It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...

Today has been in the making for 44 years.  Today is my 44th birthday.  As most of you know, I love, LOVE to celebrate my birthday.  And, more than that, I love to celebrate my friends and families birthdays.  What is so special about today's birthday?  It fell on a Sunday.  Why is this important you ask?  Because I got my birthday blessing on my actual birthday.  This may not seem like a big deal to some, but to others, and me, it just might.

If that wasn't enough, after all that's been going on with a couple of the projects I've been working on, I got to go to Mass on my birthday.  Yes, I could go to daily Mass if it was during the week.  But today, there was just something *different*.   Let me back up...

Last night at exactly 11:00pm, my mother called from her home in Myrtle Beach, SC to wish me happy birthday.  Yes, you read that right, 11:00pm.  It has been a family tradition that since I was born in the greatest city in the United States, Pittsburgh, which is Eastern Standard Time, my day starts on  Eastern Standard Time.  As my Mom was giving me her love, I felt my Mema with me.  As we got off the phone, I cried.  I missed both my Mom and my Mema terribly.  Oh, how I wished I could go visit!  Then, this morning, my Mom called to wish me happy birthday Central Standard Time.  After we got off the phone, again I felt my Mema.  I went to shower and as usual, plugged my iphone into the dock to play music, always on shuffle.  Always.  The first song, before I even hit the shower was a song called Steppin' Out by Tony Orlando and Dawn.  Growing up, my sister and I thought someone wrote a song about Mema (the line goes, 'don't worry bout me, ma).  It was always our song to her.  And, her she was telling me she was here.  Wishing me happy birthday, and that she didn't forget me.  I was laughing and crying simultaneously.  I even said to her "I can't believe you remembered" and she said "how could I forget?" which of course, made me cry harder. 

“To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.”― St. Thomas Aquinas

 

Now, back to Mass.  I went up to receive the Eucharist.  Some days, this sacrament makes me cry.  Over the years, my kids have grown accustomed to my crying at Mass and know that I'm okay.  Today was such a day.  I was in line and as I approached the Host, the tears started.  As I approached the chalice they really were coming.  My hand was starting to shake and I was almost afraid I would spill it (I didn't).  Then, as I knelt down to say my prayers, I was held by Jesus and given the most beautiful birthday.  For a brief moment, I felt with my entire heart exactly how much God loves me and it was more than I could bear.  I asked Him why would He die for me, just for me.  And of course, His answer was because He loves ME.

This was a spiritual high for me.  Of course, the feeling didn't last long, just a glimpse and it was more than enough.  Usually, when my birthday arrives, I give my family a myriad of ideas for presents (sleep number bed, Ninja kitchen system, tons of stuff from infomercials, etc).  This year, I just didn't have anything.  I looked around at my friends, my family--especially those who have become family, my chrp sisters, my bunko sisters, my gurus, and all that God has blessed me with and I felt exactly that, blessed.  I was okay with that.  I started the day with Mass and spent the entire day being loved on and blessed by those close and those far, as far away as PARIS!  (We have family in PARIS right this minute and they took time out of their holiday to wish ME, a blessed day.) I have felt so loved and so WANTED.  That is most beautiful for me and means more to me than any material gift ever could.  That is all I've ever wanted and what I wish for all of you, that you may feel loved and wanted because you are.  Especially by me.

Until next time,
Please pray for my friend who had a heart attack this morning.

PS.  Rest assured, my birthday celebrating will continue for weeks as usual!

You take the good, you take the bad, you take 'em both and there you have

The facts of life.  The facts of life.  Yea, show of hands how many of you are singing that now.  lol 

A lot of stuff has been going on this summer.  Projects, reading, family time.  Most of it has been pretty awesome.  This week has been a mixture of awesome, awestruck, and awwshitakemushrooms.

Monday afternoon brought unwanted clarification.  I knew with 95% certainty of this information already.  But for those of you that know me personally, that 5% makes all the difference.  Well, as of Monday, I have 100% clarification and that hurt.  I know I share just about everything with all of you, but I cannot go into detail.  Just know that this information had me crying in the arms of my loving husband while I felt very unwanted and unloved.  I texted my spiritual gurus and they held my mat while I cried.

