tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76103568085051720052024-03-25T23:32:53.993-07:00Flectamus genuaFlectamus genua - let us kneel
Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-89668340660870609512017-03-22T11:42:00.000-07:002017-03-22T11:42:28.938-07:00A Mother's Mass<div style="text-align: center;">
J.M.J.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We are headed to Mass, and inwardly, I am a little
anxious.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was able to get to Confession
last week, but it was after Mass.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It has
been months since I received the Eucharist.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was weary.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Empty.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I needed spiritual strength.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Please Lord, let it be this week.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After our 2-hour drive, we finally arrive.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Harried and hurried, missals in hand, veils
on heads or ties straightened, some make a beeline for the Confessional while others
head into Mass which has just begun. </span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I
carry Brigid down the hallway as she wildly flails her arms in excitement.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Jejus!</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Jejus!</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Our Laaaaaady!” she shrieks
at the top of her lungs.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Lord help me,” I mutter, “I will be missing You again.”</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Armed with my book, </span><u><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><a href="http://angeluspress.org/Mother-Love?filter_name=mother+love" target="_blank">Mother Love</a></span></u><span style="font-family: Calibri;">, I
begin praying the Mass as I head to the cryroom.</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest goes up to
the altar: Jesus ascends the Mount of Olives with His disciples.</span></i><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“O my Jesus, Thou dost ascend the Mount of
Olives, to begin Thy sufferings for us!...”</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span></div>
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<span style="margin: 0px;"></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Thankfully, I am able to finish this first prayer. </span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Excellent!</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It will be a fruitful Mass!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I enter the cryroom, already occupied by another mother
quietly nursing her baby and watching Mass on the TV screen.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My daughter, always the life of the party,
immediately changes this calm to chaos.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She pulls out some books off the shelf.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">OK, she pulls down ALL the books from the shelf, and proceeds to explain
to anyone in earshot that every Saint is either Jejus or Our Laaaaaady.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Unable to follow the rest of the prayers associated with
each portion of the Mass, I attempt to at least read the titles and must add my
own quick prayers instead of the beautiful ones offered in my little book.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest prays at the
foot of the altar: Jesus agonizes in prayer and sweats blood.</span></i><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dear Lord, You knew the sufferings that were to come.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And I can tell, this Sunday will most likely
be like last week.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And the week
before.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Help me resign myself to Your
will, not mine, this Sunday afternoon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Brigid occasionally does the Sign of the Cross.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Fa Son, Fa Son, Fa Son.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Aaaaaamen….”</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then jumps up, heads to the holy card basket.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And rips St. Anthony in 2.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">OK, no way I am even going to get quick prayers at this rate.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just the titles…</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest returns to the
altar: The enemies of Jesus take Him prisoner</span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri;">.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I watch as the other mother serenely leaves the room,
leaving Brigid and me alone.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Glancing at
the cryroom door, I am feeling rather like a prisoner myself. And so is
Brigid.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She bolts out the door before the
woman could get the door closed and heads full speed down the hallway towards ‘the
donut room’.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Denied donuts, she rebels.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Loudly.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I take her out to the van
for about 10 minutes.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We sing.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We take a lap around the parking lot, and I
try to bring her back inside.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She
protests. But I have to at least try to get close to the Mass, right?</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So I drag her back to the cryroom and past
other parents with better behaved children who were able to actually partially
participate in Mass as they quietly instructed their little ones in proper Mass
etiquette.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Some children, mouths agape,
watch me as I march by them, carrying Brigid in a football hold.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And only the Good God knows what the parents are
thinking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">What did I miss? I see on the screen that everyone was
already standing for the Gospel. I pick up my book, which I had violently
tossed aside when Brigid made her escape.</span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest says the
Kyrie, the Gloria, the epistle and Gospel: Jesus is led before Annas, Ciaphas,
Pilate, and Herod.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Yup.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Been there, done
that, Lord.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The sound system only picks up what the priest says when he
reads the Epistle and Gospel in English, and the homily.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Brigid has respect for his booming male voice
and settles down to a simmer for awhile, allowing me to hear but still kept me
too distracted to really have a chance to understand.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">2 mothers enter the cryroom at about this time which, to me,
felt like a mixed blessing.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Maybe she
will play quietly with the toddler?</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest returns to the
middle of the altar and says the Credo: Jesus, in the white robe of derision,
is led back to Pilate.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Nope.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest uncovers the
Chalice and offers the Host: Jesus is stripped and scourged.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Brigid decides sharing is a skill she does not yet have to
master.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And lets the toddler know.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Loudly.</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest raises the wine
and water as an Offering: Jesus is shown to the people as a mock-king.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I try to distract her.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Let’s say some prayers,“ I whisper loudly.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Sign of the Cross?” </span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">See?</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">See?</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I can have a good child too!</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Or not…</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest washes his
hands: Jesus is condemned to the death on the Cross.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The mothers and their children leave us, deciding wrestling
their own little ones is easier without the added distraction of the old lady
and the hyper baby in the cryroom.</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">At the Preface and the
Sanctus: Jesus carries His Cross and sinks three times under its weight.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Shoes on.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Shoes
off.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Shoes on.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Shoes off.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Throw books.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And peek-a-boo at
full volume.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am on my knees.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Exhausted.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest raises his
hands at the beginning of the Canon: The executioners tear Jesus’ garments from
His wounded shoulders.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Brigid climbs up me – her human jungle gym.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I hold her, hugging her, feeling love, and a
lump in my throat.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She whips my veil off
my head and starts messing my hair.</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest prays for
those present and for those absent: Jesus sympathizes with the sorrow of His
faithful followers.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Thank you, Father.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I
guess I fall under both of those categories.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And now we prepare for the highest point of the Mass…</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest makes the Sign
of the Cross 5 times over the Host and Chalice: Jesus is nailed to the Cross.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Miraculously, Brigid is quietly looking at a book next to
me.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am able to meditate a moment on the
associated prayers.</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest utters the words
of Consecration over the Host and raises it on high for the faithful to adore: Jesus
is raised on the Cross and hangs between heaven and earth.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My Lord and my God! </span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I
give you this moment.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">For 90 seconds I
can focus on You – we are alone in here, she can’t really get into too much
trouble.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Brigid’s Guardian Angel, watch
her.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My Lord, be with me.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">See me at the foot of Your Cross as the Consecration
begins…</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A soft popping noise.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I resist the urge to glance at Brigid.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My eyes riveted on the screen.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This
moment is for You, Lord.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Not Brigid.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest utters the words
of Consecration over the wine in the Chalice: The blood of Jesus flows
profusely to the earth</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And the canister of formula dumps onto the carpet as a
father comes in to change his baby’s diaper.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Brigid bolts.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And I utter a
blasphemous phrase through clenched teeth as I chase her down the hallway once
again.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Horrified.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am beside myself over the sin I just
committed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We go outside to the van. </span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am crying.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“You K?</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mama?” she pats my
shoulder, imitating how I tend to one of my children if they get hurt.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“K?” I hug her.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I miss a lot of the rest of the Mass.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We finally reenter the church, hand in hand,
and return to the scene of the crime.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The
spilled formula, now covered with a blanket, hides my shame.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest covers the
Chalice: The tomb of Jesus is closed.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I try to figure out how to make it right.</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The priest leaves the altar:
The friends of Jesus, after a last sad and loving glance at His tomb, return to
their homes.</span></i></div>
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<div style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I anxiously wait just outside the cryroom door for my
husband.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He comes out, takes one look at
me and quickly takes Brigid from my arms.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“What happened?!” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Unable to say anything to him, I head to the supply closet
and quickly vacuum up the powder and head down the hallway to Father’s office where
the Confessional is.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Bless me Father,
for I have sinned!” I sobbed, startling the poor man.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I confessed the blasphemous phrase I uttered at the
Consecration.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And he counseled me: “You
feel as though you never have the frame of mind to attend Mass with your heart,
and unworthy to receive Him because of it.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I assure you that He knows very well what your situation is.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You do the best you can.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Offer it all to Him.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Keep close to those meditations.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Find your comfort in joining your sufferings
with His and know that this is how you are called to participate in Mass at
this time in your life.”</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He said many
more things which I will treasure in my heart and will recall frequently as I participate
in future cryroom Masses.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As I left Father’s office, Brigid came running up to me, all
smiles and bubbles.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Mama!” she called and
I scooped her up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And the words "Ite, missa est," came to mind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Deo gratias.</span><br />
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Save these pictures in a 'yearbook' to review each year. Make notes on creative ways to celebrate the Feast Days of the Saints your child seems drawn to, and keep it fun as you learn about your faith along side your child.<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike></div>
Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-67673067818813097272016-08-18T19:41:00.000-07:002016-08-18T19:42:16.406-07:00Thy Will Be Done: Gluttony<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="text-align: start;">'Love, self-restraint, contemplation and prayer accord with God's will, while gluttony, licentiousness and things that increase them pander to the flesh. That is why "they that are in the flesh cannot conform to God's will" (Rom. 8:8). But "they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh together with the passions and desires." (Gal. 5:24)' </span></i></b></div>
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Most Catholics seem to have a ‘thing’. Some have a ‘thing’ for a specific
devotion. Others have a ‘thing’ for
Saints, or a specific Saint. And others,
still, have a ‘thing’ for the Holy Ghost.
As for me, I have a ‘thing’ for the phrase ‘Thy will be done.’<o:p></o:p></div>
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This ‘thing’ of mine began well before Fulton’s accident,
but it was solidified in my soul as I suffered alongside my son. Understanding that everything that happens in
our lives – good and bad – is either God’s will or is allowed by God serves as
a huge comfort to me. Once understood, it
is, in fact, a great source of joy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But that is not the reason for this article. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I have been pondering the many ways in which Our Lord has
made His will known to me and am forever grateful for every Cross He has placed
upon my shoulders. And I am well aware
that despite all the trials I have carried in life, I still fall far short of
what He created me to be. So far from
holiness. So far from sanctity.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And this makes me sad.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But it has also made me determined. Determined to remove what remains of myself
and replace it with My Lord wherever He wants to be in me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And today, as I stepped on the scale and have found that I
have yet to lose a single pound since the birth of my daughter a year ago, I
realize where He wants to be in my life.</div>
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He wants to be in my stomach.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Before you laugh (or as soon as you are finished) please
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It is a well-known fact that conquering your base desires,
such as the body’s temptations to overeat, is a simple way towards dying to
self. Simple in thought – but difficult
in practice, as the number 174 proves on my bathroom scale. We need food to live, to function, to fulfill
God’s will in our daily duties. And so
we eat. Yet the sin of gluttony is only
one extra serving of mac and cheese away.
