Ah! Another Challenge, Word Prompts

An Explanation— Gift

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt –Identity – July 13, 2020

One day while I minded my own business, a couple of men tried to stump me. I knew by the tone of their voice what they intended. It so happened and unknown to me, my scapular was hanging out from beneath my outer garment—those who do not know a scapular, a blessed religious article sacred to Traditional Catholics.
They heckled and said,
“do you really believe that piece of cloth will save you”?
“No,” I said, “it is my identity.”
I continued to explain how an officer wears a badge, or others might wear a logo to identify themself.
To wear a Cross or medal is not superstitious as many WANT to believe; it means merely we identify ourselves with Jesus, Mary His Mother, who was with Him from His conception till His death. Now that is worth in which to identify for those who believe.scapular

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A Short True Story

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “MIGHTY”, The word click here

 

 

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“Because He that is mighty, hath done great things to me; and holy is His name.” Luke 1;49

Impossible to love her more than her Son, she will always lead you to her Son.

One day while I was explaining to my friend why we honor Mary, she listened and heard. Her young daughter was in the hospital, she was on her way to visit, stopping at the long red light, her eyes looking this way and that way, she saw a Church down the street with a giant statue there of Jesus.

Her daughter was very seriously ill, and she, my friend, decided it was time to pray for her, she continued driving but made a turn around to the Church building to pray at the Church. When she pulled up to the building, getting out of her car, it was not Jesus, but Mary’s figure beckoned her to come into the Church.

Later she mentioned to me her experience and said, “Mary led me to Jesus.” My friend was soon after Baptised as well as her daughter.

 

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Words Unknown

Traditional writing and True, my shining moment to remember!

dVerse has given us an opportunity to share your shining moment.  This is mine!

My shining moment was and will always be the moment in time when my son came home after several stays in Afghanistan. He often still speaks of the time he experienced combat — waking up to intruders, and suddenly from one second to the next, face to face with the enemy.
Knowing of this event and waiting for his return. The words expressing how I felt when he came home, are yet unknown to even a Linquist.

One dry, dusty day …
Far away from home! Shots fired!
My Prayer answered.

AlanA

 

#JusJoJan, SoCS, true story

Pondering Padre Pio, his story

Haven’t posted now for a few days, just been busy pondering instead. Here on WordPress, some interesting people come up with prompts to encourage us to write. Today I accept the challenge of one such prompt, “Movie Titles”;SoCS is asking to use the last title of the movie we watched. 

Last night I watched a Youtube movie titled “Padre Pio” for those who do not know this person all you need do is search the internet, he is one worth remembering. 

The link to the very long and moving movie is … https://tinyurl.com/sa7n7u5

The film and my pondering have haunted me with this thought: 

The Church teaches us that Jesus Christ suffered and died for ALL, but not all people care about it! In the Garden just before He was taken to begin His Passion of death, He saw our faces. Each and every one of us He saw. He knew who would appreciate His reason for coming into the world; His goal was not to live but to die for us. He began to sweat His Blood when He saw the faces of those who would not care. 

Thinking again, how there is no such thing as “Time” when it refers to God the thought of Him suffering just for me that day, centuries before I was born, overwhelms my mind today!  

 

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Rhyming Christmas with Etheree Poetry

dVerse is asking for Christmas to rhyme, why not try an Etheree in Poetry!

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Wake Up

See the Morn

Brightly Glowing

A Baby is Born

His Mother Beckoning

Welcoming All Shepherds — Kings

A World Sleeps on while Angels Sing

The Newborn King wrapped in swaddling clothes

Close your eyes, to hear His Voice Whispering

 

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The word today— SASHAY

A little story to share! It all started several months ago when my neighbors’ pet duck wandered over to my yard and made a nest under my porch. She gathered pine needles and felt quite safe. I waited in wonder what would happen next and this week she came out from down under with 12 little ducklings sashaying behind her.

One of the small miracles of life; these 12 tiny fuzzy little creature and how they all stick together following their mother wherever she goes. I am enjoying watching them. They have become the delight of my life; you might say, my life must be pretty dull if a few ducklings can bring such joy.

No, not dull, yet, raised in Chicago this touch of rare country living God permitted me; His tender tending His creatures reminds me of this Bible verse. “Behold the birds of the air, for they neither sow, nor do they reap, nor gather into barns: and your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are not you of much more value than they?” [Matthew 6:26]

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Aren’t they cute?

Daily Spur, true story

And, It Happened to Me, REALLY — True Story

 

Usually, it is not my thing to write about my personal life. Love reading about yours but mine is on the dull side. That was until a few days ago which results in the inspirational title of this blog.  Today is special since it really happened to me!

Washington State having been inundated with snow during the last few weeks; even declared an emergency. So picture this; living in a home with a steep, metal roof. Yes, you can see where I am going with this story, but continue reading where the angels come in. Whoever said angels don’t exist and protect us is wrong.