Going to bed Monday night, I talked to God most of the night.  I asked Him to hold me.  I asked Him why? I asked Him to help me forgive.   I asked Him lots of questions and He gave me answers.  He answered Tuesday morning in spades!  I awoke to a twitter from Fr. Larry Richards saying "courage daughter, your faith has saved you."  Cool, no?!  Then, I went to daily Mass with my priest and FOUR Deacons!  SO cool!  And, it was one of my very favorite readings!  Then, I had breakfast with my Podmate who always, always cheers me up and teaches me about God.  And, if that weren't enough, I got to chat online with my favorite Priest whose currently in India!  Granted, it was most brief, but much needed!

Tuesday advanced a personal project I'm working on.  Thursday, I met with a lovely woman to advance my project!  Nope, I'm not telling you what it is until it's official.  You'll have to wait!  Bwa ha ha!  Then, I got to have lunch with one of my favorite people!  She moved away and is back to visit this week!!!  Then, today, I watched as my son used his Eagle Scout skills and repaired our bathroom toilet...without duct tape!  After that, I went to watch my amazing nephew's band concert today.  He's so awesome!  It's cool to live so close and watch him grow up into a fine young man.  I am most proud of him!  And, if that wasn't enough, it was annual Cow day at Chik-fil-A!! My sister who's my biggest supporter (and my heart, and my everything) and I went with my nephew to our annual cow day lunch.  It was absolutely lovely!  Then, I came home and I called my dad (George's).  He never ceases to make me feel loved :D

It's funny to watch how God works sometimes.  Sure, my week started off shitakemushrooms.  And, truth be told, I'm still smarting from it and probably will for some time.  That doesn't stop the rest of my week being an amazing highlight reel of my family, my friends, and my faith!  God continues to show me how much I am loved.  How much I am needed.  How much I am blessed.  And, that my friends, I truly am.  I am blessed to be a blessing.

Until next time,
Know that no matter what, I.  Like.  You.

Love,
Me

God, my son and me

One of many things I have learned in my faith journey is that I am just like a lot of the saints.  That doesn't come from a place of boasting of "I'm just like the saints!  I'm so awesome!"  Quite the contrary.  While at times (few and far between mind you) I feel I have moments of awesomeness, it comes from a place of "oh, I'm like the saints, I struggle with the same things they did!"  And, having some of their same struggles makes me feel better about myself.  That together, I can do this!

Inasmuch as I love God, will all that I am, and all that my heart and soul has, I find that I have many moments, more so than I'd like, of unbelief.  The past few weeks, things are changing in my family.  For the good mind you.  But, change is rather uncomfortable for me as I'm sure it is for quite a few of you out there.  Recently, my son began a new journey.  A journey that I cannot help him on.  It's his walk, his time, his place.  As a woman, as a mother, as a control freak, this is hard for me.  The feeling of helplessness of not being in control.  Last week I lamented such to Deacon Robert..."Don't you know God needs my help!" lol  Only said in jest 10%, the other 90% I was serious.  So, I began to pray, not just pray, but pray in earnest.  And you know that feeling when you pray like something is uncomfortable is hovering just below the surface but you don't want to deal with it so you stuff it back down?  Yea, well last night, I decided no more stuffing (unless it's with my chicken, that stuff is goooooood).  It was revealed to me that in a comment I made yesterday (actually, I've been making it a lot this past week) for something specific to happen to my son, would be an act of God) that I didn't believe it would happen.  That I was putting God to the test yet again (if you do exist do XYZ).  Then, as I awoke this morning, the very same was revealed to me.  This was unsettling to me!

I've seen too many miracles my entire life, everyday in fact if I pay attention to know that He truly does exists.  For those of you who don't know, I am a walking miracle as our you.  So many obstacles that I shouldn't of overcome, I have from the minute I was born until today.  I've seen constantly, when I choose to actually pay attention, how He works in my life.  So the doubting makes me uncomfortable.  The more I dug, I realized it's not doubting, it's fear.  This path my son is on, I have at least 100 people praying for him, if not more.  What if this path that he wants is not what God wants?  Did I waste their time asking for their prayers?  Did they waste their prayers on my son when they could've been praying for something/someone else?  What if my son is only on this path because he doesn't know what other path to take?  What if he's taking the path because he thinks it's what everyone else wants for him?  I mentioned a couple of these questions to Deacon Robert last week and he reminded me that if it's what God wants then the path will continue.  If not, then God will move him to the right path.  This of course, led me to think of Gamalie, a pharisee who said "Therefore, in the present case I advise you: Leave these men alone! Let them go! For if their purpose or activity is of human origin, it will fail.  But if it is from God, you will not be able to stop these men; you will only find yourselves fighting against God.” Acts 5:38-39  It's one of my very favorite lines from the bible and trust me, there are many!