It is a fine line between eating to live and eating for
self-pleasure. 15 bites of food is good
and can be holy. But the 16<sup>th</sup>
bite could very well be an unholy thing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am no theologian. I
am not a doctor. But I see how my poor
eating habits effect me both spiritually and physically. And because of all He has given to me, I
believe I am obligated to give to Him more of myself back to Him in return. I am ready to hand over to Him my will over
food. <o:p></o:p></div>
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While there are a few different ways in which we can fall
into the sin of gluttony, I will only mention the 2 ways that seem to pertain
to most of us who fall to this temptation.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>1)</b> Gluttony can occur when we try to derive from food a
level of pleasure that was not intended.
How many memes do we read about wine, chocolate, bacon, or any other
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We crave union with these edible gods.<br />
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We celebrate them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We even covet or hoard them at times.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I also include eating non-food items under this category
because – let’s face it – do we eat Cheeze-puffs for its nutritional value? Or strictly for taste?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>2)</b> Gluttony can also
occur when we become overly concerned about the quality of that which we eat. (Please note: I am not referring to people who
have legitimate health issues with food, of course. Nor am I referring to food that was prepared
in an unsafe way.) Refusing to eat
something that was not cooked the way we like, or being a food snob, is not
only a form of gluttony but also crosses the line in other ways as well. It is a special form of pride and leads to
uncharitable behavior towards those preparing or serving us food.<o:p></o:p></div>
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With this in mind, I decided that the best way for me to
tame the glutton-beast within was to put all my food through my ‘thing’. Thy will be done.<o:p></o:p></div>
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What does this look like?
It is really very simple.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anything I am about to eat must first pass the question, “Does
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Sometimes it is not so clear, so I have set certain rules
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<b>I have set meal and
snacktimes.</b> If it is not breakfast,
lunch, dinner or 3pm snacktime, I should not be putting anything in my mouth.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Is the food
considered healthful</b>? No matter what
the occasion, I do not think Our Lord wills us to eat food considered harmful
to the body He created. Therefore, Cheeze-puffs
are no longer on the menu. *sigh*<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Am I truly hungry or just
bored?</b> If it is snacktime and I am NOT hungry, I do not need to eat. And most times, I wander into the pantry
because my mouth is bored. Or
grumpy. If I am grumpy, I need to
consider whether I am running low on energy.
If so, a few almonds or a slice of cheddar cheese may fix the
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And if my eating has passed the above tests, the following
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<b>Prepare a place to
eat.</b> Get a plate or bowl. Get a napkin.
Sit at the table and appreciate the food I am being permitted to eat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Say grace before
eating. No matter what it is or where I
am.</b> Yes. I say grace over the 8 almonds and prune I ate at snacktime. <o:p></o:p>St. Jean-Baptist de la Salle tells us "The most efficacious means of keeping in mind the rules of temperance, and obtaining strength to follow them, is to say, piously, the prayer before and after meals. By this we shall draw down upon ourselves the blessing of God, and obtain the grace not to offend Him." Which leads me to....</div>
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prayer after everything I eat.</b> This one
seems to really drive home what I had just done (eat) and what I am now fortified
to do (do God’s will). Suddenly a
handful of Cheeze-puffs does not seem to be worthy of such a role in my life
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We give Thee thanks for all Thy benefits, O Almighty God, Who livest and reignest forever. And may the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.</div>
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<b>Is the amount I just
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If so, do not take seconds. And
only take what you need to begin with.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Have I offered the best
to others instead of taking it for myself?</b>
Make sure you do not receive the perfectly cooked burger, the crispiest
piece of fried chicken, etc. Let the
best pass you by. Always.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Won’t you join me on this journey? Let me know how you are doing! And check in from time to time and watch for my announcement when my new blog will be created!<o:p></o:p></div>
Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-22836388945909978282016-01-11T21:10:00.001-08:002016-01-11T21:10:46.991-08:00Brigid<div style="text-align: center;">
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A picture is worth 1000 words so this may be my longest post yet! LOL <br />
Praise God - Brigid Zelie' Rose is here! Sorry it took so long to get the pictures up!<br />
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<br />Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-70324594041741379922015-11-20T06:57:00.001-08:002016-08-18T19:43:56.988-07:00Frosting Friday: Rustic Vanilla<div style="text-align: center;">
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Hello friends! My blog is not really a cooking blog. It is really has no theme at all, actually! But since I enjoy writing about things I love, I thought I should post about my favorite food: Frosting!</div>
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Now before I begin, I am going to talk a little about my ingredients and why I use what I do, and one ingredient you will never find in my recipes.</div>
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FIRST Butter. Never the fake stuff. I use Kerrygold because it is the healthiest you can get while also being the most readily available, yet cheaper than organic. More on butter <a href="http://catholicfoodie.com/the-20-health-benefits-of-real-butter" target="_blank">here</a>. And also, because, you know - Ireland.</div>
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SECOND Homemade vanilla extract. Yes, the store bought stuff is stronger so you don't have to use as much, but the store vanilla also has a strong alcohol taste and smell that can alter the final product if it is not cooked. I use the store stuff too, from time to time, but prefer my own.</div>
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THIRD I am going to insist on C&H powdered sugar. Powdered sugar has an aftertaste I do not care for, but when used properly, this brand's aftertaste is almost undetectable.</div>
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FOURTH Heavy whipping cream instead of milk. The heavy whipping cream has a creamy taste which helps tone down any other aftertastes you may get from my frostings. My husband finds it rather amusing that I whip the frosting so much the butter loses its buttery texture yet beat it so much that the whipping cream turns to butter. Yeah - I see his point but when you feel the texture (if done right) you will understand. It is a well coordinated dance.</div>
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FIFTH Pink Himalayan salt instead of regular salt. Pink Himalayan salt does not dissolve the same way as regular salt, and with so much sugar and the fact that you will be eating these frostings straight out of the bowl, it is kind of nice to get a subtle 'zap' of salt every once and awhile. Besides, apparently this salt is super healthy for you. I am told is so healthy, in fact, that it practically negates anything unhealthy that may find its way into my recipes. Really.</div>
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SIXTH Corn syrup. Just no. Never. Ever. And while some swear by the 'wonderful' things it does to frosting, there will never be enough pink Himalayan salt you have to add to your frosting to counteract the harmful effects of that nasty goop.</div>
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1/2 C softened butter</div>
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2 C powdered sugar</div>
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1 vanilla bean</div>
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1tsp vanilla plus more if needed</div>
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4 T heavy whipping cream</div>
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3/4 tsp pink Himalayan salt</div>
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The jar on the left is my homemade vanilla extract. Remember - mine has a little weaker vanilla taste so I have to use more. My recipes assume you do not have homemade extract.</div>
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Cut the vanilla bean into quarters, then slice the quarters lengthwise. </div>
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Use a knife to scrape out the vanilla pulp</div>
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and measure out 1 tsp vanilla extract.</div>
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Combine softened butter, 1 C powdered sugar and vanillas and 1 T heavy whipping cream. Beat until fairly combined, then add the second cup of sugar and 2 T heavy whipping cream. Beat for 3 minutes. Add last T whipping cream</div>
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and the pink salt.</div>
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Beat on medium for at least 10 minutes. I am not kidding. AT LEAST! Minimum. No less. You will be amazed at the final product - trust me. </div>
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The final look you are shooting for is a pearlized sheen which is hard to photograph but as you get used to my frostings and have achieved it, you will know what to look for. Add more vanilla extract if it is not strong enough. And beat again.</div>
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Please be patient with my frostings. They usually require a lot of beating but the final texture should be no texture at all. This frosting, when put on the tongue, will feel cool and taste sweet. It will melt quickly but feel so silky smooth it is almost like eating nothing at all. A sweet, vanilla-y, high caloric spoonful of nothing! (As always, first day freshness is the yummiest - store in the refrigerator, rewhip and add a touch of fresh vanilla extract if you have to use it a day after you make it)</div>
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Our world, in many ways, has begun to crumble. Even the most level headed of my friends are
beginning to question the sort of future our children may have. ISIS is on everyone’s mind these days, as are
their numerous atrocities. Confusion
among matters of the faith among Catholics. Escalating number of natural disasters. Trouble in our own government. And
sometimes people closest to us seem to be turning on each other like vicious
dogs, ready to devour anyone who dares express different opinions.<br />
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Unfortunately, with all of this happening in the outside
world, it is hard to keep the stress of it all from seeping into our own hearts
and homes. “I wake up in the morning, and all I can think about is ‘What will
happen today?” one friend confided in me. “It is enough to make one want to
hide one’s head in the sand.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Which is exactly what we as Catholic mothers must do.<o:p></o:p></div>
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For quite some time, the ostrich has gotten a rather bad
reputation for sticking its head in the sand as trouble looms. And on the surface, that seems like a bad
thing to do. It reeks of denial and
purposeful ignorance and to be accused of such behavior has always been viewed
as a sign of stupidity or weakness. But
do you know why the ostrich does what she does?
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An ostrich nest is actually built just beneath the
ground’s surface. Her eggs are safely
nestled below ground level, and require frequent turning with her beak to keep the eggs viable. Her nest, full of her most priceless treasures, is almost impossible for predators to see
from afar. But should a predator start
sniffing around, the mother ostrich lowers her head and quickly buries her
precious eggs beneath the sand before running away,
distracting the predator and leading it away from her home.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I can’t help but think God has been trying to teach us a
lesson through these magnificent birds.
But we have been too proud or too blind to hear Him. You see, while most seem to think that being
up to date and fully informed of the terrifying events taking place in our
world is a good thing, it is not necessarily our role to do so. In fact it may be harmful. Horrific images come to our minds throughout
the day. Fear, worry and undo stresses
fill our hearts, distracting us from what really matters: home. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We cannot properly tend to our God given duties when we are
trying to solve the world’s problems by debating others online. Or shushing a 4-year-old’s joy over a newly
painted picture because we are engrossed in a news article. As we fill our time with researching these disturbing world events, anxiety crowds out faith, hope and charity at an
alarming rate. We grow tense, short
tempered and depressed. We suddenly
realize how out of control we really are.
