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Prepare Yourself

This passage from the Book of Sirach was one of the reading for Mass on Tuesday, February 21st. On that morning, facing another disappointment, I sat in the 8am Mass and hearing these words, I felt as if God was speaking directly to me.

What a consolation to know that I was not forgotten. That God was encouraging me to stay the course.

TRUST IN GOD 1 My child, when you come to serve the Lord,* prepare yourself for trials.a 2 Be sincere of heart and steadfast, and do not be impetuous in time of adversity. 3 Cling to him, do not leave him, that you may prosper in your last days. 4 Accept whatever happens to you; in periods of humiliation be patient. 5 For in fire gold is tested, and the chosen, in the crucible of humiliation.b 6 Trust in God, and he will help you; make your ways straight and hope in him. 7 You that fear the Lord, wait for his mercy, do not stray lest you fall. 8 You that fear the Lord, trust in him, and your reward will not be lost. 9 You that fear the Lord, hope for good things, for lasting joy …

Don't Give Up Chocolate for Lent!

My 55th birthday is in March. Which means I’ve been planning the festivities since January. Do you know what else I’m planning for in March? Lent! I love Lent! While some will spend Wednesday, March 1st nursing the aftereffects of Mardi Gras, I will head to Mass at 8 a.m. for Ash Wednesday and the beginning of my forty-day journey toward Easter. Like my March birthday, I’ve been thinking about Lent for weeks. I can’t wait to get started and to share the Lenten journey with you. You might ask why I’m talking about Lent today when it doesn’t begin until Wednesday? Well, like my birthday, important events should be planned for in advance. I don’t want you to reach the beginning of Lent and be caught by surprise. I don’t want you to make some lame pronouncement like, “Well, I guess I’ll give up chocolate again this year,” without thinking about the true meaning and value of Lent. Lent is not a diet plan. Lent was not thought up by the Seafood Council of America. Lent is not a conspira…

Hot and Sour Soup - Slow Cooker Style

The other day I had the pleasure of have a bowl of hot and sour soup at our local soup store. It was delicious and the first time I'd had this soup outside of a Chinese restaurant.
It got me thinking that I'd like to make a pot of it myself.
It turns out that it couldn't be easier, especially making with a slow cooker. Making it at home also allows you to control the ingredients and it's much less expensive than buying it in a restaurant.
Best of all, it's very easy.
Here's my'll notice that a I've used "to taste" quite a bit, because this soup really is to taste. So, taste frequently as you go along.
Into a medium size slow cooker add:
One green cabbage chopped into small pieces
Two pints of mixed mushrooms
One 14 oz block of extra firm tofu
Vegetable or chicken stock or water to fill the slow cooker after ingredients have been added
Low sodium soy sauce to taste
Rice Vinegar to taste
Ground hot pepper to taste
Ground black pep…

Don’t Look Back

Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson
Look down upon my sorrows and rescue me, for I am obeying your commands. Yes, rescue me and give me back my life again just as you have promised. (Psalm 119:153 NLT) When I read this verse, I was stopped by six simple words: Give me back my life again. I immediately prayed, “No, Lord. Answer my prayers, but please don’t give me back my life.” My old life? Was very cushy. I lived overseas. I flew to Dubai for weekends on the beach when I needed a break. Or Paris, where one day sitting at an outdoor café I decided the cure to my blue mood was an expensive purse. Or a month island hopping off the coast of Croatia. I had a closet full of the latest fashions. I met friends for dinners and drinks several times a week. I had it all, and I was miserable. When my bouts of depression became too much to bear, I’d head off on another trip, another shopping spree, always in pursuit of more to fill the emptiness in my heart. Ironically, during this period I attended Mass weekl…

When you are lonely but afraid to admit it

In grade school, I was a troublemaker. When our math teacher warned that the next person who spoke would be kicked out of the test, I was compelled to ask if he meant ‘now’. During French class, sounding like a crazed Julia Child, I asked loudly and repeatedly, “Ou est le salle de bain?” Although surely I knew the bathroom was across the hall. I excelled at making my classmates laugh. Which might lead you to believe that I was beloved by all. Nothing was further from the truth. I was so lonely that I joined the swim team so I could earn the right to sit at the popular kids table during lunch. Although I became a state swimming champion and received an athletic scholarship to the University of Michigan, I never made it to the popular table. Even now, so many years later, people often confuse my ready smile with ease and extroversion. But my closest friends recognize when I’ve retreated into my house for too long and need to be called back into the world. Turn to me and be gracious to me, for…