So, if I know all of this in my heart of hearts, why to I have my unbelief?  I'll tell you why, because I am human.  Because I suspect like some of you, God's love for me is too infinite for me to grasp.  My head knows how much God loves me.  I mean, come on, He died for ME (and you)!  That's unselfish love right there.  But while my head knows it, my heart cannot comprehend it.  I'm a parent.  I love my kids with all that I am.  I would lay down my life for my kids, my family, my friends, probably just about any one.  That I can fathom.  God loves me MORE than that.  That is hard to digest or comprehend.  That is scary to me.  

So, here I sit, in my moments of unbelief, watching my son begin this new path, hoping that it is what he is meant to do.  I know if it is he will bring great joy to those he comes in contact with (regardless of whatever path he is on).  To meet my son is to be in the presence of great joy and love.  He is enthusiastically joyful.  He questions everything.  He works hard and loves deep even if he won't admit it, cause you know, he's a guy.   He, like most children can be trying at times, but that is not what the world sees.  It is what I am blessed to see.  This tiny child that once fit in the crook of my arm, his head resting on my elbow now towers over me.  The same child who grasped my hand as he learned to walk and held my hand as he crossed the street, still holds my hand weekly.  The same child who was headstrong and got upset when things didn't go his way has grown into a headstrong man who doesn't like it when things do not go his way, but understands there is a reason whether he likes it or not.  The same child that made me laugh as a little boy, makes me laugh every day.  So, yes, he will truly bless those no matter what path he is on.  He has blessed me more than I ever thought possible.

Until next time,
Please pray for my son as he begins his new path.

Love,
Me

Bff's, Disciples and God

I'm thick.  Thick in my thighs, thick in the head, and spiritually thick.

I was riding this high the last part of this week.  After everything I told you about Wednesday I was all God is awesome!  He hears me!  Then, Thursday, I was invited to St. Gabriel's for a praise and worship meeting.  I was very excited to go because I had been invited a couple years ago, but never was able to make it.  So, I went, and my Jesus high continued!  First off, St. Gabriel is my guardian angel, so that was awesome!  Then, we sang songs and all through the service I kept getting signs giving a positive affirmation of something that I had wanted more than anything in my life.  Something, that was out of my hands and out of my control.  It was in the Holy Spirits hands.  Obviously, all these positive signs were a yes!  I was even more elated!  And, to highlight the evening, I shared it with one of my bestest friends in the whole world, Patti.  Clearly I have a lot of best friends. lol  I don't say that lightly.  Having literally no friends growing up, I take my friendships deeply to heart.  Carol was my first best friend, then Tina, then Patti.  There's also Sharon, Julie, Sheila and Mary P (I know more than one Mary lol) and my bunco group.   I am extremely close to these women and to just say they're my friend seems to minimize the weight in which my heart loves them.  But, I digress.  Patti was the sprinkles and cherry and cream on top of the evening.

I knew from earlier in the week that the decision on which I'd been waiting would be coming yesterday.  And, it did.  And, it was not in my favor.  One of my bffs texted me immediately and then asked if they were a bad friend for letting me know.  Seriously?  I don't have bad friends.  I thought it was beautiful and courageous of her.  And, I am extremely excited for those of my bffs who this decision  was favorable.  However, that's where it all ended.

My high crashed.  Plummeted into the depths of the center of the earth.  The why's began.  Why not me?  Was I not good enough?  Why am I never good enough?  What did I do wrong?  I wasn't angry.  No, I was hurt.  Very deeply hurt.  At this point, my husband and I were taking my son to his first retreat at my beloved Montserrat.  On the way there, I texted a friend asking if I had done something wrong.  She said absolutely not and then gave some consoling words.  I texted one of my favorite people in the world as soon as I had heard the news and she was wonderful.  My husband came to me with open arms and held me as I cried.  All of this consoling all I could think of was I don't want consolation, I want my answer.  What were all those signs about!!!?!  I texted another one of my bff's, Tina.  Actually, I texted all my bffs who got the yes and told them how I was extremely happy for them, because I AM.  My sadness and hurt does not diminish my joy for them.  I'm kinda weird that way (among others).  Anywho, Tina and I lamented how we wouldn't be together.  She and I haven't had a lot of time lately.  But, we'll figure it out.  As we arrived at Montserrat, I got a hug from Fr. Ron, which was a gift from God.  That I do know.  Priests just don't go around giving random hugs, at least the ones I know.  Then, after showing my family around my second home, my son and I sat on my swing.  That was a beautiful moment in my life.  However, I was antsy.  I didn't want to overstay my welcome or encroach on his time, plus, it felt weird to be so sad and want to cry while being happy for my son.  We left him in great hands, Gods.