And how vulnerable. We get
scared. And our family suffers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But I now ask you - could it be that for all the terrible things that seem to be unfolding, much grace is also given? Could it be that Our Lord is trying to tell us something through these natural and man made disasters? What is He asking of us today? To worry? To involve ourselves in heated debates about matters of which we have no control? To exercise our 'right to be right' at all costs? Or are we simply called to trust in Him and know that our ultimate sanctification is what He desires above all things? And pass our love and trust of God along to our children?</div>
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Yes, there are many scary things out there in the
world. But they are not for us to worry about. In fact, the scarier things get, the more
important it is that we keep our heads in the sand. Not to deny the harsh realities of life. But to tenderly care for our loved ones as Our Lord wishes. Surround them with love. Shield them from as much harm as possible. And when it feels as though the predators are
at your door, draw the negative influences far from your nest, that your
children may continue to look to your home as a safe harbor to continue to grow in their faith, unhindered by fear and distrust of God.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As mothers, we are truly the heart of the home. And as such, we have been blessed with this
loving, nurturing ability to keep our homes a happy and safe refuge from the
rest of the world. Bring your children
up in the love of God through your example.
Teach your children to trust in Him in all things by remaining unruffled
and unworried. And no matter how
terrifying the world may become, may your children rest easy knowing that you,
without fail and for their sakes, will always have your head deep in the sand.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-45663901324274708482015-10-29T12:29:00.000-07:002015-10-29T12:29:02.362-07:00All Saints Day. Or Not.<div style="text-align: center;">
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I do not have the energy to coordinate a full-scale All Saints Day party this year. So instead, I have decided that the kids will simply dress as Saints and attend a local Catholic church's Trunk-Or-Treat party. Sure, it is not nearly as exciting or fortifying as an All saints Day celebration, but the kids still get to dress up and Mom will still get a few bites of chocolate!<br />
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Meanwhile, here is a <a href="http://www.catholicmothersonline.com/2010/10/october-31-no-ordinary-day/">link</a> to an article I wrote about All Saints Day, describing a time when I was a better Catholic mother....<br />
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For years now, I have been helping families and the occasional Catholic school and parish teach children a few of the treasures hidden in the Rosary: The virtues! St. Louis de Montfort has shown us in his book, <em>The Secret of the Rosary</em>, that each Mystery of the Rosary has within it a virtue or grace to be prayed for. Our Lady emulates each virtue and grace perfectly within the Mysteries, teaching us how to imitate her. She is a perfect example of who we should strive to become. Don't we want to show our children her example as well?<br />
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To celebrate October - the month dedicated to Our Lady of the Rosary - I am giving you the complete lesson plans and workbook pages for the first Joyful Mystery, which we pray for humility. I never claimed to be an artist but humility calls me to post my pictures of the Mysteries online anyway LOL Anyway, below is a sample of my Rosary Quilt program, along with some extra files to enhance your family rosary time. Couldn't we all benefit from a lesson or two in humility? (Be careful how you answer that one! LOL) Enjoy these pages!<br />
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<b><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;">Read </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;">Isaiah 10:15. Talk about what kinds of jobs can be
accomplished by using such tools. Lay out a few tools your child may use for
her own talents. For instance, a pianist needs a piano; a painter needs a
brush, a writer needs a pencil, a carpenter needs sandpaper and a saw. Explain
that your child is the piano, paintbrush, saw, etc. and God is the pianist,
artist, carpenter, etc. Your child is simply the tool for the things God wants
done. Just as it is silly for a paintbrush to take credit for a painting, it is
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someone compliments you on one of your talents, respond with something that
directs all glory to God instead of to yourself: “Thank you! I have been very
blessed.” If pride/boasting is a temptation to your child, make sure he/she
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<b><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">Have </span></b><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">your child look in the mirror and pretend to be
“snooty”. It should not be long before he closes his eyes and sticks his nose
up in the air. When he does, say, “Freeze! This is what a prideful heart looks
like.” Explain that turning one’s nose “up” at someone else shows pride. It
tells other people that you think you are better than they are. Now ask him
what he is looking at when his eyes are closed. (“Nothing” or “My eyelids”) Ask
him where his nose is pointed. (“Up” or “Towards the sky”) Explain that when
one is not humble, one is sticking his nose up towards God. When children’s
eyes are closed, they are not looking for God’s will, nor are they able to see
God’s hand in whatever success they are being “snooty” about. They are, in
essence, snubbing God and denying God’s hand in their successes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">Have </span></b><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">your child look humble. This usually looks like a shy
look: head cocked to the side (listening for God’s will); chin down (and not
vain or prideful), eyes looking upwards (towards God above). Tell him that a
humble heart looks like this. Which heart did Mary have? Which heart should we
have? Take pictures of your child “acting” out these two traits. Put them in
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<b><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">Discuss </span></b><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">the fall of Adam and Eve – Satan tempted them with the
idea that they too could be like God. What a thought! One of the effects of
Original Sin is a temptation to make ourselves into our own gods! The Catechism
tells us that the meaning of life is: To <i>know, love </i>and <i>serve </i>God
in this world so that we may be happy with Him in the next. Original Sin makes
us want to make others <i>know, love </i>and <i>serve </i>US in this world so
that we may be happy in this world. Make your children more aware of how we all
make ourselves into gods during the day. Discuss how this makes others feel.
What happens when our entire household is filled with people trying to make
themselves into gods? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and protect self-esteem at all costs: schools adjusting test scores or passing
students who may need to be held back, bombarding children with over
exaggerated compliments, etc. How is this harmful to souls? How can this be harmful
to society? How does this affect a person’s earthly life? What will happen to
these children when they grow up and live “in the real world”? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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fall of Lucifer: </span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;">Aside from being pure spirits, angels also have a perfectly
informed intellect. Because of this, the angels knew God’s plan for humans and
for our salvation. They knew of God’s power, too. He gave the angels a chance
to serve Him and two thirds of the angels joyfully announced that indeed they
would serve Him! Unfortunately, Lucifer, who was the brightest and most beautiful
angel, dared to say that he would not serve God. A third of the angels also
made this decision. Why would they do such a thing? They knew of God’s power
and His love, yet they would not serve Him! Lucifer was full of pride. He was
bright, powerful, and beautiful, but he was created to serve God. He thought he
was better than a servant – he wanted to be a god. And not just any god, but he
wanted to take over God’s throne in Heaven and be God Himself! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Christ as an important person. He admits he is not worthy to receive Him in his
home, but has faith that all his servant needs to be healed is Jesus’ word.
Recall the words we speak before receiving Communion at Mass, as the priest
holds the Blessed Sacrament up: “Lord, I am not worthy to receive you, but only
say the word and I shall be healed.” Both this story and the words we speak
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miracles in his life. When each miracle occurred, he humbly, and appropriately,
directed all eyes to God instead of to himself. He shied away from praise from
the villagers and always credited other Saints’ intercessions and God for the
miracles for which he himself prayed. His humility did not even allow himself
to believe that it was his own prayers that God was responding to – he always
believed that it was another Saint’s intercession on his behalf that the
miracles occurred. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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WORKBOOK PAGES (Pages correspond to activities above)<br />
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BEADS PAGES Family members suggest their intentions for each Hail Mary. Who suffers from pride? Who needs to accept God's will instead of forcing their own will? etc. Read the prayer at the top to announce the Mystery. Announce each intention before each Hail Mary. Recite the prayer at the bottom of the prayer to end the Mystery.<br />
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Here is the page with the Annunciation bead. Print and laminate it for your younger children to hold as you pray this Mystery. It can also be used along with the Rosary Quilt itself. (The activity blanket which is explained in the manual) The blank beads may be copied and used to help young children keep track of their prayers. (There are actually 10 blank beads in the file, not 2)<br />
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What is NOT pictured here is the Virtue Chart which goes with the set. All I could get was a portion of it, pictured below so you can't really use it, but I wanted to at least show you what it is. Its purpose is to help keep track of your child's progress, whenever you catch your child being good. The manual explains this concept in a little more detail, but you get the idea.<br />
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If you are interested in obtaining the 4 digital file set (Manual, instructions and workbook plus virtue chart) for $17 and the color painting Beads files which supplement the program for $5, please contact me at </div>
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Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-19753391203372031772015-02-01T13:50:00.000-08:002015-02-01T13:57:11.317-08:00Rosary Behavior Poster<div style="text-align: center;">
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3 year olds are at that "special" stage of discipline where they understand much but can control very little. Since we were having so much trouble with our daughter's newfound self-awareness and pride, I have decided to dust off the Yes Ma'am chart I created when Fulton was 3 to give him positive reinforcement for the times he cooperated with my requests. It has become clear that I need to start using these again, for both Marialina and Fulton!<br />
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It is a simple reward system to keep track of the times my children have been good and cheerful helpers around the house.<br />
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We start each day at the Cross and say a little prayer, such as: "Dear Mary, help me to be more like you every day and help me to say 'yes' when Mommy or Daddy ask me to do something, just like you said 'yes' to God. Amen"<br />
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Once the prayer is done, have your child color in the Cross. Whenever your child responds to a request with a 'Yes Ma'am', your child gets a sticker on the bead or gets to color it in. Every Our Father bead equals a reward (a Smartie candy is nice to use. It is small, but tasty, and it is always smart to obey, right?) If the rosary is completed, or a designated level within the rosary is complete for the day, give your child a bigger reward, like a game, extra story or a movie. What fun to watch the rosary of good intentions fill up! And how excited they are to show Daddy their progress when he gets home!<br />
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I created this using graphics I found online and combined them. Just save it as a JPEG file (important!) and you can print it out for your own children! If you don't want to print out new sheets each day, laminate a page and use erasable markers to color in the beads. Or you may use the same sheet over the course of a few days to reach a big goal at the end of the week. Whatever works for you!<br />
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Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-39411018674567383922014-09-11T12:25:00.002-07:002014-09-11T12:29:19.225-07:00Preschool Day 2<div style="text-align: center;">
