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Today is NOT an ordinary day

For many people, it will be just another day, but it is NOT because …

Ascension Day is officially celebrated on a Thursday the 40th day of Easter. That is TODAY! Today is NOT your ordinary Thursday; it is an extraordinary Day with Traditional Catholics, as it has continuously since Easter been known as Ascension Thursday.

“Imagine yourself, my soul, present on this day on the Mount of Olives; imagine yourself standing amongst the disciples of our Lord, gazing at your Saviour while He takes leave of His followers, gives them His final blessing, and then slowly rises up into Heaven. When you have vividly realized this marvelous scene, proceed to meditate upon the following points:

1st. At the very same instant in which our Lord was lifted from the earth and began slowly to soar upwards to Heaven, the souls of the just men of earlier times who were in Limbo rose also, in order, together with their Redeemer, with their heavenly King, to make their triumphal entry into the Heaven. Their portals were opened to all believers. What joy, what rapture must have filled the hearts of that saintly band, the venerable patriarchs and holy prophets, the great men and pious women of the Old Dispensation, for whom, released at length from their tedious captivity of a thousand years, the time has now come to enter with delight into the heavenly Jerusalem! And as once before, when Jesus came down from Heaven to earth, the angels ascended and descended, so they doubtless did on this happy occasion when their Lord and King returned to the Heaven He had left. Fix your attention upon the glory, the jubilation, the triumph that attended our Lord’s Ascension, and when you have to some extent realized it you may consider next:

2d. How fully the prediction of the Royal Prophet which the Church takes upon her lips today was accomplished: “Thou hast ascended on high; Thou hast led captivity captive.” (Ps. Ixvii. 19.) Our Lord took with Him to Heaven captives of two kinds. These were the souls of the just, who had for so long a time waited in captivity in Limbo, and there were also His beloved Mother and the apostles, who, being still held in bondage in the prison of the body, could not follow Him actually, though they could follow Him spiritually, inasmuch as they were consumed with longing to ascend at once with Him into Heaven. From the time of His departure, despising all earthly things, they only aspired to heavenly things and yearned more and more after them, anticipating with holy impatience the day when they would see God and dwell with Him forever in Heaven. My soul, if you are conscious of yet clinging with your affections to the things of time and sense, pray God that on His Ascension this day into Heaven, He would take your heart captive and draw it thither after Him.

3d. Consider how a bright cloud received our Lord and gradually veiled Him from His disciple’s sight. There they remained standing, in hallowed silence, for the Scriptures do not mention a single word having been spoken by them; their souls too full for words, divided between the sorrow of parting, regretful desire, and eager aspiration. If you, my soul, experience similar emotions, if with Thomas à Kempis you are fain to say: “When, good Jesus, shall I contemplate the glory of Thy kingdom? When shall I be with Thee in Thy kingdom which Thou hast prepared for Thy beloved from all eternity? “then listen to the reply which our Lord gives you, speaking in the words of this admirable little book: “Wait a little while, and thou shalt see a speedy end of evils; meanwhile labor faithfully in My vineyard; I will be thy reward. Write, read, sing, sigh, keep silence, pray, bear thy crosses manfully; eternal life is worthy of all these and greater combats.” (Imit. iii. ch. 47.) Forget not this saying of our Lord: “The kingdom of heaven suffereth violence and the violent bear it away.” (St. Matt, xi. 12.).”  

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My Christmas Tree for all to SEE!

My Christmas tree is up! All decorated with handmade ornaments by myself and rosaries I have collected over the many years of my life. Broken chains, missing beads, and most of all, the Crosses were lost, AND it took me three days to repair the rosaries, so many; several were left to me when my mother passed away, several I found at garage sales, and most were mine all worn out. Yet they are all fixed TODAY and happily hanging on my Christmas tree, waiting as I am waiting for the celebration of the birth of our Redeemer.

God is so good; it is His birthday, yet we get the gifts; the greatest gift is knowing Him who became a man like us—living not in luxury but poverty to teach us what is essential in this life and what is not.  

I love Christmas; that was the day I met my husband when I was 17 years old.

Before I met him, when I was a young girl, I would ask God to give me a special Christmas gift as the day came closer, not knowing He would, the following Christmas 1997.  

