Monthly Archives: September 2012
I’m currently in the ensemble of a community theatre production of Seussical. Seussical is (predicably) based on the collective works of Theodore Giesel or Dr. Seuss. Primarily, the plot weaves together the twin tales of Horton The Elephant (Horton Hears a Who and Horton Sits on An Egg) with The One Feathered Tail of Gertrude McFuzz and The Better Butter Battle.
Whenever I think about Horton Hears A Who, I start thinking about God’s love for the individual. (I think about God’s love for the individual a lot of the time.)
The line “a person’s a person no matter how small,” is a nugget sized philosophy for the idea of the soul. Your soul is the essence of yourself, so therefore, it is what God loves. God loves the soul, and recognizes the soul of the human being.
A person’s a person no matter how small.
It’s a such a simple thing and yet so hard to forget. I’ve decided to start using it for meditation. I pray through meditation almost daily My meditation is kind of off beat. I use random phrases, like mantras in yoga devotion, music that speaks to me spiritually (Bruce Springsteen’s “Badlands” usually makes an appearance, “Christmas Lullabye” from Songs For A New World also) and the Rosary.
So, for the next week when I sit down and breath in and out and focus on God and quiet my mind, and one of the things I will focus on will be “A person’s a person, no matter how small.”
…is a great decision.
I’m going to make it in this job. I think I’ll have enough time/sanity to write an actual post about it this weekend, but tonight I believe that I can make it happen. That’s a small miracle in its own right.
After having a wonderfully long conversation with Cherie this evening I realized that there are a few key components to our day that people tend to forget (myself included) and I got to thinking and have complied this list of essentials for daily life – aka things I believe are important to do/remember/think about during the day.
1. Pray. I don’t think I could say this enough. Prayer is the most powerful weapon we have in our lives and we need to remember to do it daily, especially on days when we don’t have time for it. Think that’s contradictory? It’s not. When we are overwhelmed and stressed and don’t have time for anything we really need God the most. God is the one who is in control and by reaching out to Him we will attain the peace we need in our day. Which brings me to number 2…
2. God has a plan for each and every one of us. This seems so matter of fact but you know the saying “If you want to make God laugh, make plans”? It’s absolutely true. Plans change; people change; things happen; we are never in control – God is.
3. We can do all things through Christ. God has a plan for us. Sometimes we may think we cannot handle His plan, but He would never give us anything we cannot handle. He knows us better than we know ourselves which means He knows what we can handle. But what He also knows is that we can’t handle it without Him. We need to “let go and let God” a lot more. Give Him our struggles, our insecurities, our crosses to bear. He is so much better equipped to handle it which is why we need to remember to pray (see #1).
4. Take a breather. We need to allow time for ourselves every once in awhile. Find something that you can do to relieve the stresses of a busy day like painting,
or reading, or playing a game, or watching tv or singing, or dancing, or exercising…anything you love and that makes you happy that can bring you away from what you’re experiencing, but also helps you work through it. This could also be prayer or spiritually related. It can be anything you want it to be! Get creative, think outside the box! (leave suggestions in the comments)
5. Talk to a loved one. Again, this can be God, prayer counts as talking to a loved one…NEVER forget that God loves YOU. He gave up His only son for me and for you and nothing could ever replace that. For some of us though, talking to a family member or friend can be extremely relaxing and helpful and a good way to relieve the stress of the day as well.
This is a short beginning to the list and I invite everyone to add other suggestions in the comments. It is so important that we keep each other in our prayers as well and remember that God is there for us and we are there for each other. Feel free to call or email me if you ever need to talk!!
God Bless, Juli
I was at church this morning and during Exposition of the Blessed Sacrament after Mass I somehow started praying and sort of whining to God about something in my life that I was pretty conflicted about…well, still am conflicted about, but that’s not the point. After I looked up and then at my watch, a man came over and asked if I was okay. I responded “I’m fine” a little too loud for Exposition and he probably knew I was lying (especially since I’m sure I had appeared to be crying, even though there were no tears). I felt a bit guilty after that, especially since he was just being nice. He held out a bag of Rosaries (Rosary’s?) and told me to choose one, that they had already been blessed. I was confused, but it seemed that he had been giving them out to everyone that was there. Then he told me he’d pray for me and asked me to pray for him. I said ‘yes’ and asked his name. His name is Ray (I think, I may have heard wrong, but I did repeat it and introduce myself as well). The Rosary beads he was handing out had information on the back of the cardboard they were attached to about missionaries in Africa and I realized that my problems were so much smaller than others out there. I started to think about how insignificant what I had been praying about was and maybe that was God’s answer to me…that I needed to stop dwelling on things we can’t change and worry about the things we can. I left for work after that (and clocked in at exactly 9:00) but I held on to the Rosary all day, thinking about how blessed I really am and how I need to move forward and be happy with my life which is actually really good right now. I hope this little story might have helped someone else, but I’m mostly glad that it helped me and showed me that God is truly among us. So pray for me, and pray for Ray, and I’ll pray for all of you.
Love you and God Bless,
God gave me my voice.
I think about that every time I open my mouth to sing.
I’m a good singer, I could have been great, but I was not a very disciplined teenage. To be great at anything you have to be disciplined, but to be great at music you have to be practically single minded.
But I loved to sing. I was uncomfortable in my own skin as a teenager, and singing was an escape from that. I could get lost in a song, be someone else for three or four minutes.
I wasn’t Reenie, the chubby teenager from New Jersey when I sang. I was Anna Leanowens, teaching the princes and princesses of Siam, I was Diana Morales fighting for her spot in a Broadway chorus, I was Fantine calling Valjean to heaven with her.
God gave me my voice.
As I got better, I stretched more. I sang “art songs.” There were no characters for these. So I imagined the girls who sang these songs. “Come Again, Sweet Love Doth Now Invite,” was sung by a girl at her pianoforte, in a parlor in the English countryside somewhere. “Caro Mio Ben,” by a maidservant in a renaissance villa while she went about her chores. “Ave Maria,” well, “Ave Maria” was different.
I didn’t hide in “Ave Maria,” there is no where to hide. There’s nowhere to hide in the notes, which move so slowly and deliberately that anyone can catch a mistake. And there’s nowhere to hide in the song. It’s a prayer. It’s the Hail Mary.
Even when I was young and insecure, I was devoted to the Blessed Mother. I cried over the “Ave Maria,” cried with frustration, with disappointment. I knew I couldn’t hide, I couldn’t find another girl to sing this one. That would be a lie, and she would know.
God gave me my voice.
Mary taught me how to use it.
The first time I ever sang “Ave Maria”, in front of people, was at the Mass that celebrated my grandparent’s 50th wedding anniversary. I was seventeen. I was terrified. My grandpa looked at me, squeezed my hand and whispered in my ear.
“We’re all so proud of you. The Blessed Mother doesn’t care if you make a mistake.”
I was free then. I sang. I hit every note. I cried, but not in frustration, not in fear. I cried in relief.
To this day “Ave Maria” is still the only song I’ve never pretended to be someone else while singing. It’s also the only song that I’ve ever been great on. I know that.
Because God gave me my voice.
Mary taught me how to use it.
And I gave it back to praise her.