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Here is day 2 for the preschool program I am putting together. This year's plans will come in fits and spurts (and not necessarily in time for specific feast days) and as time permits, so my apologies to those who have 4 year old children this year. But if you have 3 year olds, the these plans should be ready for you to use by next year! Enjoy!<br />
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We will call today <strong>Day one and a half</strong>, as we only got through half of the curriculum. I had waaaay too much planned for a 4 year old! But that is OK, because I have also decided he needs school almost every day. So instead of a new plan for Friday, I will have the rest of today's plan to use tomorrow. :)<br />
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We celebrated the Immaculate Heart of Mary today, as it is her feast day on the Traditional calendar, but it is also <a href="http://ourladyschildrenjulthrusept.blogspot.com/p/august.html"><strong><span style="color: #f1c232;">her month</span></strong></a>, so this would work for anyone in August. :) <br />
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My thought process behind today's lesson plans is focusing on Our Lady and her Immaculate Heart. With this, we will also be exploring issues of personal hygiene and keeping ourselves 'immaculately' clean. We only got through the religious portion of the lessons today, so tomorrow we spend the day with a petri dish, washing our hands, learning about germs, playing a fun game online and going on a germ hunt and a 'sin' hunt in the house, both of which will be appropriately labled. (You'll just have to see it tomorrow - trust me! LOL)<br />
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We wanted to make the <a href="http://catholicicing.com/2011/06/sacred-and-immaculate-heart-play-doh-cookies/"><strong><span style="color: #f1c232;">Immaculate Heart cookies</span></strong></a> seen on Catholic Icing. One quick comparison between her cookies and mine will tell you I did not have some crucial ingredients onhand today. I thought I had food coloring, but alas I did not. Living 40 minutes away from the nearest store meant I had to do some quick thinking. So I convinced Fulton we needed to have the hearts white because Our Lady's heart was so clean and pure. We colored the flames with carrot juice (and you all know why I suddenly have a gallon of that stuff aroung the house!) and the strip of flowers was made out of dough colored with homemade blueberry preserves! We tossed a chocolate chip to give a color contrarst to the flame and voila! Immaculate Heart of Mary cookies, natural style!<br />
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They smelled soooo good baking, but I had to resist, as they were not on my fast plan, even if they were 'natural'. The children are still enjoying them as I type, though, which means the temptation will not last long.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Use <a href="http://ourladyschildren.blogspot.com/2012/05/3-year-olds-are-that-special-stage-of.html"><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">‘Yes Ma’am’ page</span></strong></a> throughout the day and use as part of accountability to Daddy</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Read 2<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">nd</span></sup> half of Treasure Box book</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Color Immaculate Heart picture and write 'I love you' on it<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(picture found below)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Make Immaculate Heart cookies –<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Listen to ‘Immaculate <span style="color: #f1c232;">Mary' song and try to sing it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-61384632326230903542014-08-25T05:54:00.001-07:002015-07-11T12:34:36.055-07:00Catholic Preschool Plans<div style="text-align: center;">
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I must be slightly out of my mind, but I am considering writing a preschool curriculum, even though none of my children are currently in preschool. Fulton is too old, and Marialina is too young, but I had so much fun creating lessons for Fulton back in 2012, I thought I would continue them. My plan is to eventually have 3 'classes' a week, but that will depend on how well my computer is working and if I can actually get to use it, now that the children are working on it all the time. HA! We shall see. <br />
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I had so much fun doing this with Fulton, but I am getting a little teary eyed, too, remembering him before the accident.<br />
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Below is a copy/paste job from my old blog with the first day of preschool posted. It will be tied into the liturgical year and will be mostly internet based, so the only materials you will need will be some crafting and baking items and maybe one of those mega-curriculum workbooks you can get in many stores this time of year. I will try to use online workbook pages when I find them.<br />
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If people like this, I will maybe lay it out a little better....we shall see where the Spirit leads me. But I need your input too!<br />
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First day of preschool for Fulton!!! I can't even believe how quickly time is flying by, but here we are, homeschooling 5 kids this year. (Prayers, please!)<br />
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I have decided to toss the preschool programs I used in the past and piece together something I could work with. He just turned 4 in June, so I know I will have to take it a little slower in some areas, but overall I think he is more than ready for this adventure.<br />
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I decided to revolve his school year around the Liturgical calendar, using the day's feasts as my guide. I went cheap and bought 2 different MEGA preschool workbooks, plus some Catholic-specific workbooks for him to work through. He has never had any formal training on writing before, so this week we are working mostly on how to hold a crayon, how to trace and follow 'mazes' and so on. He loves coloring and painting on his own, so I highly suspect he will catch on fairly quickly. You have never seen a little boy happier than the frst time he sees his name in print - in his own handwriting!<br />
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Today is St. Bernard of Calirvaux's feast day, so here was the plan:<br />
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Read half of book #1 of the <a href="https://tanbooks.benedictpress.com/index.php/page/shop:flypage/product_id/474/keywords/treasure+box/"><strong><span style="color: #f1c232;">Treasure Box</span></strong></a> series and discuss<br />
Do pre-writing worksheets, write name, etc<br />
Begin Rosary Quilt program: Just introduce activity blanket and its components today. (Have it out for him to get used to during family rosary at night)<br />
Color picture of St. Bernard of Calirvaux (picture found below)<br />
Read some basic information about <a href="http://www.holyspiritinteractive.net/kids/saints/0820_bernard.asp"><strong><span style="color: #f1c232;">St Bernard of Clairvaux</span></strong></a><br />
Memorize his famous quote: "Jesus is honey in the mouth." (Recite quote to daddy at dinner as part of his accountability)<br />
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Discuss bees<br />
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<li>Only insect that makes food for people</li>
<li>Makes wax</li>
<li>What does it make honey out of?</li>
<li>Why does he make honey?</li>
<li>Why does it make the wax?</li>
<li>The bees live to serve the queen bee. Should we live to love and serve Our Blessed Mother? What sweet things can we bring to her? </li>
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Read 2 quick stories on bees found <a href="http://www.magickeys.com/books/bee/index.html"><strong><span style="color: #f1c232;">here</span></strong></a> and <a href="http://www.magickeys.com/books/beepicnic/index.html"><strong><span style="color: #f1c232;">here</span></strong></a> Lots of giggles with these!<br />
Make honey candy (recipe follows)<br />
Play <a href="http://www.jigzone.com/puzzles/6314C244CFD&m=C810823.8F59FC2&z=5?v=166684"><strong><span style="color: #f1c232;">online bee puzzle</span></strong></a> while waiting for candy to boil and while it cools<br />
Decorate candle for prayer room<br />
Cut out bee pieces and have him tape together the bee. Attach to stick and make it fly!<br />
Read <a href="http://mythfolklore.net/aesopica/milowinter/65.htm"><strong><span style="color: #f1c232;">this story</span></strong></a><br />
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I am sure this this candy would be delicious, had I not burned it a little, and if I actually stirred it. The baking soda made it foam up so quickly (we used a small pan), that I had a moment of panic and dumped it in the pie pan before it was completely mixed. Hence the white chunks in the picture. CJ loved it, everyone else just focused on the 'burnt' taste. I took the tiniest taste (Honeycomb Candy was not part of the <a href="http://ourladyschildren.blogspot.com/2012/08/day-1-40-day-fast-40-day-feast.html">40 Day Fast-40 Day Feast</a> plan!) and could imagine it would have been quite good with a bit less time over the flames. Lesson learned.<br />
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I think we will do preschool 3 days a week with other activities on the off days. Fulton needs to stay super busy, both in body and mind, but I have other children to teach as well. It is going to be a delicate balance between the 2 different types of schooling, but Lord willing, I shall succeed!Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-37718002157481836462014-07-13T19:58:00.000-07:002014-07-13T19:58:59.301-07:00Rosary: A New Way to Pray<div style="text-align: center;">
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Today you will do it. You will get through it. You will pray the Rosary! Queen of the Holy Rosary, you have deigned to come to Fatima to reveal to the three shepherd children the treasures of grace hidden in the Rosary… <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p>Suddenly, the world intrudes. Your husband can’t find his socks. You start to compile your grocery list instead of meditating. When your toddler bumps is head and needs a kiss, you decide you will finish praying later. But later comes and goes, and suddenly it is 11:30pm and you have not finished the Rosary. Those hidden treasures of grace will have to wait for another time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p>Sound familiar? No matter where you are in your Rosary devotion, novice or expert, I am sure that you have experienced some form of distractions or interruptions while praying and perhaps have even given up praying because of this. These stumbling blocks are scattered along everyone’s path, but with the grace of God they can be overcome. I present to you will open up new possibilities for you, to give you a way to find the time and inspiration throughout each day to pray an entire 15 Mysteries, and offer a simple, prayerful and gentle way of sanctifying your soul.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p>Prayer has commonly been compared to breathing and for a good reason. Prayer is as important to the soul as breathing is to the body. Yet, unlike breathing, you have to make a conscience effort to pray. And for busy homeschooling mothers, we are sometimes tempted to skip the Rosary and toss up a few quick prayers instead, forgetting how prayer gives life to our souls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I myself was plagued with stumbling blocks and I actually stopped praying the Rosary for about a year. When I finally picked up my Rosary again, I went to St. Louis for advice. I read his book, The Secret of the Rosary and realized that it was a direct answer to my prayers. He tells souls who are unable to pray 15 decades all at once, <o:p></o:p></div>
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If you cannot find the time to say a third part of the Rosary all at one time, say it gradually, a decade here and there. I am sure you can manage this; so that, in spite of your work and all the calls upon your time, you will have said the whole Rosary before going to bed.” </div>
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I was so freed when I read this! With my priest’s blessing, I incorporated the Saint’s first method of praying the Rosary by asking for specific graces and virtues with each Mystery, and broke up the Rosary into manageable pieces. I was actually praying the Rosary again, and I was astounded at my rapid growth in virtues. At last those hidden treasures were being revealed to me! </div>
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I soon spent each day completely immersed in Our Lady and Our Lord’s life, living the Rosary and actively working on the sanctification of my soul as I went about my day. I learned to breathe the Rosary - to inhale the Mysteries and exhaled the grace.</div>
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Lets take a look at how easy and fruitful this method really is. Begin the Rosary in the morning, around 6:00am if you can. St. Louis announces the Mysteries with a little prayer, asking for the grace or virtue attached to each one. The Annunciation prayer is:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext;">Place yourself in the room with Mary as the Annunciation takes place. Inhale the scene, absorb the lesson, let it fill you. Ponder the perfect acts of humility unfolding before you. “Let it be done to me according to his will…” Pray the decade as reverently as possible, inhaling deeply the entire Mystery.</span></div>
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As you pray the Annunciation, try to picture the usual situations you run into in the morning and visualize an actual plan on how to handle them with humility. Ask Mary to obtain for you the humility you need to get through the next hour of the day. Just one hour. </div>
