My dear Future Beloved,
You are so amazing. It’s incredibly crazy how much I fall in love with you each day we pass as a couple. I hadn’t seen you in six days, nor spoke to you in three. Three days ago, Sunday night, you called me to tell me you were back in Vegas. I was so happy at first but sad as I realized you were tired and had to go home to rest from a crazy weekend. Lamentably I hung up, telling you to call me when you were safe at home because I had to finish vacuuming. When I was just about done I started thinking of how disappointed I was to not be able to see you another day and I moped like teenager rejected at a school dance, thinking, “Why would he come see you… Maybe he will… Stop being selfish, it’s no big deal!…”
All of the sudden I heard a low voice that had to be belong to a man and I froze, knowing I was home alone. In, like, two seconds I clenched the vacuum and my heart stopped as I thought, ” Someone’s here… I’m about to die…omg omg omg…” things like that. I peaked out my bathroom door and there you were!!! I know this sounds stupid as you read it but I was so relieved because I had been so scared out of my wits and started to cry!! You hugged me and I felt so happy. Oh I’m such a foolish girl!! My stupid thoughts like that are another reason why I don’t deserve you.
We spent some good time together. And this is how I know you’re… you! We laid down on the guest bed and just held each other. We were catching up on our weekends and then we just hugged. You started to sing, but not like your normal goofball songs or bits and pieces of things. You sang me The Fathers Heart, Break Every Chain, and one more that I can’t remember. But this is how I know you are really you. This is how I know who you really are.
You are the man for me that serenades not I, but Our Father, while holding me. You are the man for me that sings praise and thanks while laying in a bed with me instead of thinking selfishly of risking our purity.
You are the man for me because through the simple words you sing, you make me want to literally cry of happiness: The happiness of knowing, so personally, this perfect and loving God.
I can’t believe I’ve been given someone that just emanates love for Christ all the time!! You make me want to be good, strive to be more, and love God more. Nowadays it seems more and more cliche to say “in Gods timing” but truly, I’ve never known this saying more well than now. It’s a chancy risk but one that rewards with boundless gifts to really do trust Him in His entirety, including His Timing.
- May 30
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- May 28
- , 2012
Married on a Crucifix
Fr Michael Mullan, LCImagine a world without divorce. Imagine families without separation. Imagine no children or hearts torn apart.
People of one place in this world do not have to imagine.
In the town of Siroki-Brijeg in Herzegovina not one of the 13,000 inhabitants can recall a single divorce or broken family.
What is their secret? One look at their marriage rite says it all.
When the bride and bridegroom go to the church to be married they carry a crucifix with them. The priest blesses the crucifix and exclaims, “You have found your cross! It is a cross to love, to carry with you, a cross that is not thrown off but rather treasured.”
When they interchange the marital vows, the bride puts her right hand on this crucifix and the groom puts his right hand over hers. Both are united to the cross. The priest covers their hands with his stole while they pronounce their promises to love each other in good times and in bad.
Then they both first kiss the cross, not each other. If one abandons the other, they abandon Christ on the cross.
Afterwards, the newly-weds cross the threshold of their home to enthrone that same crucifix in a place of honour. It becomes the reference point of their lives and the place of family prayer.
In times of difficulty and misunderstandings, as all human relationships experience, they do not turn immediately to the lawyer or psychologist, they turn to the cross. They kneel, cry and open up their hearts begging for the strength to pardon and implore the Lord’s help.
The children are taught to reverently kiss the crucifix daily and to thank God for the day before going to bed. These children dream of enthroning one day a crucifix of their own.
The family is indissolubly united to the cross of Christ. Is this simply a morbid outlook on marital and family life? Or is it a piece of wisdom that few in our modern world can understand. Until our world does, it will continue to imagine and long for the unbroken hearth.
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“The Sacrament of marriage comes as do all the sacraments from the wounded side of Christ as He lay ‘asleep’ in death, when Christ was pierced by a sword and blood and water and the Holy Spirit flowed out. At that moment the Church and all the sacraments came from the side of Christ as Eve was taken from the side of Adam. The Church is the Bride of Christ and the Catholic marriage is to be a living example of Christ and His Bride the Church. If the Catholic couple lives in a state of grace and has the sacrament of marriage they receive constant grace from God to love one another with the very LOVE of God. It is the vocation of the spouses to sanctify one another and be open to new life. According to Archbishop Sheen it takes 3 to get married: husband, wife and Christ. Marriage works in Christ.”
—my friend Kathleen Ann
I’ve seen this before. It is AMAZING. Let’s do something like this, FH.