Then, this morning, still smarting.  I texted another one of my bffs.  I told her how I really feel.  I left nothing out.  I laid myself bare before her and told her how hurt I was by God.  How I misread all of his signs.  That I was spiritually blind and I didn't give a hoot anymore.  Being the wonderful person she is, she held me through the phone, gave me her love and support, and gently chided me for some of the things that I had said.  That's the great thing about my friendships.  They don't coddle me.  They hold me accountable and tell me the truth.  Even when it hurts.  They call me on my negative thoughts and feelings, my hurt and my anger.  And that was awesome.  My bff did all of this while getting ready for her daughter's wedding.  Tell me that's not awesome, I dare you.

Finally, I called my mom.  I miss her terribly.  More than I can express.  I explained what happened and she said that I don't know what His plan was.  More of the same, but from my mom.  Finally, I cracked.  "Mom, can't just one person say that this decision is wack?!  That it's crazy that it wasn't in my favor?  That it's unfair and wrong?!!!!"  God love her, my mom said "I can't do that because it was God's decision".  UGH!  I hate when she's right.  When everyone is right but me!  I know there's a reason.  I understand there's a reason.  I DON'T LIKE THE DECISION SO GIVE ME THE BLESSED REASON ALREADY!!!!!  Yea, he doesn't work like that.

So, here I sit, after two blissful days of signs that all is well and that I'm hearing God, dejected, spent and sad.  You know, the disciples didn't have it easy.  Things didn't go their way even when Jesus was among them.  They were asked to blindly trust.  I said I'd work on it, and then at the first opportunity, I failed miserably.   Which after the initial disappointment in myself, I realized wasn't so bad.  The disciples failed lots of times.  Look at Peter, he and Saul are my favorites.  I mean, I like the others, don't get me wrong, but I relate to those two a lot more.  They failed and they were His disciples and eventually, they got it right.  I'm His disciple too.  How could I expect not to fail, to be any better than they were?

Does this mean that I'm all happy with his choice for me now?  Um, no.  I'm still sad and God is still awesome.  We'll get on the same page eventually.

Until next time,
Please pray for my son who is on retreat.

Love,
Me

Th

Then, this morn

God's Surprises

When you talk to God, you're praying.  But when He talks to you, people think you're nuts.

What happens when God talks to you?  I've been talking to God lately.  Telling him my woes and trials and praying for others.  I asked Him to send me billboards.  He and I both know how thick I can be sometimes.  Well, yesterday, He hit me smack in the head with a ton of billboards.  Let me explain...

I've been dealing with a few decisions of my own.  Choices really.  Choices that can be a bit scary.  The unknown usually is.  I've been trying to make a new bible study at church the last two weeks called the Daughters of Mary.  I finally made it last night.  As I walked in, I headed to the water fountain and as I turned the corner, there was the sacred heart of Jesus painting, hanging where it always is saying "Jesus, I trust in you".  I chuckled to myself and said "I'm workin' on it, I'm working on it."  I made it to the fountain and then to the study.    The first thing I read is the spiritual Gift of the Week:

We ask for the grace of courageous faith in the Trinity.   Mary had a courageous faith in the mystery of the Trinity.  In the love of the Father, she said yes to the Spirit and gave birth to Christ, and also, she guided the birth of the Church at Pentecost.

  

Immediately, I started laughing to myself.  I know I don't have a courageous faith!  Then we read a homily from Pope Francis.  Here is the excerpt that spoke to me.