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After the Glory Be, stop and then go about your usual activities. For the next hour you are going to exhale the grace you just prayed for. Humility. In every interaction you have with others, whether it be your children, your husband, the garbage man or just yourself. Humility. </div>
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The Annunciation is a joyful moment, a challenge, and a heroic chance to say “Yes!” to whatever it is God is calling us to do at any moment. Talk to Mary. She will begin to show you pieces of the Annunciation that mirror your own situations during this hour in the most amazing ways. Live humbly from 6 to 7:00am. That is all.</div>
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So what happens at 7:00? If you are in the middle of changing a diaper or chasing the dog, don’t’ panic. Live humbly through the interruption and know that God is asking something else of you at the moment and you will return to your prayer in a minute. But right around 7:00am, return to your room or prayer space for a moment. Kneel down and review your hour. Where were you blessed with humility? Where did you fall? This is a mini examination of conscience for you. Make the Sign of the Cross and pray, the Fatima Prayer:<o:p></o:p></div>
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“O my Jesus, forgive us our sins and save us from the fires of Hell. Lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need of Thy mercy.” Then pray, “Grace of the mystery of the Incarnation, come down into my soul and make it truly humble.”</div>
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<span style="color: windowtext;">The beauty of this method, for me, is that I can spend the whole day with Our Lady. I spend from 6 to 6:05 inhaling the Annunciation. From 6:05 to 7:00 I am exhaling the grace, trying to live in the example of humility Mary is showing me.</span></div>
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From 7 to 7:05 I make myself account for my failings, ask for forgiveness and then inhale the Visitation. From 7:05 to 8:00am I exhale, in my own imperfect way, charity towards my neighbors. My husband, the children, the person who just pulled out in front of me on the highway, and to myself. I relive the Visitation during that hour and try my hand at being charitable. I am reminded that the greatest act of charity is to bring Christ to others, just as Mary brought Christ to Elizabeth. At 8:00 I take another moment to recollect the past hour. How did I do? Can I gather strength in my successes, thanking Our Lady for showing me how to be humble? Can I find my failings and pray for guidance next time I am tempted to pride? <o:p></o:p></div>
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If you want to honor Our Lady and make an honest effort to try to overcome bad habits and develop a virtuous soul, this method keeps you right on track. Vigilent, in fact! Every person you come across, every situation, every moment of every day is an opportunity for sanctification. Do not try to go throughout day on empty lungs. Really take in Mystery when praying. But do not hold your breath too long, either. Exhale the graces that come to you from your prayers throughout day. You must exhale to practice the virtue!</div>
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When I die, I want to die somewhere between inhaling and exhaling, so that my last dying breath that leaves my body will be filled with an effort and attempt to practice and spread the grace. We are all called to sanctity and many paths to choose from on our way to Sainthood. I choose to take my path one breath at a time. Fifteen stairs and 15 breaths a day brings me closer to Our Lady and to Him. Progress. Success is not as important as the effort. The effort comes from what is in your heart. When you inhale these Mysteries and exhale the grace, it all passes through our hearts, doesn’t it? And that is what Our Lord will be looking for when we go to meet Him. </div>
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After a 25 year long struggle with Parkinson's, my father-in-law passed away. Written below is the eulogy I wrote for my husband to read today at his service held at Heritage Methodist Church. Prayers for the repose of his soul and for the comfort of all who grieve our loss are cherished.<br />
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Rest in peace, Ken. You are so deeply loved and will be missed.<br />
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On April 28, 1944, Kenneth Dale Poppe was born unto the
world. What difference could such a tiny
child make in the lives of others? What impact would he have upon the world
around him? Would anyone even know who
Kenneth Dale Poppe was, 25, 50, 100 years after his birth? If you base notoriety on what you read in the
papers and in history books, then perhaps it could be said that my father’s
life was nothing more than a brief, flickering flame among so many others, indistinguishable
from others at a distance.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But let us take a closer look at this flame – this single
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Before he was even born, he let his presence be known with
the typical kicks and wiggles beneath the safety of his mother’s heart, as he
prepared himself for the outside world.
Youngest of 3 and their only son, he was the pride of his father and
adored by his sisters and mother. This
tiny infant quickly grew into a strong and stocky child, ready to take on the
world – whether it be mastering the art of fishing, chasing imaginary bank robbers
on his bike, helping his father on the farm, or wooing the much older ladies in his life with his cowboy hat and
holster, a perfectly practiced Roy Rogers swagger and impish grin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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While it was rumored that his mother was his first love
during those first few years, by the age of 14 he had set his sights on
pursuing the other lovely ladies in town.
Finding it far easier to capture a young girl’s attention with his
natural musical talents, he gave up his cowboyish dreams, hung up his holster,
and replaced it with a guitar. His melodious voice and talented strumming
served him well during his teen years.<i><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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He attended Southern Illinois University, majoring in
Agricultural Economics, hoping to branch out into the wider world around him
while still honoring his family’s farming roots. As fate would have it, he was attending a
fraternity hayride with a blind date but all his attention was focused on
another petite young lady a few feet away – my mother, Alta.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One week after graduation she took his name as her own and
this flickering flame grew in brightness and in purpose. One month later, he was drafted. He trained at Fort Knox which was then called
Fort Lewis, and because of his college degree and test scores, was invited to
attend Officer Candidate School at Aberdeen Proving Ground. The combination of his strong work ethic and
likeable nature not only won him a position as a Military Intelligence Officer
in the Foreign Developments Division in Washington, DC but eventually earned
him an Army Commendation Letter from his commanding officer during his time of
service.<o:p></o:p></div>
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His contributions as a Jaycee, Sunday School teacher and
member of the Parkinson’s support group in Colorado Springs helped to light the
paths of many souls whose lives are now a little brighter for having known him.
A loyal and faithful friend, he forged
deep bonds with others and stayed in contact with them throughout the years,
always happy to share his light with others. <o:p></o:p></div>
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For my mother he was her one true love. Her anchor, provider, her best friend. The light of her life. The 2 of them were a
perfect pair, enjoying a highly social life and their involvement in church and
civic groups. And while my father’s light shone brightly at
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I was born about 3 years after they married, Kathy followed 2 and a half years later. He blessed my sister with a beautiful singing
voice and instilled in her a great love of music. His skillful coaching helped develop her
singing talents and brought to her a love of performing. Our Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog skits
would send Dad into peals of laughter – the
Muppet Show had nothing on us!<o:p></o:p></div>
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He was a great floor wrestler and ‘Gotcha Bird”
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He was my first coach in sports and my biggest fan. And while that was important to me as I grew,
I see now that it was the small, subtle lessons he taught me when he didn’t
know I was looking that turned out to be the most important. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A little boy sitting in the dark, listening to a discussion
and witnessing his father’s love and conviction to his marriage has shown me
how to love and honor my own wife, no matter what the cost.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Watching my father go off to work each day, even on days he
would have rather have slept in or played golf, taught me what it means to take
responsibility and be the provider for my family.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Later, I learned perseverance as I watched him accept God’s
will for his life as he suffered with Parkinson’s.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I learned unselfishness, realizing how no matter how
much he suffered, he never demanded anything of us.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I witnessed, time and again, true hospitality and charity,
never complaining when my children got a little too rambunctious in his home,
or staying as long as he could to visit with us before he had to quietly retire
to his room. His home was always open to
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And I learned humility born of great love, as he allowed my
heroic mother to be his strength and the rock he once was for her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And finally, in feeling those waning trembles in his
feverish hand those last few days on earth has proven to me what a man of great
dignity he always was. Until his dying
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No - My father’s light has not been extinguished. I see it
in my home, filled with love and laughter, his jokes and sense of humor alive
and well in the joyful, teasing nature of my children. I hear it every time I hear my sister
sing. Or catch an expression or movement
that either my nephews or my own children make.
I pass these lights on to my own children and see them grow brighter
each day. And their lights shine forth
and ignite a love of life and inspiration to those with whom they come into
contact. And I see his light all around this
room, glistening in your eyes. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I see now how far that little light has thrown its beams and
I realize, indeed, what a tremendous difference one tiny light, born to us in
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Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-34994372220405481922014-05-23T08:28:00.001-07:002014-05-23T08:28:25.627-07:00Fulton Graduates<div style="text-align: center;">
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I cannot believe how quickly this year has passed! After so much deliberation about whether we should send Fulton to Pre-school, I think it is very obvious that we made the right decision. SO much growth - learning and social adjustments alike - have brought to him a stronger sense of self and purpose.<br />
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That may sound funny if we are talking about a 5 year old boy, but truly I feel his journey through life will be made a little easier because of how well he has been cared for at Heritage Preschool. They have truly given him the tools and confidence he needs as he continues on the path Our Lord has set before him.<br />
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Thank you so much to the entire staff at Heritage, and especially to his teachers, Amy, Alia and Tracey!<br />
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Here is a video of his class singing How Great Is Our God with sign language. Believe it or not, I actually was able to hold myself together for most of the evening, but when the rays of sunshine came through the windows towards the end of the song, I lost it. God truly is great!<br />
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And this is him receiving his diploma.<br />
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Here are a few photos of his big day yesterday.<br />
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Such a happy little guy! Thank you all for your prayers and support - what a year it has been! We couldn't have done it without your constant petitions to Our Lord. <br />
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God is Good. Always!Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-8703267322613384122014-05-08T10:53:00.003-07:002014-05-08T10:53:28.123-07:00Small Success Thursday: One hour at a time<div style="text-align: center;">
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This week has been such a blur, all I can really remember is
the last 7 hours (I am writing this at 11:09am). So without further ado, these are my hourly
accomplishments…<o:p></o:p><br />
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5:00 – 6:00am<o:p></o:p></div>
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I actually opened my eyes!
