tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32366533868147768602024-03-05T07:06:58.780-08:00My Life as a Crazy CatholicI made this blog to express my faith and love for God. You don't have to be Catholic to read it, I would be glad to answer any questions, all you have to do is ask. :) I love to show people how much God's love means to me and I want to be his disciple. I'm hoping that with this blog, I can touch even more lives. God Bless and Thank you for reading!Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-44967988830979796532015-10-14T07:41:00.001-07:002015-10-14T07:41:15.825-07:00Lots of work, very little time...Hello everyone,<div>
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Sorry, with everything that's been going on it has been very hard to just sit down and write. Balancing school, work, friends, and free time is crazy and free time (without friends) kind of gets pushed to the side. Posts will be sporadic, but I'll try and do better. One thing I do want to say is that if any of you ever have a prayer intention, feel free to comment here, send me a message, or post on the Facebook page. I will willingly add your prayer requests to my prayer journal.</div>
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Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-77539477309287504512015-05-15T20:25:00.001-07:002015-05-15T20:25:45.223-07:00His Grace Is EnoughI haven't fallen off the face of the Earth, I promise. I've been so caught up in my school work and all the things that come with senior year that I haven't had much free time for blog posts. Now that school is almost over, I actually have time to write.<br /><br />So, as I said above, this is my senior year of high school. It's been chaos since the beginning! I had decided to take two AP courses (one was only first semester, thankfully) and my other courses are regular ones, but they're still very challenging. It's been very overwhelming and I've had a hard time keeping up. On top of that I've also filled out college applications, studied and taken the ACT for one final attempt at a better score, filled out a million scholarship applications, and interviewed for a program at my favorite college. I had never expected senior year to be so tiring! But, surprisingly, it's also gone quite quickly. Seems like just yesterday I was going to my first day of school...yet in 22 days I will be walking across the stage to receive my diploma!<br /><br />Having said all that, I have a confession to make. I get stressed out and overwhelmed very easily. It's been very stressful trying to figure out how I'm going to afford college next year. My mom has helped me by reminding me to pray about it. Praying is a very good way to look at something from another perspective, but I was having a hard time letting go of my worry. I wasn't giving it over to God completely...<br /><br />Let's rewind to the weekend that I received a phone call saying that I had been accepted for the San Damiano Scholars. This is a religious program at Marian that I really wanted to get involved with. I had learned that I had been accepted and that I would receive scholarship money, but I would not know how much or if I could even afford to go the the campus until two weeks later. The next day my youth group went to an event called Encounter Cincinnati. Our Archdiocese does this youth event a couple times a year and there is praise and worship, a religious talk, adoration, and optional confession and prayer ministry available. During adoration I decided to talk to God about my financial worries. I didn't really expect Him to answer me in some profound way because I know that's not how God prefers to talk to us, but at the same time I was still disappointed when I didn't feel something. After adoration was over, we all stood and sang praises to God. The first song that the band played was “Your Grace is Enough” by Matt Maher. I love this song. I've heard it a million times, but when we sang the words “Your grace is enough for me,” it made me realize that I don't have to worry. No matter what happens, God will always lead me to what is best.<br /><br />Two weeks later I received my financial aid letter from Marian and my backup school and with scholarships and work study it would actually cost less for me to attend Marian! It was very exciting to realize that my dreams of attending my dream school were actually going to come true! :)<br /><br />Now let's fast forward to now. Last week my family received some bad news. As usual, I kind of had a little melt down and I was extremely worried about what this news would mean. Worst case scenarios started flashing through my head and I really didn't know what would happen. Then I remembered when I was worrying about paying for college. I immediately stood up, went to my computer, and turned on the song “Your Grace Is Enough.” It helped me to remember that God is still holding us in the palm of His hand. God's grace is sufficient and He's going to take care of us, no matter what. All we have to do is trust. It's not always easy to trust in His plan, but He is taking care of us.<br /><br />Next time you feel the weight of worry and stress, listen to this song and pray. God's got your back. :)<div>
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Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-56381777395341944012015-02-19T17:20:00.001-08:002015-02-19T17:20:28.575-08:00My Apologies...I want to apologize for not posting in so long. This school year has been really crazy. With all the college visits, college applications, scholarship applications/interviews, difficult classes, coaching, and stress, I have had little free time to write any posts. <br />
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Basically, the hunt is a week of chaos. You are put into teams of 15, my 5 other friends that joined with me were combined with 9 people from California and our two team names were combined. Then the hunt starts when the item list is posted on the website. The items ranged from semi-normal things to weird things you could never picture yourself doing. </div>