Newness always makes us a bit fearful, because we feel more secure if we have everything under control, if we are the ones who build, program, and plan our lives in accordance with our own ideas, our own comfort, our own preferences.  This is also the case when it comes to God.  Often we follow him, we accept him, but only up to a certain point.  It is hard to abandon ourselves to him with complete trust, allowing the Holy Spirit to be the soul and guide of our lives in our every decision.  We fear that God may force us to strike out on new paths and leave behind our all too narrow, closed and selfish horizons in order to become open to his own.  Yet throughout the history of salvation, whenever God reveals himself, he brings newness and change, and demands our complete trust.  Are we open to "God's surprises"? Or are we closed and fearful before the newness of the Holy Spirit?

At this point, silent tears began to fall down my face.  Gods was speaking directly to me.  He knew exactly what has been going on with me.  He knows how I last blogged about blind trust in Him.  Reading this was extremely comforting.  It was through the Pope that God blatantly showed me that the decisions that have been turning in my head like a whirling dervish are good.  That I shouldn't let the fear of newness and getting out of my comfort zone keep me from making necessary decisions.  How often have I  not only shut the door, but locked it and pulled down the blinds to God's surprised?  He totally pegged me on my control freak nature and the feeling of security that comes with it.  However, God was not done talking with me yet.  We read John 16: 12-15.  Here is the excerpt that got me. "I have much more to tell you, but you cannot bear it now."  That right there is the answer to me constantly wanting to know God's plan!  My first thought was "how bad is it, if I'm not going to be able to bear it?"  But listening to these women talk, I learned that it is God giving me exactly what I need to get through exactly what I'm going through.  Just the right measure.  No more.  No less.

So, I left the bible study extremely elated.  Knowing that God has lots of surprises for me, I just have to open my hand and my heart to Him.  The first thing I did this morning was make a huge decision that was extremely out of my comfort zone.  I'll let you know how that goes.  Open hand and open heart, right?  I can do this, and you can too.   What is holding you back from God's surprises?  Are you a control freak like me?  Are you scared, like me?  You can do it.  Like Bill Murray says in "What About Bob?"  "baby steps".  We can do this!

Until next time,

Say a prayer.  Any prayer.

Love,

Me

 

Howard Jones, Oklahoma, and God

I am an angry person.  Well, okay, that's not exactly true.  I can be an angry person and some of the time, when things don't go according to my newest plan, I get very angry.  I rant and rave and throw a hissy fit, much like a toddler.  When someone wrongs me, misjudges me, upsets me, etc, I have a target for my anger.  Sometimes I hold it in, but in my head, watch out, I am giving it to that person with both barrels!  What happens then, when, like Howard Jones says, "no one is to blame?"

Yesterday's events in Moore, OK has everyone praying and some who've lost love ones before, children even, sympathizing.  This is all good and well.  And, for a lot of us, when we feel helpless, it's the only way we know how to cope.  In this devastation, there is no one to blame.  No terrorist.  No bad guy.  No one who went postal.  No one out for revenge.  Nothing and no one.  So, with all of this devastation and loss, who do you blame?  Where do you put the anger?  God.  Yes, you heard me, I said God.

Inevitably, as it usually does when there is no one to blame, God gets the blame.  I will get asked 'How could He let this happen?'  'How can you follow a God who would allow such horrible act to happen?  To let children die?'  The answer to the first question is always the same.  I don't know.  I am not He (thank God, talk about a high pressure job!).  I don't begin to know what goes through His mind or why He makes decisions the way He does.  I cannot help you there.  For the second question, the answer is harder.  I follow Him because I love Him and He loves me.  There's always going to be 'why do bad things happen to good people' situations.  Everyday.  It's how we choose to deal with it I think, that matters.  And, quite a lot of time, I don't deal with things very well.   I don't necessarily 'blame' God for things, but lots and lots of time, I take my anger out on Him.  I rant, and rave, and throw my hissy fit.  I yell.  I tell Him how I think He wronged me.  I yell at Him "how could you let this happen!  Why couldn't you let things go MY way this time!"  And, my personal favorite when I yell at Him  "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!!!!!!"  And, most of the time, He never tells me what He was thinking.  I can tell you this though, that after all my yelling, I am spent.  I am not as angry.  I can tell you that looking back months after a fit, I can see how things worked better than I thought had He done things my way.  And, I don't always look back, who wants to see how they were wrong, yet again?  So, it comes down to this.  Trust.  Do I trust God?  Honestly?  Most days, yes.  I say most days because if I just said a blanket 'yes' that would be a total and utter lie.  Most days I do trust Him.  However, if I trusted Him completely, I would not have anger issues when things don't go my way (how Sinatra got to do things his way is beyond me).  I have not mastered that. 