I am notoriously lazy – therefore waking up at this time was quite an
accomplishment all by itself. So
impressive, in fact, that if I didn’t actually HAVE to get out of bed at that
time, I would have just buried myself back under the covers and called it a day
well lived. But alas….<o:p></o:p><br />
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6:00 – 7:00am<o:p></o:p></div>
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I managed to put on a little makeup and brush my hair. Jay (husband), CJ, Fulton and I got dressed
and headed out the door to the hospital, where we checked in and dozed briefly
in the waiting room.<o:p></o:p><br />
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7:00 – 8:00am<o:p></o:p></div>
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Settled into the recovery room, where we waited to hear what
the plan was going to be for the day for Fulton’s surgery. Jay took over the dozing duties for me while
I sat quietly with a very grumpy Fulton.<o:p></o:p><br />
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8:00 – 9:00am<o:p></o:p></div>
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Slowly moved from vegging mode to surgery mode. Changed Fulton into his medical gown and did
some serious snuggling while watching the Cat in the Hat. Unfortunately for Fulton the woman from Child
Life came in and started explaining a few things about the surgery to him just
as the episode about giraffes was about to get interesting. We ALMOST found out whether giraffes actually
eat monkeys or not. Jay thinks they do –
why else do they have such long necks and always have their faces in the trees? Fulton, on the other hand, seems to think
they eat leaves. Perhaps another time we
will finally learn the truth…..<o:p></o:p><br />
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9:00 – 10:00am<o:p></o:p></div>
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Watched a new show called Peg and Cat. That was a new one to me, anyway. And I thoroughly enjoyed it! It was decided that Fulton did not have to
take his ‘nose medicine’ (drugs that knock him out fairly quickly) and that he would
only take the oral anti-anxiety meds. He
was a trooper. But even with the meds,
Fulton continued to sport the grumpy face, so we did some more serious
snuggling. CJ discovered the Wii set in the
recovery room and we haven’t seen him since….<o:p></o:p><br />
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10:00 – 11:00am<o:p></o:p></div>
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Moved to the ‘launching pad’ – a waiting room in the surgical
unit where we received more instructions and watched Dinosaur Train in the
hospital bed. Even Fulton was feeling a
little sleepy by this time. At 10:30 am,
per Fulton’s request, I donned a surgical gown, mask and cotton candy blue
surgical hat and was able to walk with him right into the operating room. He wanted me to put the mask on him, so I
stroked his head and held the oxygen mask on his little face until he fell
asleep.<br />
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Lord help me, that was so difficult. I can't even ponder the heaviness on my heart.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mother Mary, be with
him for the remaining hours he will be in surgery. Please guide the surgeons’ hands and hearts,
and bestow upon them the wisdom they need to see this surgery through to the
end. May their God-given talents bring
about the help Fulton needs and may the healing hand of God pass over my son
and bless him. Amen.<o:p></o:p><br />
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What can I say - this week has been like most others. Full of business and nothingness, sometimes at the very same time! But despite to random whirlwind that is my life, I did manage to get a few things done:<br />
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#1 <br />
I made real, <a href="http://letuskneel.blogspot.com/2014/04/homemade-organic-sunscreen.html" target="_blank">organic, all natural sunscreen</a>! And it was easy, too - you have to try this stuff! I used it on Fulton's scars today since he is having a Track and Field Day this afternoon. We shall see how well it works...<br />
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#2 <br />
We made it to Mass on time and fully dressed. TBTG. <br />
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#3 <br />
I managed to get my raspberry plants out to the garden instead of sitting on my pantry floor (my apologies to Thomas - they are almost there, though - I promise!) Mind you, they are not IN the ground yet, but at least they are outside...<br />
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#4 <br />
I finally found my manuscript I had been wanting to finish editing. I am a paper girl at heart and do my best editing with a pen, so losing the printed version with weeks worth of edits scribbled on it was a big deal.<br />
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#5 <br />
I received 4 of the 5 nightgowns I ordered in an effort to look more feminine, even when I sleep.<br />
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"What?!" you say, "Snoring with your mouth wide open and hair all over the place, wearing an old painter's T-shirt and ripped sweat pants is not feminine and pleasant to look at?"<br />
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I was shocked - SHOCKED I tell you, to find out that this is not the sort of look a husband appreciates. I mean, really! It was his T-shirt and sweatpants - you'd think he'd be kind of like, "Hey, girl, you make this homesteading homeboy's work clothes look pretty appealing!"<br />
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After a few chats with Colleen Hammond, she set me straight and we decided to dump the frump and to use a little tax refund money for this splurge. Mind you, there is nothing "eye popping" about these nightgowns - they are full length and 2 of them even came with beautiful matching robes for proper, modest cover-up. In order to make this change, though, I first had to get rid of such things as my ratty old Tweety Bird nightgown (much to my husband's delight) I liked Tweety Bird.... but even the children complimented me on my matching nightgown and robe this morning and I actually felt pretty, even before I brushed my hair (which, I might add, I still haven't done yet...)<br />
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#6 <br />
I bought a rustic looking 3 drawer nightstand to go beside my bed. The pile of 'stuff' was getting so bad, Marialina was able to use it to launch herself onto our raised bed with no problem. Now it is much more organized in our room, and I have to completely wake up and sit up to help my toddler onto the bed to snuggle instead of just drowsily giving her a little help. I guess this one is kind of a trade off....<br />
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#7 Since my new doctor prescribed diet and accidentally losing about 8 pounds, Shannon and I have decided to start a daily walk each morning to continue this positive trend. Today was the first day. We walked 2 houses down and jogged back home because of the lightening and the neighbor's loose German Shepherd. Not very impressive, I know, but it is a start anyway!<br />
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And that, my dear readers, is my week. What have you been up to? Curious what others have been up to this week? Go to this <a href="http://catholicmom.com/2014/04/24/small-success-thursday-time-well-wasted/">CatholicMom.com</a> link and take a peek!Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-8355138486021854442014-04-23T13:40:00.000-07:002014-04-24T13:08:07.515-07:00Homemade Organic Sunscreen<div style="text-align: center;">
J.M.J.</div>
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Fulton, as you are well aware, has special needs when it comes to his skin. His skin grafts require vigilant care when it comes to cold weather, but even more so when it comes to the sun. <br />
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Most agree these days that your skin needs a certain amount of sunshine to help boost your vitamin D levels, and I have never been one to slather too much sunscreen on my children. It seems to me that there are more benefits to moderate sun exposure than benefits to exposing your skin to toxic chemicals found in most sunscreens, just to prevent a little sunburn.<br />
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Being of Irish descent, I understand the hazards of too much sun, but I have always longed for a happy medium. Sunshine for its benefits vs harmful chemicals to prevent a burn. What to do. What to do.<br />
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Since Fulton's burn, I have learned far more about the skin than any non-medical person should need to know. And one of the most concerning things that I learned has to do with the sun and Fulton's scars. He is completely missing the dermis - the thicker under-layer of skin. And because of this, he has lost all natural protection from the sun's rays. So sun exposure on those scars is an absolute no-no. However, because the dermis is missing, anything I put onto his skin is also quickly absorbed into his bloodstream and at higher levels than normal skin. The last thing I wanted to do was put those chemicals on the skin we worked so hard to harvest and nurture.<br />
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My solution? Fulton's Super Special Sunscreen! (as he likes to call it!)<br />
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I modified the recipe found <a href="http://wellnessmama.com/2558/natural-homemade-sunscreen-recipe/" target="_blank">HERE</a> to address Fulton's needs, plus I added some tamanu oil and sea buckthorn oil for some extra scar nourishment and therapy. According to the original recipe, the spf should be about 20.<br />
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Interested in the recipe? Here it is!<br />
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Please note: All ingredients are assumed to be organic - I am just too lazy to type out the word over and over again<br />
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1/2 cup almond oil (use olive oil instead if you are allergic or sensitive to nuts)<br />
1/4 cup beeswax pastilles (I subtracted about a tablespoon plus a teaspoon less to make sure it will be a soft cream for his scars)<br />
1/4 cup unrefined coconut oil<br />
1 T shea butter<br />
5 drops <a href="http://www.herbs2000.com/h_menu/tamanu_nut_oil.htm" target="_blank">tamanu oil</a><br />
5 drops <a href="http://www.herbs2000.com/herbs/herbs_sea_buckthorn.htm" target="_blank">sea buckthorn oil</a> (do not use if you are allergic or sensitive to nuts)<br />
3 drops lavender essential oil<br />
2T zinc oxide<br />
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Combine all ingredients except the zinc oxide in a canning jar, and slowly melt the shea butter, coconut oil and wax using the double boiler method.<br />
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<br />Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-54956260271633908742014-04-22T14:27:00.001-07:002018-09-15T10:39:42.232-07:00Face Your Flaws with Joy<div style="text-align: center;">
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I saw an ad for the Wounded Warrior Project the other day. As the ad played, they showed soldiers with various injuries dealing with 'real life' after their life changing event. One soldier, in particular, caught my eye. He was getting dressed for the day, but because of his severe burn injuries, one of the things he had to 'put on' was his ears.<br />
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Fulton's ears (or lack thereof) is kind of a topic we haven't hit head on yet with him. He knows his hearing is not very good, and that his ears are 'very small'. Cleaning them is vastly different from the way it used to be, since his scars have created a few deep pockets in the ear area that require regular attention in addition to his regular ear canals. He has taken this all in stride, and honestly, unless we are washing his hair, we are pretty much at the point where we do not notice that his head is missing a few accessories. Which was why this commercial caught my attention.<br />
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The physical therapists at Shriners had mentioned that as he grows he will be getting some ears. And sometimes when we are getting him scanned for his face masks, I will see various prosthetic body parts on the counter, awaiting their final fittings. And I wonder - how will Fulton feel about having fake ears? Will years of not having them and dealing with the stares break his confidence down? Should we get them sooner, if possible? And how on earth do those things stay in place, anyway?<br />
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Later that day, I mentioned to Fulton that I saw a soldier on TV who was burned like he was. "And you will never guess what he had to put on as he was getting dressed for the day!"<br />
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"What?" he asked, only half interested.<br />
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"He put on,"<i> </i><br />
<i>what was I doing bringing this up right now? </i><br />
"a pair,"<br />
<i>are you kidding me, Cassandra? Why are you telling him this?</i> <br />
"of EARS!"<br />
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As I finished the sentence, panic hit me, and I wondered why I even brought it up in the first place. Would we have a detailed conversation about why someone would want prosthetic ears? Would he suddenly become self conscious about his own ears? Would he start asking questions to which I did not yet know the answers<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">? </span><br />
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"BWA-HAHAHAHAHAHA!"<br />
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His entire face contorted as only his face can, laughing. Laughing so much, in fact, his eyes started to tear up. And off he ran. "Hey Shannon!" he called. "Guess what! There was a soldier who was burned and he had to put on his ears! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Someday I'm gonna get ears, too, and you can watch me put them on! HAHAHAHAHA!" This, of course, was followed by various demonstrations of how the ears probably are attached, and each sibling joined in the creativity of the moment.<br />
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Good grief - this child is laughing at himself!<br />
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And then I smiled. Could it be, this is the way Our Lord wants us to look at our own human imperfections? To not get bogged down with the downside of it all to the point where it paralyzes and prevents God's glory to shine through, but instead focus on what joy can come of it?<br />