There is one part of my home that the snow falls first, falling own to the porch below the roof. Hearing it fall I gazed out my window, noticing how cute my birdfeeder looked with the snow piled up to the sky. Grabbing my boots, and camera I started to venture down the walkway, where I needed to go to capture the picture.

This has never happened to me before which is why this is a special post, but I heard in my pee brain a voice, loud and clear; “STOP! don’t take another step.” I stopped and looked up to see there above just a little corner of snow that didn’t come down yet; it was at the edge of the roof above the spot where I intended to walk for the best view of my birdfeeder. From my viewpoint not realizing the danger I took another step, just then I heard the creaking above, and I instinctively froze.

I was wrong it was not just a little bit of snow, behind it was such a force, it shot off my roof, over the porch above me and on to the sidewalk just in front of me where I was standing frozen in fear. It knocked me over face down into the snowdrifts beside me; it felt as if a cannonball hit my upper back and neck. However, because I did hesitate and stopped just before the avalanche, instead of standing in full line I was only standing at the end of the snow line.

I did manage to get up, retrieved my camera which flew in the snowdrifts, retreated inside the house, pondered about the experience as to what could have been but wasn’t.

After a few moments, I climbed over the snow-covered walkway and took the coveted picture. Today I am reminded by the experience with a souvenir whiplash on my neck and of course, the birdfeeder picture is seen below.

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Tradition + Haibun Poetry just for YOU!

My Haibun for dVerse

Once Upon Tradition, we discovered that Truth and Humility are very similar in the fact that humility, among other definitions, is acceptance of Truth. Without humility, we cannot win heaven. Because If humility is missing, PRIDE is present.
Just think, it is very straightforward! God can only create goodness, and the angels when created were untainted. However tradition explains, God who knows all things, foretold to His angels that He would also create a nature with a lower essence than His angels. God continued to educate the angels of His plan, but many of them objected to giving one particular woman her proper place. “I will not serve.” The idea that a mere woman would be so privileged, blessed and recognized as to carry God within her human body.

Luke chapter 1; verse 48 “All generations shall call me BLESSED.”

At that moment in time Pride was born into existence, many angels fell.
Pride originated; deception appeared. The fallen then showing Adam and Eve how pleasant Pride looks, Eve accepted the bait while exercising free will thus; giving a new twist on that phrase, “The right to choose.”

Freewill — right to choose
angels, devils, good, evil
humility, pride

 

 

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Once Upon a Time — An Earthquake

dVerse   Haibun and Haiku

One unexpected day for me quite unforgettable was the Northridge Earthquake: On January 17, 1994, at 4:31 am, an earthquake in California where I lived with my husband and six children occurred. It was rumored at that time the quake was over 7 magnitude, but for the benefit of the insurance companies, the experts said 6.7.
Suddenly without warning, the bed started to go up and down, violently, not back and forth as one would expect but, up and down. The noise of all the pictures and other “whatevers” hanging on the wall was overwhelming. I jumped out of bed knowing it was an earthquake and quickly ran into my children, pulling them out of bed, rushing with my husband outside the house, and into our car. Sitting in the car getting our self together after the shock of it all. Sitting waiting for daylight, since all utilities were out. We could see and hear our neighbors doing the same thing, but some were using flashlights inspecting their property. The aftershocks too were quite disastrous.
Our family was one of the fortunate ones with little damage compared to the many others. When something like this happens, at least in my case, I forget to pray I react to the experience only. Therefore, now when I am in my quiet time and do pray, I have this imaginary spiritual bank account that my Guardian Angel is in charge of, and if something of this nature ever happens again, I will automatically draw from it. It may sound silly to the reader here, but it gives me the piece of mind I need while living in this dangerous world.

Shake Rattle and roll —
One cold, long night without sleep
historic moment!

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Comical Courage

 

It takes COURAGE to write an actual story that sounds more like a joke on a religiously serious themed blog, but here goes.

Not really a joke at all, because it happened to me, true story.

One day about 25 years ago, I was caring for one of my granddaughters, she was about 4 or 5 years old at that time.

I was a bit disgruntled about all the nonsense I saw on T.V. at that time extended to kids T.V. shows, in my opinion. This particular child, like most, loved to sit and watch T.V. she would sit there all day if someone allowed it.

I started to talk to her about it. The conversation went somewhat like this. I will call her Little Zandra to protect the innocent.

“Little Zandra don’t you think you are watching too much television?”
“No, I love T.V. granny.”
“There are so many bad things on the T.V. for a little girl to see.”
“I want you to make me a promise, little Zandra.”
“What is it?”
“Promise me you will never, ever watch bad EVIL television shows again.”
“Okay, I promise I will never watch bad EVIL television, I will only watch good evil, T.V.”

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