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As For Me and My house, We Will Serve The Lord

God Moment While in Prayer

if my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.”  2 Chronicles 7:14

Our Lord is stamping my mind with this scripture.  I am seeing it repeatedly during the day, and the words are imprinting my soul with the desire to humble myself, seek the Lord through prayer, and repent.

Look around…truly SEE what is happening in our communities and on the news.  It isn’t pretty, and it isn’t godly.

What is happening is evil, and orchestrated by Satan himself.  Some of the upper echelon are the ones who are causing/controlling the chaos, confusion and evil on the streets.  Some of the foot soldiers are aware of the true purpose, and are intertwined with Satan and his agenda,  however, most are contributing to the cause without realizing it.  They are being used for evil because their eyes and hearts are closed to the Truth…which is Jesus.

The “cause” is confusion as to what is right and wrong…what is pleasing to God and what is offensive.  The cause is the dismantling of the nuclear, traditional family.  The cause is the march toward marxism/communism.  The cause is to create division…enough division to actually pit loved ones against each other. The  cause is to sacrifice the lives of unborn children, literally tearing them apart and killing them, as an offering to Satan.

The true cause is to obliterate the worship of the One True God…Jesus Christ and His One Church on Earth.

I have heard these words in the past but did not understand them, “True freedom is not the freedom to do whatever you want to do.  True freedom is the freedom to do what is right.”  

I am becoming aware of that meaning as people are being persecuted for stating their belief in Jesus, their defense of the unborn, their defense of traditional marriage, or their belief regarding two genders, male and female.

Due to so called Covid-19 restrictions, Catholics/Christians are being barred from their Churches, and barred from the sacraments, however, mobs are being allowed to wreak havoc all over our country. How is that logical???

Now is the time for humility. Now is the time for conversion of hearts and for repentance.  Now is the time for praying unceasingly.


“And if you be unwilling to serve the Lord, choose this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your fathers served in the region beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you dwell; but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.”  Joshua 24:15





The Sorrowful Mysteries


This is the second in the series of  “How Praying the Rosary Changed my Life.”  Please click here for the background of how I was led to The Rosary, and also to learn about The Rosary and The Joyful Mysteries.

Today I will cover the Sorrowful Mysteries, which are prayed on Tuesday and Friday.

My prayer is that The Holy Spirit will open your heart to these great mysteries, and fill you with the love, joy, and peace of Our Lord, Jesus.

There are five meditations associated with the Sorrowful Mysteries. I will cover each one.

  1. Agony in the Garden   Mark 14:32-46  Luke 22:41-44  (For true repentance of my sins)   Dear Lord, how can I even begin to understand the agony that you endured, as you prayed to your Father in the garden?  You knew exactly what was going to happen to you…that you were…

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How Praying The Rosary Changed My Life


My relationship with Jesus became  much more intimate, and my faith life, and life in general, was changed because of my relationship with His Mother. You can read a little of how that change was inspired here.

Praying and meditating on the Rosary transformed my life, and could transform yours, too.

Many people ask me about the Rosary, and do not understand why someone would pray to Mary, and not just directly to Jesus.  Although I am a cradle Catholic, I had the same questions for many years.

Until I was personally led by the Holy Spirit to meditate and pray the Rosary.

By opening my heart to Our Lord’s Blessed Mother, I was enveloped in her motherly love for me, and in and through that  love, was drawn closer and closer to her Son.  Once I realized in my soul that Mary is actually the Mother of God

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Our Journey Continues

Sometimes there is no other explanation to where life takes you, other than God is leading and intervening to make it so.

Journeying Together

Journeying Together

In early February, Joe (my husband) and I were looking at the kitchen and tile selection in our local Home Depot.  At that time, we were considering refacing our oak kitchen cabinets, and maybe updating our counter tops and back splash.  Since my mom passed away, and our sons and their wives lived across the country in  Colorado and California, we knew that sometime down the road we would sell the house, because it was much bigger than our current needs, and we had no family near us.

As we looked at the selection of gorgeous tiles and cabinets, we started talking with the couple next to us.  It turned out that the woman was a realtor, so we asked for her input on what she believed would be the wisest investment regarding updates on our kitchen…because we knew eventually we would be selling.

She offered to come to our house to take a look so she could assess and give us some suggestions.  Somehow, that initial conversation, and then her visit to our home, led to listing our home for sale.  Looking back, it is an amazing thing that transpired, because even though we knew we would be moving some time in the future, we were not planning a move.  We decided to list the house to see if we would receive any offers for the price we felt the house was worth, and if it didn’t sell, we would just take it off the market and stay in our home, which we loved.

That initial meeting with the realtor that we “happened” to meet at Home Depot, started  a chain of events that led to us moving from Virginia to the West Coast!

We started deep cleaning and “de-cluttering” so the house could be staged for prospective buyers to walk through.   Which really meant we needed to paint, repair, and part with at least half of our possessions, which had been accumulating for 38 years of our life together, and also cherished, sentimental  items from our growing up years.   You see, we are at the stage in life of downsizing, and we would be  moving into a place less than half the size of the home we grew to love.  The stress of parting with so much of our “stuff” from our life, and the physical, intense work that needed to be done, while we were both still working our full time jobs, was overwhelming.