What makes Christmas GRAND is that we all recognize it: atheists, non-Christians, children, and the elderly. That is the POWER OF GOD!

The word Christmas originally meant Christ’s Mass. I remembered back in 2015, a war against the word “Christmas.” Even the stores were trying to change it to Happy Holiday, but they lost. It is what it is, CHRISTMAS!  They CAN NOT; WILL NOT ever remove God!  

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About Me!

Okay, however, for me, it was in 1982 that I woke up. Looking back, that was a long time ago through the mind of the “looker” (me). The story was at that time I was hung up on one particular Bible verse, trying to figure out what it meant, at the same time reading Catholic prophecy.

Now…setting the stage for the reader, I was constantly searching (but for what?); one day, I found my rosary all tangled in a box of trinkets. What! I thought I should be praying this as I was taught in school. Yet, today (1982), the rosary is not part of the “team” anymore. Still, I thought I would begin again, and I did. I began to pray the rosary.

As I am typing, I realize I am getting off track from Fandango’s question, the question that inspired my thinking, he asked —> “How much have you and your priorities changed over the past twenty years?
I think what I will do is finish my story in a future post but to answer Fandango’s question, I will say one day in 1982, something happened to me like lightning, and I realized the Bible verse was all about the Catholic church adapting to the world. Adapting to the world, it changed, and today it is no longer the same religion I was taught back in the 40’s 50’s.


This knowledge that strangely showed to me was a shock and made me, through God’s grace,so STRONG in my Faith, the Faith that will never, ever change. Every day now since I recovered from Covid last month, I feel my faith has grown deeper with an understanding beyond words. Don’t be surprised if my future post reflect this change.

I Believe Because, true story

Coming out of the fog!

Wow-what an experience this has been, one moment I was here, and the next I felt as if I was in the twilight; still not sure what happened to me!

I hope all is well among the WordPress Community!

I know I must have missed participating in the challenges I love, reading.

This Covid 19 is very strange, it has a personality of its own. I know I was in the hospital, not fighting for my life but my sanity.

I will admit I had some strange experiences most of which I could describe as “supernatural, as my memory comes back to me I will try to share a little of what happened to me. All I can say right now is the world seems to be a stranger to me, I will pray for all of you — please pray I will come out of this foggy place.

Fandango Flashback, true story

Flashback from exactly One Year from today

Fantango’s Flashback challenge he asks below on his page.

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

From one year ago I posted this:

Personal Miracle Story
August 27, 2020
Myrna Migala

 

  Series of why I believe in God.

The story you are about to read now written without exaggeration. For a believer, not a good idea to lie or stretch the truth; it would be equivalent to hammering the nails in the hands of Jesus. I mention this since I hope the following story will always be believed since our family miracle story is one reason I believe in God.

Years ago, my daughter, with her husband, was told they would not conceive, disappointed as they were, they chose to adopt. A miracle itself, it is challenging to adopt babies. However, they successfully adopted not one but two babies, years apart. (Not twins)

When the second child a boy, I will call Denis. Denis was healthy and loving, but after three years, we lost him. He passed away quite suddenly. (Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever) The couple is  devastated  and confused as to why God allowed this to happen, why take our child?
The sadness that followed, there are no words to describe it. My daughter grieving, asked me who she could pray to intercede for her to God. All she wanted was consolation! A reason to go on living!
I told her to pray to St. Therese of the Child Jesus because her parents lost all their male children, and St. Therese promised that she would help those still living when in her eternity. Her feast day on the Traditional Catholic calendar is Oct. 3. (Vatican II council while adapting to the world changed much of the Traditions one was the removal of some Saints, changes to the calendar of saints sometime in the ’60s.) BTW, Catholics do not worship the Saints; rather, we look to them as an example of their life. We are not praying to the dead; Catholics believe Saints are alive living their eternity.

Trying to brief this long story into a shorter version, I continue.

The family prayed a novena for a consolation to St. Therese. Shortly after that, the Vatican II religion allowed her relics; relics of St. Therese carried throughout the world in 2000, for veneration. My daughter read in the news that these holy relics were coming to a nearby Church. While there, they pressed their loved one’s picture to the relic and asked only for help to get on with their life.

Now the miracle!