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To be humble enough to laugh at oneself takes courage. It leaves you exposed. Vulnerable. But when, out of a deep love of God, you embrace the cross with which you have been blessed, a transformation takes place within your heart that allows you to not only accept your flaws and your burdens, but take joy in them and spread that joy to others. Your struggles are transformed into a source of sanctification and become the vehicle by which you ultimately give God glory in Heaven.<br />
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Fulton's journey has only just begun. I have been warned that at any time, the effects of his injuries and appearance can suddenly take a turn for him emotionally and darker days may be ahead. But for now, we are building on the joys at hand. He has accepted what has happened to him as part of God's bigger plan for his life. He brings joy to others through his cross. He embraces his role as one who serves as a warning to others to be careful around fire. He inspires. He renews people's faith. And he laughs. A lot. Which immediately puts others at ease and helps others laugh, too.<br />
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As I pondered this, I noticed the children had redirected the conversation from how to get the ears on to the multitude of ways the ears might come off. "And maybe," Fulton was giggling, "I can be on a roller coaster and they will fly off my head because I am riding so fast!"<br />
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At this point, all of us were laughing so hard, tears were streaming down our faces. Dear Lord, this child brings us so much joy!<br />
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Thank you, Lord, for showing me how to find the joy mingled within our sorrows. Help me to embrace my own imperfections. Remind me of the humor found in them. And give me humility to laugh at myself as I struggle to overcome the things You have given me for the betterment of my soul. <span id="goog_985318722"><br /></span><br />
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<br />Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-37771347886079943712014-04-09T13:27:00.002-07:002014-04-09T13:27:23.423-07:00The Very Hungry Caterpillar (as told by Fulton)<div style="text-align: center;">
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Fulton came home from school the other day just bursting with excitement. He had learned the story about the Very Hungry Caterpillar and relished the retelling of it to each one of us. Yes, we all enjoyed our own exclusive performance of this well loved story, and I just couldn't deny all of you the same joy. (Please forgive the quality of recording - I am working in it!)<br />
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<br />Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-50484909462107431782014-04-05T18:34:00.001-07:002014-04-05T18:34:27.896-07:00Highway to Heaven<div style="text-align: center;">
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Probably not. Not at first, anyway. But I think we all have traveled on it - or one like it - in our lives. It is the path of life. Our highway to Heaven. Or to Hell.<br />
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I have actually traveled this road - it is the road we live on. Nothing spectacular about it, really, beyond the fact that last year, at precisely the time I am writing this post today, I was on this road headed home. I hadn't been on this road for 3 months, and while it may look rather bland and uninteresting to you, it was profoundly beautiful to me. Heavenbound.<br />
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Three months before this photo was taken, on January 8, 2013, I had traveled this road in the opposite direction, not sure whether I was headed towards what felt like the flames of Hell. Riding shotgun in an ambulance, we headed to a nearby elementary school where a medical helicopter awaited to take my son to the hospital in Tulsa, OK. I remember nothing of the ride. Just the prayers. And the one stop we had to make because they could not keep Fulton stabilized as we bumped along the road. <br />
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"Jesus, I trust in You. Mother Mary, help us." Over and over these prayers rose from my heart and streamed down my face. "Jesus, I trust in You. Mother Mary, help us."<br />
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Finally we arrived at the school, most likely ruining recess, and I anxiously waited while they tried to get my son stable enough for the 28 minute helicopter ride. "Where are we going?" Hell. This has got to be Hell.<br />
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"We are taking Fulton to Tulsa. But you cannot go with. You will have to find another way and meet him there." Panic replaced the prayer. How can I get there? My husband was also burned and was headed in the opposite direction to a local hospital, and I was unable to drive. "The pilot never takes extras. We are so sorry." The EMTs continued their work inside the ambulance while the flight medics went from ambulance to pilot, exchanging information and making plans. <br />
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Would he even be alive when I finally got there? Tulsa was over 2 hours away. What if he didn't make it? He would be all alone.... <br />
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I shivered in the January breeze and prayed.<br />
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I had caught a glimpse of the helicopter when we first drove onto the school's field. To keep myself moving, I walked around the ambulance, wanting to see what my son would be riding in. At the door, standing sentry, was the pilot. Dark shades covered his eyes, and he had an expressionless face. But I was struck by how similar he looked to my father who had passed away from cancer in 2008. A fit and healthy version of my father - and it left me breathless. "Dad," I prayed, "If you are somewhere where you can hear my prayer, please help me now. You know the situation we are in. I have to be with my son. Please, Dad, pray for us! Pray that I may go on this ride!" I followed this with prayers for the repose of his soul and went back to the other side of the ambulance, to sit on the step. And wait.<br />
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Before long, one of the flight medics came to me and announced in complete amazement, "He says you may go! He has never let anyone ride along before!" <br />
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Praise God! Our first miracle! "Thank you, Dad!" I whispered as they began moving my son to the helicopter. I was allowed to go with - invited to follow Fulton on his journey, never once leaving his side.<br />
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Indeed the first 2 weeks were a spiritual agony - a hell of sorts - the worst times of our lives. But soon there were glimmers of hope. Over the course of the next few months, Fulton and I stayed the course, keeping our eyes on the ultimate prize: Home. Every day, every moment was dedicated towards the day we would return home. <br />
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There were speed bumps. There were detours. And a few times we feared the end was near. But by completely trusting in Our Lord, I knew that someday, somehow, we would be coming home again. I did not question. I did not force my will. I became like soft clay in the holy hands of Our Lord, and He shaped me, strengthened me and set me on the path I needed to be on to get us Home. For during that time, I had renewed my faith, grown closer to Our Lord and Our Lady and learned to embrace each cross with which I was blessed. God had a plan - not just for me, but for Fulton and my entire family. And I trusted Him completely. But, with my husband's help, it would be up to me to help guide my children through it.<br />
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Then finally, the day for which I both prayed and dreaded had come. The surgeons gathered around Fulton and I and unanimously agreed that it was indeed time to go home. We were ready. We were strengthened by their care and armed with what we needed. Not only the medical supplies and medications, but more importantly the prayers and continued support from all of you. Without you all, I truly believe we would not have come through as well as we did. And I am so very grateful. <br />
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It was a journey - an adventure of sorts - not knowing where it would lead, but knowing that as long as I stayed faithful to the path that was set before me, it would all be alright in the end. For strength, I feasted on the fruits that grew alongside the road - the struggles and miracles - the bitter and the sweet - and my eyes opened to the power that comes from completely surrendering to the will of God. Letting Him lead me where He willed, and slowly becoming the kind of wife, mother and woman I never would have become, had this road not been set before me. A path to holiness. A highway to Heaven.<br />
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Sure, I stumbled a few times while I was so far from home. There are many things I wish I had done differently if given the chance. But even through my failures I have learned how to better respond to the crosses and graces set before me in everyday life, and find ways of giving God the glory He so rightly deserves in all things. Hindsight is sometimes the best lens through which we try to see how to better respond. And I pray that I am able to apply what I have learned to whatever future roads Our Lord places before me.<br />
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One year later, I look at the picture I took of our road and recall how I felt as we traveled those last few miles. Excitement. Apprehension. Joy. And I see how, even after returning to our happy home filled with cake, balloons and streamers, and after our new 'real life' has settled in, I am still on a journey. Firmly set on the pathway to holiness as wife and mother, guiding all my children as they embark on their own journeys, as they stumble along the roads He has set before each of them. None of us have made it yet. But by the grace of God, one day, we will finally make it Home.<br />
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"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths." Proverbs 3:5-6<br />
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I am so very excited to hear of <a href="http://www.aknottedlife.com/2014/03/super-exciting-news-on-james-alleged.html" target="_blank">Venerable Fulton Sheen's progress towards canonization</a>! When we named our own Fulton, we just knew that eventually the holy Archbishop would one day have his name listed among the greats. And we wanted to be one of the first in line to have our child named after him.<br />
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My email is getting flooded with notifications about his progress and I rejoice every time I read of it. My mother's heart goes out to Bonnie for the suffering she endured when her son James was born. Her prayer - her very words - were my own words during those first 2 weeks at Fulton's bedside in those moments when it seemed so bleak. "Fulton Sheen, please heal my baby!" Bonnie, you are my hero, proving the power of a mother's faith and tears can move both the heart of a Saint (OK, saint with a lowercase 's' ... for now!) and the heart of Almighty God Himself.<br />
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I keep crying when I see that sweet boy's face - so very thankful we have such a merciful God who shows us His love through souls such as Ven. Fulton Sheen's! God is so good!<br />
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However there is another side to this that I am struggling with. And I am embarrassed to even admit it - because this is so NOT about me! <br />
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I know you all mean well and know what this approval means to the Poppe family as well. But when I am told, "Keep praying - I know God will bring about a miracle for you, too!" this is a pressure becoming difficult to endure. Especially today for some reason. (more tears here) <br />
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I do not want other people to lose faith in God because their prayers for Fulton have not come to fruition in the ways we sometimes hope. And sometimes I feel I am letting all of you down somehow when Fulton's scars remain, his ears are still missing, etc. But please know that miracles are happening, nonetheless. <a href="http://letuskneel.blogspot.com/2014/02/our-lady-of-lourdes-prayed-for-us.html" target="_blank"> Our Lady of Lourdes already saved him once</a>. That is good enough for me!<br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".4d.1:3:1:$comment10202659388958840_6723522:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".4d.1:3:1:$comment10202659388958840_6723522:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".4d.1:3:1:$comment10202659388958840_6723522:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$0:0"><strong>The miracle you've received in having Fulton with you here I think is enormous, wondrous and cause for being incredibly in awe of God every day. Fulton is a walking testament to the greatness of our God just the way he is. What God will do with his future will be a continuation of that miracle and whatever The Lord's goal is will be accomplished and for that I praise him.</strong></span></span></span><br />
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Fear not - I have not lost hope in those bigger miracles of which we Catholics marveled as children, and I continue to 'covet your prayers like candy' here, but please also accept that perhaps we are to go the long way with Fulton's suffering and the long road will be the best for our sanctification. (I'll take prayers for that intention, too BTW!) Sometimes, well, most of the time, Our Lord chooses to work the great miracle of inward conversion instead of physical healing.<br />
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<b>Prayer for the Canonization of Venerable Fulton J. Sheen </b><br />
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Heavenly Father, source of all holiness, You raise up within the Church in every age men and women who serve with heroic love and dedication. You have blessed Your Church through the life and ministry of Your faithful servant, Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen. He has written and spoken well of Your Divine Son, Jesus Christ, and was a true instrument of the Holy Spirit in touching the hearts of countless people. If it be according to your Will, for the honor and glory of the Most Holy Trinity and for the salvation of souls, we ask You to move the Church to proclaim him a saint. We ask this prayer through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen<br />