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- May 26
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- May 15
- , 2012
I miss you a lot of the time, FH. You’re very busy with a new job, your Newman Center work, computer clients on the side. It’s been sad lately that when we speak on the phone I have to hide that I don’t like hearing your voice because it makes me start to cry because I don’t see you so much. I almost regret writing this to you. I don’t want you to know it makes me sad! But these are my thoughts. I liked this pillow because I can’t wait to kiss you when we get married. You’re asleep right now, not snoring on the phone tonight :) You told me you love God more than me tonight and I am glad. That makes me proud and confident that you’re striving for heaven.
I pray your headache goes away and you have a good Mother’s Day tomorrow with your mom at the show you’re taking her to tomorrow!
Love, Karla
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- May 12
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I can’t wait to pray with you as a married couple.
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- May 10
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- May 9
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I want my rosary on my bouquet. :)
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- April 27
- , 2012
Another late post to you my dear.
I had two things on my mind today.
One, I’m not quite sure when you’ll read this but if too much time has passed, let me remind you, in short, about my recent accident. On Holy Saturday (just over a week ago) a girl was driving in a middle lane and I was on the right. She tried to cut me off to merge onto the freeway and I slammed on the brakes and tried to avoid her but she hit my side and I hit a light pole very hard. Airbag burned my right arm ( I wonder if there’ll be a scar) and broke my left hand. The next day (April 8th) I wrote this:
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DEAR HOLY EUCHARIST,
All I could think on this beautiful and glorious Easter Sunday is how relieved I am. I keep thinking how my accident yesterday could have been so much worse and am more thankful for my life than ever. How amazing that this Holy Saturday, while maintaining reverence in the absence of our beautiful Lord, You were still here, still watched over me and kept me safe.
God, I praise You and can only think of how awesome You are in strength. As I sat in Mass today, watching the consecration, I was overcome by Love and cried.
I cried tears of gratitude for the ability to taste the nourishing Eucharist and ambrosia-sweet Blood.
I cried because of the realization that this is one thing that even the angels can be jealous of, the beautiful union between Heaven and earth, it will not touch their lips.
I cried because the value of a life was so abruptly revealed to me another undeserved time. We get these second, third… infinite chances all the time. What are we truly grateful for?
I cried wondering, how and why have I been so blessed to be in a place where Mass is now neglected and seen as a chore, whereas there are parts of the world that beseech such a rare, sometimes risky and illegal, privilege.
I cried hearing the words of the homily asking us, God’s children, to commit and return to Him a promise of faithfulness. Don’t we see the opportunity we have to share True Love with the world?
I cried thinking of what I have/haven’t done in this world, but not where I’ve been or what I haven’t experienced… but whom I’ve hurt and not tried to make amends nor seek out forgiveness from. What chances have I missed to lead a soul closer to You? As I stand now, how would You judge me today?
I cried, thankful to have my relationship with You. Your gift of the Most Holy Eucharist is the best engagement ring a woman (and man) could ever receive till the perfect wedding, the consummated union of us with You upon first meeting in Heaven.
Jesus, You are loving, You a power, You are strength. When people wonder where is God, I know. You are on the cross bearing any and every pain with us. Every single encounter with hurt and struggle, You know. You feel. Thank You for everything, Lord Jesus. The victory is true. Your pure resurrection from Your painful and innocent sacrifice was not squandered and for nothing. Alleluia! He is risen. And I am so proud to have Your deep and personal love. Your are risen through me, God. I love You.
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And it’s been a very thanksgiving-filled time since the wreck. Literally moments after I crashed, I was looking for my phone in the truck, trying not to move, and you called right while I was trying to figure out who to call. I’m so sorry I scared you, FH. I remember my words weren’t comforting… something along the lines of I just had an accident, I can’t move… all in tears. You still came, after the cops, ambulances, my dad, and mother, and went with us to the hospital. I remember you told me you were scared because, I think this was for the first time, you imagined life without me. My first time too, I can’t see it anymore. I know there’s the possibilities of God calling us to other vocations, including (hopefully) our eternal home and it is still difficult to fathom. I am thankful for these amazing months I’ve had with you. I’ve experienced so much love in this short time. I’m thankful for my friends and family. I know you are grateful for all of yours too.
The second thing I wanted to mention to you was about my first time veiling! That was today at Mass at St. Viator, with my sister. I was so nervous for fear of judgement. I got this veil in October and have been scared this whole time because of what others think. But, you know what? It ended up humbling me so much. It kept my attention on the Mass and every word. it’s a funny thing really. No one else had one on so many eyes were on me. I thought to myself, what an amazing opportunity to be an example. I have this glorious chance to show myself, as a young person, trying to focus on God’s amazing Mass! What else is fantastic is that my sister wants to do it too. I’m praying for her faith, I really want her to have a deep and more personal relationship with God. So that ended up going very well.
I just heard you leave a sweet voicemail on my phone. You tell me you can’t believe I’m yours, but my love, I can’t believe you’re mine!!
I pray you have a good night’s sleep, you hardly get any, knowing that you are so loved by Jesus! And me :)
Love, Karla
- April 16
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