Monday, December 30, 2013

Where You Are

     While chatting with a client during her appointment she shared with me that her son had the opportunity to possibly work in Abu Dhabi. How exciting I answered, to be young and in your early twenties with no responsibilities and the world ahead of you. I shared a story with her about when I was his age I had gone to the Haute Couture Hair shows in Paris and met a hairdresser from London, Shumi, that wanted me to come to London and work for him. Wow I though, how cool would that be, to work at a hair salon in London? The owner of the salon where I worked at the time was also at the show, matter of fact he introduced us. When we got back to the states I commented that I would really like to pursue the opportunity. My boss asked me if I really thought that's what he wanted from me? I think he has a crush on you. Eww, this man was probably old enough to be my father. It did spook me though and I thought about the stories I would hear about the young models that get over to Europe and end up making little or no money with no way to get home. That was enough for me, I dropped the idea. Then a sister that lived in Cincinnati, a friend in Chicago, I was going to get out of this town, and as you can clearly see, I never did. My client shared a similar scenario. Her sister was travelling all over Paris and she was going to join her. Why didn't you I asked. Well, she hesitated, I stayed here and got married.

     Fast forward to same clients Holiday party when I am chatting with her husband. He shared a story about the "guys" at work and how they all say they have gorgeous wives. One of them said to him, man you really do have a gorgeous wife, you aren't lying. He went on to gush over her talent as an artist and chef and mother and declared he was the luckiest guy in the world. What a beautiful moment it was, to see she was supposed to be right here, as was I. We are all right where we are supposed to be.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Thanks Giving


     This morning's reading I have heard many times before. It was so fitting to hear it on this day, this Thanksgiving day. Luke 17, the story of the 10 lepers that were healed with only one coming back to give thanks to Jesus for healing speaks volumes. Father Adam asked how can one be healed of something so wretched and not come back and give thanks? How is that even possible? However he also begged the question how much do we resemble these lepers? Honestly? How much do we take for granted in our own lives? I have to admit I have never known poverty or hunger. I was blessed in fortunate circumstance and many even have called me sheltered. But it is one thing to not be starving for food and another to be starving in faith. So much loss, and suffering befell me these past few years. When at times I felt so desperate I was not sure how I would go on. Through these dark times I held onto one thing that was always there. God's grace was always there for me. Funny thing about grace. Grace comes one day at a time, one hour at a time, sometimes one minute at a time. There is no extra grace that you can store away for a rainy day.  But every time I needed, it is always there, unconditionally, strengthening my faith, my belief that whatever earthly situations were placed in my life had a purpose. God also placed people in my life during these times that I could lean on and believe me I leaned. The circumstances I now know were there to help me understand, to move me, to stretch me, to help me evolve. To give me compassion towards others, compassion I lacked. So I could easily see how only one leper came back to give thanks. So much we are given is taken for granted. As I drove home from the Thanksgiving service today my gratitude welled up in me and overcame me to the point of tears. I am blessed, so very blessed with privileges so many will never know. And I know my heart must be grateful and giving all the rest of my days. Even when it's tough, even when I don't understand, I must love.

Monday, November 18, 2013

The Gift

So this morning, per usual, I contemplated sleeping in for a few more minutes or dragging myself out of bed to make it to 9am mass at Holy Angels. Having made the commitment to try and attend as many services as I could, time allowing, mass won over sleep. Rushing around to get there on time I just threw on a comfy outfit and a cute hat to hide my wild and crazy morning hair. On my ride I was reflecting on a conversation I had with my boyfriend Saturday night at dinner. He shared with me his commitment to share his talents with his church community. Everyone has a unique spiritual gift they are called to share, he said. Over the last few months that seems to have been a theme, from servitude Sunday, to recent readings this sharing of our own unique gift has been a running dialog. So on my drive this morning I was considering my gift. I have thought about being a reader, since I have the gift of gab. I am not an official member of Holy Angels although I attend regularly and have gone on several of their retreats and even volunteered at events. I don't know why, I just haven't made the official commitment, yet.

     So rushing into the chapel I was approached by a gentleman and asked if I would like to do the readings this morning. Considering I was one of the last ones heading in I thought it odd he hadn't secured anyone before me. I told him I wasn't really dressed for it but he assured me that was fine.
I sat up front with him and for the few minutes I had before mass actually started I prayed for courage and strength. I was a bit nervous but realized I was among friends, fellow worshipers who would hopefully not judge me too harshly if I messed up. When the time came for the reading I was filled with a strength, I guess the Holy Spirit, and quite calm. As I worked my way through the reading I'm quite sure I massacred a few biblical names and places...Oh well. I carried on to the psalms and completed my assignment. Phew.. my new friend smiled and said nice job :) After mass we formally introduced ourselves, and Lawrence thanked me once again for stepping in. I felt really good about being able to step in at the last minute to be a reader and am considering this as my gift. Especially if I have the reading ahead of time and get the correct pronunciations!

     When I got home I checked my email for a communication that I was expecting with no luck. I checked my spam folder, something I rarely do and there was an email from the International Star Registry encouraging me to share the star that I purchased for my sister November 18th 2007. That's when my God-Instance happened. I had not realized until this moment it was my sister's birthday today in heaven. There she was, aligning the universe again to continue to be a spiritual mentor to me. Wow... so thankful to be open to the power of her as my angel, still so much a part of my life.

The Journey

I decided to write this blog to document so many God-Instances that have happened and continue to happen in my life. Perhaps they will resound in your journey, perhaps not. Maybe others will read it, maybe not. I just feel compelled to write so many of these divine moments so that I don't forget and can look back and remember these blessings in my life. I am not a perfect Catholic, no where near, but I am convicted in my faith to continue to learn and grow and share things that touch me in this spiritual journey.