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During the week I covered my little cousin in popcorn, was covered in melted ice cream, wore a boa and crazy glasses while picking up trash at a park, was dressed as a unicorn so that i could fart rainbows, put together a 100 piece puzzle with gloves on, I made Jared Padaleki's face out of clay and paper-mache, convinced a published sci-fi author to write us a short story, and helped a kitten to get adopted. </div>
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-89305915359461695862014-07-01T11:41:00.001-07:002015-02-19T17:32:13.369-08:00From Recruit to SailorMy summer started off running and hasn't stopped yet! At the very beginning of June my parents, my brother's girlfriend Kayla, and I all went up to Great Lakes, Illinois to see my brother, Patrick, graduate from boot camp. After not being able to see him for two months, you can imagine that we were all pretty excited! We drove 6 hours the day before and got up bright and early the day of his graduation. The ceremony was very cool, but also very long. If I remember correctly, there were about 5 divisions graduating and about 88 people in each division. So there were a bunch of sailors, all wearing the same thing, who all looked the same! Needless to say, it was very difficult to try and find one sailor among 440ish other sailors. Here is a picture to attempt to show you just how many sailors there were:<br />
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After graduation was over, we only got to see Patrick for a short while because there was still paperwork that needed to be filled out before he could spend time with us. So we twiddled our thumbs and spent a whole bunch of money on t-shirts, bumper stickers, sweatshirts, mugs, etc that said things like "Navy Mom," "Navy Dad," "Navy Girlfriend," "Navy Sister," "Proud Family of a Sailor," "United States Navy," and so on. And then when we finally got to see Patrick again that day we got to take pictures, get milk shakes, and talk. His flight plans had been changed, so we also got to see him the next day. </div>
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We were able to spend a lot more time with him than we had expected, but he ended up staying at Great Lakes after we left because of medical stuff. They did a blood test which showed he had low iron levels, so Patrick had to take iron pills and vitamin C for a month before he was allowed to fly out to South Carolina. Well, when they tested his blood again they told him he was healthy enough to fly! He is now safely in South Carolina and once orientation is over he will begin A school and then he will start nuclear school!</div>
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Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-59303238675815827042014-06-08T21:54:00.005-07:002014-06-08T21:54:54.015-07:00God: The Master Painter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I apologize for the huge gap between posts. There is never a dull moment in my crazy life!<br />
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I’d like to talk about how awesome our God is. Seriously. Do you ever just stop what you’re doing and stand there, amazed by God? I did! My family and I went on a vacation in the beginning of May and I literally had one of those moments. Our vacation was in Canaan Valley, West Virginia. It was incredible. Most people have probably never hear of Canaan Valley, I hadn’t! It’s pretty much in the middle of nowhere. But, in a way, that made our vacation that much better!<br />
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One of the catch phrases that I like to say is that God is the master painter. I love to paint, so it’s a great metaphor for me. While I was on vacation, that phrase too on a whole new meaning to me. It was just so incredibly beautiful that words cannot even begin to describe it. I was speechless at the thought that God had “painted” the beautiful mountains, trees, bushes, sky, waterfall, animals, and so much more. It was one of those “Aha” moments that I will never forget. Since I can’t quite describe just how beautiful it was, let me show you. Even though in person is even better than the pictures!<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
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While we were on vacation I was completely cut off from internet and cell phone service. No joke. We were that far out in the middle of nowhere that my phone didn't have a signal and there wasn't any wifi. Haha at first it was weird not texting my friends and checking my facebook every hour, but as the week went on, I didn't really care. It was kind of nice not being attached to my phone and I was able to just be there and in that moment. I didn't have any outside "interference" to pull me out of the state of wonder that I had found myself in. It was really cool. </div>
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It's been a long time since I was able to just look around me and just think "Wow, God!" I loved that feeling and it made me want to reach for that at home too. You don't need to go on vacation to see God's beauty surrounding you. He's always there, whether we see him or not. Sometimes we just need to open our eyes a little wider. That is my challenge to you, when life's got you down or you are struggling to see God's beauty, just open your eyes and your mind to the possibilities. God can work wonders in your life if you just give him a chance.</div>
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Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-79463463541855756052014-04-11T06:14:00.002-07:002014-04-11T06:14:31.323-07:00My Brother is off to the Navy!Yesterday I said goodbye to someone I've known my whole life. It wasn't a permanent goodbye; I'll see him again in 2 months, but it still feels like a long time that he won't be here. Some people may find it really odd how much his leaving has impacted me. We weren't exactly best friends most of the time. Patrick and I could fight about pretty much everything. Occasionally we could play nice together, but we never had that whole "loving brother and sister" relationship. We usually did our own thing and "occasionally," well, maybe more than occasionally, try to get each other in trouble.<br />