While we were working through the house part of the process, we still didn’t know if our move would even be feasible.  We knew that if it was possible, we would want to move to California, to be near our son, his wife, and our new grandson!  However, a move all the way from Virginia to California, along with the uncertainty of job situations or the high cost of living on the Central Coast of California seemed nearly impossible.  Even while we were going through the motions of the needed tasks, we really didn’t believe it would happen.  Too many things needed to “fall into place.”

Which was exactly what happened.

Looking back now, I still cannot fathom how we physically and emotionally accomplished  everything that was needed for our move.  Because, added to the stress of all the tasks was the emotional pain of leaving our home, neighborhood, friends, and our family that lived close enough to travel to by car.  A move to California would mean seeing them even less than we already did.

However, the pull of being closer to our sons and their families was our focus.  We did not want to live out the rest of our lives without family nearby.

We prayed and placed it in God’s hands.

So our home was listed in the beginning of March.  We went for about a month without any real offers.  We didn’t feel that our realtor was marketing our home in the proper way, so we decided to end our contract and the house was taken off the market. The next morning, at about 7:30am, we received a call from another realtor, who said that he would love to sell our home.  To make a long story short, he listed the house on a Friday night, and we had 3 offers on Saturday.  One offer was our asking price and no closing costs.  When our realtor called to inform us, he asked my husband, “How fast can you move?”  After the call ended, Joe and I just looked at each other…with unbelief, and I must admit, a little fear.  It was becoming real to us!

Joe spoke with his managers at work, and the next blessing was that he was ok’d to work his job remotely.  Which meant we did not need to worry about his employment as we continued on with our plans.  We decided that I could look for employment once we were all settled in our new home.  The company I worked for in Virginia is a family owned business, and they were wonderful and supportive regarding our move.  It warms my heart to think of the going away party they surprised me with, some very unexpected gifts and the kindness and love offered to me.

Each step of the closing process went smoother than the realtor or we could even imagine.  We were able to sell all of the furniture that we could not use, and the few pieces that were left, along with odds and ends, were either given away, sold or donated.

We will never forget the support of all of our family and friends.  The unbelievable help that was offered, the cards, gifts, prayers, and good wishes.  All is a sweetness that will live in our hearts always.

Our new home in San Luis Obispo was waiting for us…sight unseen.  Of course we saw some pictures of the little condo online, but never physically saw it until we arrived there.  It is perfect for us!  And the amazing thing, is that we found a special place for each and every piece of furniture that we chose to bring to our new home.

So, hopefully, I will have many stories of our journey that continues here, in California.  God brought us here for a purpose, and we are open vessels to all of the experiences and people He places on our path.

And it goes without saying, we are feeling extremely blessed to be able to enjoy our Grandson, Brayden, and our son and daughter in law.  And an extra bonus…we are also closer to our other son and his wife!

Thank you Lord for each day you gift us with, and for all the people you are placing in our life now and in the future.  Thank you for our whole family, and also for our dear friends that are further away in distance, but will always be close in our hearts.

Our journey continues…




A Simple act of Kindness in an Otherwise Crazy World Becomes a Teaching Moment

This beautiful story of love needs to be shared. Enjoy!

Kindness Blog

A Simple act of Kindness in an Otherwise Crazy World Becomes a Teaching Moment

by Kevin and Michelle Rivoli

Elwyn Caldwell, 90, in Auburn, N.Y., Wednesday, Sept. 3, 2014. (Kevin Rivoli | Caldwell, 90, in Auburn, N.Y., Wednesday, Sept. 3, 2014. (Kevin Rivoli |

The other day my wife, Michele, was running errands with our sons and experienced something that quickly became a teaching moment about life.

She posted this story on her Facebook feed and I put it on mine. It took off.

The man in her story is Elwyn Caldwell. I found him by happenstance when I was going to the post office a few days later and spotted an old man wearing a veteran’s cap. I noticed a portion of his left ear was missing, a characteristic that fit the description given to me by my sons.

I asked him if a woman with two red-headed young boys gave him a lift the other day. He immediately smiled…

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Not as the World Giveth



Sometimes we just need to take a step back and breathe in the wonder and glory of God.  His mercy and love encircle and caress us, inviting us to know him in a deeper way.

Will you close your heart to his invitation?  How long will you keep him waiting?

Take this very moment to inhale the beautifully gentle love that your Heavenly Father desires to bless you with.  Only he can fill you with the peace and joy that your spirit is aching for.

May God bless you and touch you in a special way today.


Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.  John 14:27

For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.  Ephesians 3:14-21


Simple Acts of Kindness

Lately the word “gratitude” keeps popping up in my head.    I am so grateful for my life, and for the people God has placed in my little world.  Recently, I am becoming more and more aware of how the people in my life have contributed to the place I am right now…the person I am becoming.

Today I would like to share some acts of kindness that especially touched my heart throughout the years.  Because listing all that my parents, husband and sons have done for me would be a neverending list, I am choosing not to include them today.  I thank God for them every day.

