Here is a photo I took of my arm and my rosary. As some of you people may know, today is the first day of lent, and I've decided to give up chips. This is my first time doing this and I feel great doing it so far. But this sure raised some questions for me. What do other people see in this? I find so many people say, they don't think they can achieve it, or they don't want to do it because it never works, or they give up halfway through. When you think about it, that's what lent it trying to teach us, is to not be needy and selfish. Tell me... is lent for us? I don't think so. If it was then I could see why we would make this decisions. But that is the one mistake a lot of people make. If you don't believe in lent, don't do it. It's not a matter of HAVING to do it, you have to WANT to do it. So I tell you this, I'm not doing this for me and doubting whether or not I will succeed because I know I will. I know I will because I want to. All I'm hoping to do by posting this, is try to open some people's eyes, and maybe show them something they've never really thought of before.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
First Day of Lent
Here is a photo I took of my arm and my rosary. As some of you people may know, today is the first day of lent, and I've decided to give up chips. This is my first time doing this and I feel great doing it so far. But this sure raised some questions for me. What do other people see in this? I find so many people say, they don't think they can achieve it, or they don't want to do it because it never works, or they give up halfway through. When you think about it, that's what lent it trying to teach us, is to not be needy and selfish. Tell me... is lent for us? I don't think so. If it was then I could see why we would make this decisions. But that is the one mistake a lot of people make. If you don't believe in lent, don't do it. It's not a matter of HAVING to do it, you have to WANT to do it. So I tell you this, I'm not doing this for me and doubting whether or not I will succeed because I know I will. I know I will because I want to. All I'm hoping to do by posting this, is try to open some people's eyes, and maybe show them something they've never really thought of before.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
William Fitzsimmons
Thursday, December 23, 2010
If Everyday was like Christmas
There is a Christmas song that Elvis Presely does, If Everyday was like Christmas, and he says in it, "Oh why can't everyday be like Christmas?"
It got me thinking... yeah. Why can't everyday be like Christmas? Christmas is the time of giving, donating to the poor, seeing your family, remembering Jesus Christ's birth, and time off work to relax. Why can't we do this everyday of the year? Why wait for Christmas? The 25th of December is only a date, and we don't need a certain date to celebrate these things. Why not always cook a turkey dinner for a poor family, why not celebrate Jesus' birth in July? There isn't a time or place for something so special. If it truly is special, you will celebrate it more than one day a year. Lets always bake bread for our neighbor, lets always remember why Jesus Christ was born, lets always see our family, lets always give to the poor, lets always send each other cards.
Bring Christmas year round.
It got me thinking... yeah. Why can't everyday be like Christmas? Christmas is the time of giving, donating to the poor, seeing your family, remembering Jesus Christ's birth, and time off work to relax. Why can't we do this everyday of the year? Why wait for Christmas? The 25th of December is only a date, and we don't need a certain date to celebrate these things. Why not always cook a turkey dinner for a poor family, why not celebrate Jesus' birth in July? There isn't a time or place for something so special. If it truly is special, you will celebrate it more than one day a year. Lets always bake bread for our neighbor, lets always remember why Jesus Christ was born, lets always see our family, lets always give to the poor, lets always send each other cards.
Bring Christmas year round.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
The Birth of Jesus
18Now the birth of Jesus Christ was on this wise: When as his mother Mary was espoused to Joseph, before they came together, she was found with child of the Holy Ghost. 19Then Joseph her husband, being a just man, and not willing to make her a publick example , was minded to put her away privily. 20But while he thought on these things, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a dream, saying, Joseph, thou son of David, fear not to take unto thee Mary thy wife: for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Ghost. 21And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name Jesus: for he shall save his people form their sins. 22Now all this was done, that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, 23Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuael, which being interpreted is, God with us. 24Then Joseph being raised from sleep did as the angel of the Lord had bidden him, and took unto him his wife: 25And knew her not till she had brought forth her firstborn son: and he called his name Jesus.
~Matthew 1:18 - 25~
~Matthew 1:18 - 25~
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Only the Greatest Things
There are no words to describe music. There shouldn't be words to describe it. Only the greatest things you cannot put words to. Only the greatest things remain deep within a human, only the greatest things can be so powerful it leave no words. Only the greatest things should be left silent... left a secret. If all the greatest things were advertised and easy to analyze and describe, then it wouldn’t be so great anymore. Only the greatest things remain hidden, and when one finds it, it explodes within them leaving them speechless but filled with everything else except words. That's the reason why the greatest things give you the sense of no words. It is because it is so special that it cannot be ruined by words. It wants to remain powerful.
It's so funny how something so big can be hidden from so many people. If you have an open mind, a heart that accepts and the sense of just being, things that seemed hidden before will explode within you. You just have to keep your mind spacious, and your heart big, and also your mind and body free from thoughts... unnecessary thoughts. The fact to just listen. To just wait.
