to keep me floating. 

When I think about God, I naturally think of all that is good and perfect.

Any thoughts you wish to share?

(Photo image courtesy of Cullen O'Donnell.)

Sunday, August 2, 2015

What's in Your Wallet?

Oh, how have wallets changed, and what we keep in them has changed too. Before cell phones, wallets were crammed with favorite mug shots of family and friends, important phone numbers and addresses along with the crucial little white “In Case Of Emergency” card.

My current wallet holds my cell phone, my driver’s license, a credit card, and a few bucks for my coffee craze.

I use to think I was in pretty good shape, that I had all I needed in my little leather pocketbook, until I read about one New Yorker who keeps something of major substance in her wallet, which she shares whenever the opportunity arises. It is a printed list of life lessons that originated from author Regina Brett.

They now are on copied onto my cell phone notes, so when I start to think along the lines as to how life can be so unfair; I can easily flip to my notes and become rejuvenated by Brett’s wisdom.

Life Lessons by Regina Brett:

“Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good. Life is too short– enjoy it. Cry with someone. It’s more healing than crying alone. Make peace with your past so it won’t screw up the present and the future. It’s OK to let your children see you cry.

Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about. If a relationship has to be secret, you shouldn’t be in it. 

Take a deep breath, it calms the mind. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. It’s never too late to be happy. But it’s all up to you and no one else. When it comes time to go after what you love in life, don’t take no for an answer. Burn the nice candles, use the nice sheets, wear the nice lingerie, wear the nice clothes. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.

Over prepare, then go with the flow. No one is in charge of your happiness but you. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: ‘In five years will this matter?’ Always choose life. Forgive but don’t forget. Time heals almost everything. Give time, time. However good or bad a situation is, it will change. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

If we all threw our problems in a pile and we saw everyone else’s, we’d grab our’s back. Envy is a waste of time. Accept what you already have, not what you need. Yield. Friends are the family we choose. Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift.”  (Regina Brett

I can’t think of anything else to say . . . except maybe, “What’s in your wallet?”