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<b>Prayer for Fulton's Miraculous Healing through the Intercession of Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen </b><br />
<b><br /></b> Eternal Father, You alone grant us every blessing in Heaven and on earth, through the redemptive mission of Your Divine Son, Jesus Christ, and by the working of the Holy Spirit. If it be according to Your Will, glorify Your servant, Fulton J. Sheen, by granting the favor I now request through his prayerful intercession - that Fulton Poppe's body heals and functions normally and that he is spared any detrimental scarring. I make this prayer confidently through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.<br />
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<br />Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-67075370400436132642014-03-05T18:56:00.000-08:002014-03-05T19:02:50.652-08:00Real Bread ...For Real<div style="text-align: center;">
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I have had many people ask me for my 'famous' bread recipe, and instead of emailing it to people when they ask for it, I have decided to just post it here. Every Lent I get requests, so here it is again! While I do make this bread by hand, I also cheat on busy days and use my Kitchen Aid mixer to do the kneading for me, as it takes far less time <br />
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<strong>2 cups warm water</strong><br />
<strong>2 Tbl instant dry yeast</strong><br />
<strong>1/3 to 1/2 cup honey</strong><br />
<strong>2 Tbl wheat gluten</strong><br />
<strong>1/3 cup powdered milk</strong><br />
<strong>1 Tbl apple cider vinegar</strong><br />
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Use the paddle and mix on low until gluten is well formed. This mixture will resemble moist cookie dough at first. But as it mixes, you will notice that the gluten texture begins to 'spider web', meaning the dough will begin to bond together and stretch instead of breaking apart right away. This is the gluten beginning to form. Soon the dough will take on a bubblegum like texture and you might have to cut it away from the paddle. This is what you want! When you have found this texture, <strong>add another half cup of flour</strong>, mix it in for about 3 minutes and let it rest for 20 minutes. I recommend you remove the paddle and install the dough hook before it rests, as the dough will rise and can get messy if you wait.<br />
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After the 30 minutes, the dough should be pretty puffy. Add:<br />
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<strong>1/2 tsp salt</strong><br />
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I used to use canola oil because it has absolutely no taste and allows the yummy nutty-wheat taste to come through in the bread. However I know that canola is a huge health no-no and I now use organic palm kernel oil instead. I do not recommend coconut oil, as it leaves a subtle coconut taste. I have also tried about 2.5 Tbl butter (not margarine!) with a splash of olive oil with good results. If you just use the coconut oil in this recipe the bread is still good but there is a texture issue that needs to be fixed. I'll let you know what needs to be done if I figure it out!<br />
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Knock this around with the mixer until it is well incorporated. Then add more flour, half a cup at a time, until the dough is slightly sticky but not so sticky it is messy to handle.<br />
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Let your mixer work the dough for about 20 minutes and the dough can pass the stretch test. It won't be as bubblegum-like as before, but if you flatten it out and sllllooooowly stretch it, it should almost double in size before it breaks. If not, knock it around on the slowest speed for another 10 minutes.<br />
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Divide into 2 equal sized loaves and set into 2 greased loaf pans. Cover and let it double in size (anywhere from 30 to 60 minutes depending on the weather) <br />
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Bake at 350 for 30-40 minutes. Cover tops with foil if it is browning too quickly. When time is up, use a meat thermometer and take the bread's temperature in the center of the loaf. Dead center temperature should be 200 degrees. Any reading cooler than that and you might get a raw center. (Blech!) If it is not done yet, continue baking and recheck temperature every 5 minutes.<br />
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When it is done, let them sit for about 5 to 10 minutes. Pop the loaves out of the pans and brush the entire loaves with butter to soften the crust. Slice and eat!<br />
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We eat these at dinnertime. Any leftover bread is saved and used for delicious Frenchtoast the next morning. Leftover bread also tastes great as hot buttered toast or garlic cheesebread. I do not recommend you keep it around for more than 24 hours, as the wheat begins to ferment and it takes on a slight beer aftertaste. There is nothing 'wrong' with the bread, but the taste is not so good for kids. <br />
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This season has been a bit rough on me. The weather reminds me so much of the time when the accident happened last yer. Many 'anniversaries' have already come. <a href="http://letuskneel.blogspot.com/2013/01/kneeling-before-my-god.html" target="_blank">The accident</a>. The removal of the vent. First steps. First words. First cuddle. <br />
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But today, February 11, is the anniversary of an event I hadn't even realized happened until several months after the incident. <br />
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Last year, on this day, Fulton went in for some surgery that was estimated to take no longer than 2 hours. For some reason, I felt an incredible urge to bless him with holy water. Not just any holy water. It had to be holy water from Lourdes. Thankfully someone had sent us some to the hospital, so I blessed him and we headed to surgery. <br />
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Below is a 'cut and paste' of my CarePages entry for that day:<br />
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"Fulton had a 6+ hour surgery today. It was supposed to be a day surgery with the possibility of going 'home' tonight. Unfortunately, his potassium levels were quite high. Almost 7.0. Not good. Needless to say, they will be keeping him there for at least the next 2 nights to get it under control and figure out why his levels skyrocketed. The doctor said it was a good thing he had his surgery scheduled today, or they may not have caught it. I didn't want to know what would have happened if they did not catch it in time - I am just glad they caught it and I trust he will be healed.<br />
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It is also a relief having him admitted, as I do not have to be terrified of his new skin grafts. They did a lot of work on the left side of his head, patchwork on his face, and a 3 inch square on the back of his neck. Hopefully no infection will set in and these areas will finally heal. Once his wounds are closed and secure, I hope I will feel more capable of taking care of him. But I am sure something else will pop up, and I will flounder once again. This parenting thing sure is hard work! But I am trying now more than ever to remember Our Lady at the foot of the Cross. May her humble, loving example be my inspiration to persevere!<br />
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I am in my room and it feels lonely all of a sudden. He was not talking much at all while he was with me, unless he was complaining about the medicines or bandages, but seeing his shoes on the floor here makes me miss him. I got to be 'the good mom' again today, at his side, soothing him and talking to him. I think we both needed this break. I get to sleep tonight and tomorrow night and will be better able to take on whatever other challenges await me later this week.<br />
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Thank you, prayer warriors - your intercessions are keeping me together!"<br />
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All I knew that day was his surgery took longer than usual and that his blood chemistry was very off. Scary, yes, but manageable compared to everything else we were going through. <br />
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Fast forward toward the date when we were about to go home: The head surgeon was reviewing his records and mentioned this particular day as the day Fulton "held his breath." He was talking about so many other things this comment he let slip flew right by me. It wasn't until later when I finally said, "Heeeeeyyyyy! What was that?"<br />
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When one is under general anesthetic, you cannot voluntarily 'hold your breath' like a naughty child trying to get your way. No. You just stop breathing. While there was no point in being terrified over something that happened several months before, I staggered under the realization that I almost lost my son. Again. And so I reviewed the above post and noted the date. <br />
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February 11. <br />
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The Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes.<br />
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And terror slowly transformed into amazement. I was stunned. And tearfully grateful for the way Our Lady urged me to tend to him spiritually, knowing what might happen that morning. I cooperated with her persistent urging that morning and obeyed without realizing the greater need behind it all. And in doing so, she was invited into the operating room that morning and given permission to guide these great doctors and protect my son.<br />
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A miracle? Probably not. God's hand in Fulton's journey has been generous beyond belief and i have accepted the fact that perhaps immediate and complete healing is not His greater plan for Fulton. So be it. But Our Lord and Our Lady have never left us. Ever. And I can only wonder how many more times, through chance meetings, words, actions and prayers from around the world, they have worked such hidden miracles. And I am sure there have been many.<br />
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God is good. Always!<br />
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Our Lady of Lourdes, pray for us!<br />
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For other miracles, big and small, check out <a href="http://www.catholicallyear.com/2014/01/toothpaste-jesus-and-other-miracles.html" target="_blank">Kendra's 'miraculous' link-up</a>!Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-59338521961558465022014-01-20T20:55:00.001-08:002014-01-20T20:55:55.885-08:00Catholic Blogger Birthday Bash!<div style="text-align: center;">
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Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610356808505172005.post-3589331247820350882014-01-17T12:31:00.004-08:002014-01-17T14:20:14.718-08:007 Quick Takes in the Poppe Household<div style="text-align: center;">
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It has been a rather quiet week overall, so these Takes will be short and sweet. Just a few humdrum everyday moments and a few random quotes uttered in our home this week. And if I had remembered to charge my camera battery, I would have posted pictures of these, as some of these were either cute, precious or amusing. Well - all but #7..... Ahem.<br />
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I have managed to get about half of my Christmas cards into the mail this week. No really. This is huge. Most years I buy the cards and they gather dust in their boxes. One year I actually wrote about 20 names on the envelopes but got overwhelmed with the prospect of having to actually address them. "Why can't the mailmen just look these addresses up for me?" I'd whine. But not this year! Which is pretty incredible, since I have like HUNDREDS of people I need to send cards to this year. So if you get a Christmas card from the Poppes before Lent, just file it away with your Christmas decorations and open it next Advent. Merry Christmas!<br />
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I played with my 2yo daughter today. I am not the 'play house' type (I have a hard enough time living 'house' in real life), but how can I resist when she happily announced, "Walmart time! Go shopping." So I donned a straw hat and plastic see-through purse and off we went with our dollies in the stroller to the pantry where she began to swiftly shoplift everything she could fit into her Easter purse. Hmmm....</div>
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I am anxiously waiting to use my new chocolate mint soap I made last month. Tomorrow is the big day - the soap will be cured, and I will be lathering up in the shower with cocoa butter and jojoba oil, smelling like a piece of Andes mint candy. Yum!<br />
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Fulton likes sardines. It is the snack that not only nourishes, but entertains as well. "Mom!" he grinned, "I smell like a lobster and it makes the girls scream!"<br />
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Rice Krispie sludge is the Best. Snack. Ever. Whatever the recipe is for Rice Krispie treats, cut the butter by half, double the marshmallows and cut out about a cup of the cereal. Don't bother putting it into a baking pan and cutting it into squares. Really. Try it. This is pure joy to me.<br />
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I finally said something that even surprised me. </div>
"Boys!" I hollered, "Settle down right now or you both are headed to a time out!" (OK - I have said that like a million times a week - just wait for it...)<br />
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"Moooom, it's Marialina's fault! She is the one doing it!"<br />
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To which I replied, "I don't think so. You were the ones chasing each other and trying to stab your brother in the heart. Marialina is just standing here trying to shove that toy up her nose. Now settle down!"<br />
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And now I'll leave you with this quote from my rather imaginative 5 year old son: <br />
"One time I swallowed a piece of gum and blew a bubble out of my bottom."<br />
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Now come join the fun and post your own for <a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/2014/01/7-quick-takes-about-benedictine-beer-linkedin-fails-and-complaining-with-metrics.html" target="_blank">7 Quick Takes</a>!Cassandra Poppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12180514178168499768noreply@blogger.com0