When you have time for music, music has time for you. same with art, same with dance, and everything else. You get what you give... what goes out to the world from you always finds a way back home, back to you.
It's so funny how something so big can be hidden from so many people. If you have an open mind, a heart that accepts and the sense of just being, things that seemed hidden before will explode within you. You just have to keep your mind spacious, and your heart big, and also your mind and body free from thoughts... unnecessary thoughts. The fact to just listen. To just wait.
When you have time for music, music has time for you. same with art, same with dance, and everything else. You get what you give... what goes out to the world from you always finds a way back home, back to you.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Thanksgiving Day
Early in the morning, sitting with a warm cup of coffee with cream and sugar sipping lightly, looking out the window at the orange and golden leaves falling off the trees. The sun comes up and shines through the trees making the icy chill warm up a little. The warm coffee feels comforting inside me. The house is clean, the fridge is full as well as the counters. Apple pie, pumpkin pie, a frozen turkey, and ingredients for the rest of the Thanksgiving meal. The table has a candle lit in the center to warm the colors in the dining room, and to display the neatly set table. It is so quiet in the house that I can hear the clock ticking, and the early morning birds singing. It is so peaceful knowing there is barely a movement at this time of day, but as soon as the rest of the house gets up it will be busy.
My mom is in the kitchen cooking and cleaning. The heat from the stove makes the house so hot and stuffy. Dad is running around getting last minute ingredients, wine, and anything else we forgot the day before. As I run around cleaning the house, giving the last touches. Sweat is dripping off my face and all the windows are open for air even though the leaves off the trees are blowing into our house. By late afternoon I can smell the turkey. The spice that is sprinkled on the turkey every time the oven door opens makes me pause for a moment to take in the heavenly smell. The house looks spotless now and as I walk past the kitchen the counters are even more filled with homemade food. The candles are all lit and the house has a cozy aura.
Now it is time for the family to come. Laughter of all kinds, people all shapes and sizes. Some calm, some chattering away, the children outside playing in the leaves and the men drinking wine. The house is so small that the more people the hotter it gets. Then you hear, "Bing" and we all know the turkey is ready. Mom says, "Supper is ready!" and we all sit down at the table. You look at the counter and you see a steaming turkey and the stuffing coming out, the mashed potatoes, vegetables with butter melting over them, freshly made bread and buns, pumpkin pie, apple pie and pumpkin cake. It smells like heaven. Now the best part is coming... the food on your plate as is slowly disappears and goes for the dessert.
This is when I give thanks for the people around me, the food I've eaten and everything else I can think of. This is my idea of a perfect Thanksgiving. Now after everyone leaves the house is a mess again, and we snack on the leftovers while cleaning up.
Everyone is in bed, and I sit in the living room listening to the silence. Nothing but the wind, and the clock.
My mom is in the kitchen cooking and cleaning. The heat from the stove makes the house so hot and stuffy. Dad is running around getting last minute ingredients, wine, and anything else we forgot the day before. As I run around cleaning the house, giving the last touches. Sweat is dripping off my face and all the windows are open for air even though the leaves off the trees are blowing into our house. By late afternoon I can smell the turkey. The spice that is sprinkled on the turkey every time the oven door opens makes me pause for a moment to take in the heavenly smell. The house looks spotless now and as I walk past the kitchen the counters are even more filled with homemade food. The candles are all lit and the house has a cozy aura.
Now it is time for the family to come. Laughter of all kinds, people all shapes and sizes. Some calm, some chattering away, the children outside playing in the leaves and the men drinking wine. The house is so small that the more people the hotter it gets. Then you hear, "Bing" and we all know the turkey is ready. Mom says, "Supper is ready!" and we all sit down at the table. You look at the counter and you see a steaming turkey and the stuffing coming out, the mashed potatoes, vegetables with butter melting over them, freshly made bread and buns, pumpkin pie, apple pie and pumpkin cake. It smells like heaven. Now the best part is coming... the food on your plate as is slowly disappears and goes for the dessert.
This is when I give thanks for the people around me, the food I've eaten and everything else I can think of. This is my idea of a perfect Thanksgiving. Now after everyone leaves the house is a mess again, and we snack on the leftovers while cleaning up.
Everyone is in bed, and I sit in the living room listening to the silence. Nothing but the wind, and the clock.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
The Secret- The Power
I am reading a book called "The Secret- The Power." Some may have heard of the book, "The Secret" and this is the same thing just another book focusing on the power of love. This book is very helpful with staying positive, healthy and happy. It's the trick to living and amazing life! This book has really helped me with the way I live my live and I suggest for you to read it! You will not regret it!
The Secret- The Power by Rhonda Byrne:
http://www.thesecret.tv/
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