Ten months later, my daughter gave birth to a boy, and to add to the joy; his birthday is on the feast day of St.Therese, Oct.3. Oct.3 on the Tradition Catholic calendar. God in heaven loves the number three. Therefore He graced her with two other children totaling three.

No one will ever take the place of our Saint-Denis, who also has answered many prayers for us. He was only three, but it is a pious belief to imagine the souls who reside in heaven are at the prime age of 33, the period Jesus Christ died for the world.
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The Cosmic Photo Challenge — A Mirror

The theme is RELECTION!

When I noticed this theme of reflection, I remembered a picture I took when I was experiencing HDR photography. As you know, HDR stands for High Dynamic Range imaging.


The story of this photo is: A long, long time ago, my now deceased husband, his grandfather made this mirror with his own hands, so it is truly a one of a kind. I have since passed it along to the next generation.


When it hung in my home, I noticed how the reflection was of steps going upstairs. I took the initiative to place some shoes on the steps; dabbling with the bit of knowledge of HDR imaging, I started to experiment. Results as shown below.

It is said the eyes are a reflection of our soul!
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Do as I say Not as I DID! #TTC

I, for one, do not ENJOY confessing my stupidity.
Praying for the STRENGTH to do just that right here and now.
PERHAPS some other person will learn from my BAD!

Don’t DO THIS!

My true story! This week, a few days ago, while grocery shopping.
Everything went well as expected; however, after I placed my bags carefully into my car, a man approached me and said, “If I give you $20.00 will you drive me a few miles down the road to the motel where I let my girlfriend off, as we both fell down a big cliff, which is why I am all dirty.”
I said, “No, I don’t want your $20.00, and I don’t drive anyplace I am not familiar with.”
He showed me his driver’s license; I gave him my keys. (Dummy me) I know!

With my keys now in his hands, we drove out of the parking lot, noticing quickly he drove too fast, cutting other drivers off, squeezing in and out —in other words, driving recklessly.

I remained quiet, realizing I made a big mistake and was thinking about how to get out of this problem. My first thought was to become passive since I knew I was at his mercy.

As I traveled with him, while he controlled the wheels; it seemed to me he was lost, turning corners as going in circles. He was attentive to the passing vehicles and mentioned over and over, as we passed them, he said, “My girlfriend, I saw her in that car.”
A few moments later, he saw her in another car. He spoke again after a short time passed; he saw her walking down the street.
I told myself to remain calm since he began to become nervous, shaking, as some refer to as tweaking. He was wringing his hands while waiting for the lights to turn green. Finally, when he started to sound the horn at the car in front of us, I said,
“Don’t beep the horn at other drivers; you might cause an accident.”

“No! I would not want to do that,” he politely said.

By this time, I was the one getting nervous; he spoke to me over and over, saying, “God bless you, thank you, God, thank you.”

Looking around out the window, I realized we were getting into the neighborhood where my daughter worked. An idea was wrought! I spoke clearly to him the following words. “I remember now my meeting with my daughter at 10:30. Could we drive there? It’s just around the corner.” (which it was)
He was quick to respond, “sure, tell me where to turn.”

“Next corner, turn right.”

He obliged and turned; quickly as I instructed him. As he completed the turn, he spotted his motel and seemed pleased. “Right there is where I dropped my girlfriend off.” He exclaimed, excited!

“Great, turn into their driveway,” I said.

He did, he parked, put the keys on the seat, and ran into the entrance. I didn’t know I could still move so fast; at my elderly age of 80, I soon had control of my car like a flash. Driving carefully but not soon enough, I went into the street that would free me from my nightmare. I pulled over after driving a minute or two into a shopping mall; like a dam that burst, all my emotions flooded, tears streaming down my face. I sat there and scolded myself. My adult daughters also grounded me; it seems I am not allowed to go grocery shopping anymore unless one of my adult children or daughters-in-law are with me.

The End… sorry we can no longer reach out, these days.

TTC

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The Year was 1957

Come one come all to the Christmas Blogging Party HERE Your INVITED!

One Christmas; a story!
A year ending, a party foretell
My life — that Christmas Day!
A day I remember very well
Strangers; little did we know
A gift was coming; His plan!
This guy I met became my beau.
I often wonder this wise man.
A gift to me or was I a gift to him?
That gift from God, who else?
My husband, dear, my Christmas gift!

THAT YEAR 1957