There are days when I feel as close to God as air to my skin and I can quote scripture to express what I'm feeling.  Or, when my friends are down, or need help, a scripture magically appears in my head.  However, other times, I feel distant and I don't want to hear He has a plan.  I don't want His plan, I want mine.  That is when I have one of my anger fits.  I had one just about a week ago.  Trust is scary.  It makes me vulnerable, more so than I would like to be.  I mean, come on, I wear my heart on my sleeve and that's pretty vulnerable.  Blind trust however is a whole other level! 

I wish I had answers for you.  I wish I could take your pain (over any situation) away.  I wish I could make it better.  All I can tell you is that it's okay to yell at God.  It's okay to tell Him how you feel.  He doesn't want to be there for you just when things are going great.  He wants to be there for you always.

Until next time,
Hug your friends and family a little tighter (or even for the first time).

Love,

Job the Musical!, Tom Petty, and Me

Tom Petty says "waiting is the hardest part".  He wasn't lying.  Sing it, Tom!  I'm cranky, crabby, and irritable.  I have a list of things I am trying to get done and nothing is happening.  Nothing is in my control right now and I hate that.  I hate, hate, HATE that!  I want what I want and I want it done NOW!  How hard is that to do!?  Hear that?  Listen.  That's the sound of God laughing at my plans. 

I've been praying and praying and praying.  I know God hears me.  I know this because over the sound of His laughter (okay, so He's not laughing that hard at me) He keeps telling me to wait!  Are you flippin kidding me!  You know how much I hate waiting...for my birthday, for my visits from Dad, for Christmas, wait, wait, wait!  UGH!  He's asking me to wait.  It would be one thing if He said "Gina, would you wait for me?" And I said "okay".  But He knows me well enough that I'd be all "okay, now hurry.  When are you getting here?  Are you almost here?"  So I would bug the ever loving crap out of Him.  So, He has me wait and sooner or later I figure out what He wants me to do (sometimes though, I'm so thick I really don't get it) and I go "aaaaaaaaahhhhhh haaaaaaaaa!"

God love my husband, he says yesterday "you don't seem happy".  So I tell him "I'm not happy" and tell him all the reasons why.  This makes my husband sad because there is nothing he can do to fix it.  I haven't been sleeping well with everything going on in my head.  So last night as I'm trying to go to sleep, I picture my swing.  At Montserrat, there's a bench swing outside of the dining hall.  That's my swing.  I spend a lot of time on it.  I pictured myself laying down on it like I like to do.  I could feel the wood arm against my back.  I pulled my hood over my head (I wear a hoodie because I don't like bugs and I'd rather the random stray one crawl over that than me) almost completely covering my head.  I laid on the swing like this many times at the retreat.  And before I knew it, I was asleep.  And I slept.  The first good nights sleep in about a week.  When I'm at the retreat and we have to picture our happy place and being with Jesus, more often than not, I picture my church.  I'm sitting in a pew next to Him with my head on His right shoulder.  Then, when I'm not at the retreat, I picture myself at the retreat and the peace I find there!  Weird I know. 

So, here's what God does, while I'm lamenting and staring in my own one act play "Job the musical!" He puts other people in my life who need me.  They just need me to listen.  Not to do anything, not to fix anything, just to listen to them.  And, while I do that, I pray for them.  And, while I'm concentrating on them, I don't think about ME.  This would be great if I could do this at the onset of my irritation of things that aren't going my way.  But I am stubborn.  George likes to say I need to let stuff roll of my back like a duck.  I told him I CAN'T do that.  I'm not like that.  I lead with my emotions.  So, it takes me a while, days even, to settle down.  God knows this about me and He loves me STILL!  Amazing, no?

Songs from "Job the Musical!": 

Don't tell me to count my blessings, I'm Angry!
God doesn't share (His plan)
Scream (don't tell me He has a plan)
Show me don't tell me (what you're plan is)
Why (Me?  Am I going through this?)
What do you want from me?
I haven't got time for the pain
I've got friends in low places
I just called to say I love you.


Until next time,
Pray for St. Joseph the worker.  Today is his feast day :D

Love,
Me