These are a few of those special acts of kindness and love that truly touched my heart:

Childhood friends gave me a little red and white rhinestone pendant on a gold chain when I had my tonsils removed.  Not only do I still have it, I still wear it! And I think of them each time I do.

My sister, Patti, read my favorite stories to me over and over again.  Thanks sis!  My heart still fills up when I remember those times.

When I was in “Blue Birds” (Camp Fire Girls) I would walk to my friend’s house after school.  We had time before the meetings, so her mother would serve us a little meal at a child sized table.  I loved that!  After we were done with our meal, I was encouraged to pick out a Nancy Drew book from her bookcase.  Each week I would return the one I read, and would choose another.  Yes, I have ALWAYS loved to read, and I cherish the memory of  those visits.

My sister, Veronica, made me dresses with matching scarves when I was young.  Loved them!  She also did something extra special for me when I was invited to my first formal dance in High School.  She took me shopping, and helped me pick out a long dress, shoes, lingerie, purse and jewelry…and she paid for it out of the earnings of her part time job.  Thanks, Verni.  I will always remember how much you gave from your heart.

My friend’s sister took the time to teach me how to bake an apple pie from sctratch.  And I still use the same recipe!

An anonymous gift basket once showed up on our porch.  It was filled with cookies, fruit and different foods, and came at a time when we really needed it.  We never knew who sent it…although I have my guesses!

One Christmas our family was going through financial difficulties.  We could not buy any gifts at all that year.  Out of the blue, my brother in law and his wife showed up at our door with wonderful gifts for our two sons.  That was truly a joyfilled Christmas!

The first Christmas in our new home, my husband, our sons, and I were decorating the tree.  One of our neighbors dropped off a fancy plate of homebaked cookies to welcome us to the neighborhood.  That was truly heartwarming!

On my first day back to work after my father passed away, one of my co-workers walked up to me, and handed me a large bouquet of flowers from his garden; no one else from work had yet mentioned my father, and Sam was not a close friend of mine.  When he handed me the flowers, it felt like he knew my heart.  I will never forget the look in his eyes as they met mine.

I was going through a very painful and emotional time, after my dad passed away, and was staying with a close friend while visiting family in my hometown.  All of a sudden, I just burst into tears…the kind that come from deep within.  I ran upstairs to be alone.  My friend gave me a few minutes, and then brought up a tray with a beautiful tea set on it.  She poured my tea, and without saying a word, turned around and let me have alone time.  Her instinct for what I needed at that time was intensely comforting.

My younger sister, Lisa, has a very sweet heart.  Although she was experiencing hard times financially, she took the time to pick out special little gifts for my mother and me, and sent us a gift box.  We felt her love as we opened each little gift and read the beautiful letter she included.  Thanks Lisa, for sharing your heart!

One of my friends gave me a copy of a book that would change my life.  “Rediscover Catholicism” by Matthew Kelly.  She said she saw it at a Church while on vacation…and something told her to pick it up for me.  Thank you, Marie, for listening to that voice!

I am so thankful for all the love that God has showered on my life.  Many of my greatest blessings were received through  simple acts of kindness through family or friends, sometimes even from strangers.  Don’t be afraid to follow the whispers of your heart.  When there is a chance to reach out to someone…go ahead and do it!

One thing I am sure of.  We are all here to love eachother, and to share the love of Jesus.  One act of kindness at a time…sharing love one heart at a time.

And  I am also sure that our Lord will bless and multiply our efforts.

















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Your Place or Mine?

Do you live in bondage and fear, or are you free in Christ? The choice is yours…

Just Ask Tina

A while back, I’d heard about a comment made by a person who was feeling extremely discouraged about some pretty heavy duty things that were going on in his life. His comment was this –

“I don’t even feel like praying anymore because it seems like when I do, things just get worse.”

Having been through (and still going through) some pretty tough and challenging situations myself, I felt really badly for this guy.

As I sat pondering his words and, to tell you truth, identifying with them myself, I suddenly got a vision.

Yes, a vision. Hold on, now, go with me…

In my vision, I was in a house – my house – where I was busily going about my normal, daily routine of cleaning, tidying up, etc.

Nestled high up in a corner of the living room ceiling was a big hornet’s nest which had been there…

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I just had to share Mary’s thoughts and prayer with you, regarding what is currently happening in our culture. May God bless you as you read her words!


After reading and responding to a number of comments regarding the Zimmerman case and the incident in Wisconsin, I am heartsick to see that so many Americans are so full of hate.  It does not matter what the ethnicity is–I see hatred pouring out from all sides and it is indeed sad to see.

There are some promoting the nonsense that only Black Americans commit crimes, some saying that no black person between the age of 7-70 should be trusted, some saying that height determines adulthood so if a black male is over 5’5″ he could should be considered a man, not a child regardless of age.  Is this truly the plight of America? Have we become such a blinded nation that we hate without reason or cause and attempt to justify our hate? 

What is even sadder about some of these comments is that those making them profess to…

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