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Even last year we were still arguing and complete opposites of each other. We couldn't agree on anything! He thought church was dumb; I loved going to church. I didn't like the school we were at; he absolutely loved it there. He'd pick on me for being short; I'd pick on him for his big feet. We had a lot of silly little arguments and we'd both make snide comments that didn't really mean. It seemed like all we could do was tear each other down. We also had big fights to the point that I wanted him to leave home.<br />
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Throughout his senior year, he spent a lot of his time trying to get all his paperwork and stuff sorted out so that he could join the navy after graduation. But, there were things he had to do before he could enlist and it took forever! For those not familiar with the way the military works, everything has to be absolutely perfect and if one thing is not "perfect" then it takes months and months to "correct it." That was the case with my brother. He went up to Columbus to get his military physical and all that stuff and there was a spot on his back. So they sent him home and said he had to get rid of the spot before he could enlist. Seems reasonable, right? Not exactly, the military likes paperwork and there wasn't any official paperwork for what the doctor did to get rid of the spot. So that caused issues that took forever to get sorted out. Also, when he was up in Columbus somehow his birth certificate was misplaced and he couldn't do anything until either he found his original birth certificate or sent for a new one from Virginia. So as you can probably guess, Patrick was extremely stressed out during this time. The more frustrated he got the more we argued and the worse our relationship became. <br />
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Eventually everything was sorted out and he was told what month he would be shipping out for boot camp. It was summer, so April felt like forever away. At first we kind of just went on like we had been. But, as Patrick's ship date got closer and closer we became closer and closer. About 2 months ago we became pretty good friends as well as good siblings to each other. That's probably when it started hitting home for me. This kid that I grew up with, who had always been there (even when he was the last person I wanted to see) was going to leave and he wouldn't be coming back to stay. I really couldn't imagine home without him.<br />
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Now that I look back on our relationship over the years, I see how silly our arguments really were. I don't understand why we argued, we just did. There's a million "what if's." What if we had been closer? What if we had been nicer to each other? The list goes on and on, but it doesn't change anything. I do wish that Patrick and I could have had a better relationship, but I am glad that we were able to bond before he left. There was a point in my life where I would be more likely to say "who? No, I don't know that kid. We're not related." But now I am proud to say "Look! That's my big brother!" <br />
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I understand that saying of "you don't know what you have until it's gone." I had an awesome big brother and I didn't realize it. (He also had a pretty awesome little sister!) Now he's gone and I miss him more than I ever thought I would. Guess the important thing is that he is doing what he's wanted to do since we were little. He's always wanted to join the Navy like my dad and now he's done it!<br />
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Please keep my brother in your prayers! He's going to need it!<br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-70146131978188468452014-03-23T12:22:00.002-07:002014-03-23T12:23:39.453-07:00Struggling with your lenten promise?So, we're about halfway through lent, now and it's about that time that either the lenten promise starts to get easier and become routine or you realize that you're not doing so great on you lenten promise. I'll have to say I'm both. I chose to give up nutella for lent (I could literally live off of that stuff!) haha It seems like a funny thing to give up but I knew it would be hard for me personally. I also chose to DO something. Lent is not just about giving something up. You can also do something. Last year every morning I woke up and first thing I did was kiss the floor and say a prayer for humility (kind of the same idea as Jesus washing the feet of the disciples.) This year I felt like I wanted to do that again, but it's been hard for me. I have a hard time remembering to do it! So, as soon as I remember I just drop to the ground.<br />
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It seems silly to me personally that I'm having such a hard time this year! Lent was a very special time for me last year and I grew in my devotion to God. Guess I should have kept kissing the floor even after lent, though! I'm am sad to say that I have been lazy. When we are in consolation it is so easy to say "yes, Lord! I will thank You for everything!" But when we are in desolation and we don't feel Him it is so much more difficult. It that state of consolation we see God in the beauty of everything. He is in the person holding the door for us or He is the rain that waters the plants; He is in the sunshine that brightens our day or we see him in a teacher or peer. Consolation helps us to be inspired by our surroundings and we are able to look outward. In desolation it is much more difficult to see things that way. Even though God is still there, we look negatively inward and we feel like giving up. We know deep down that God is with us, but He is not flashing in front of our nose like a billboard sign. We may feel drained and lonely.<br />
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So what do we do when it is so hard to pray and we really don't feel like getting out of bed to kiss the floor? Be honest. Tell God that you're struggling. It doesn't have to be in the form of a novena or some formal prayer. Just talk to him. When you find yourself struggling, reach for His hand and ask for his guidance. You may feel like you're talking to yourself, but I can promise you the He is listening. Also, seek guidance in those around you. Talk things out with a friend or just spend time with them instead of being alone. Spending a bunch of time alone is when most people are at their worst. It is easy to think about the past and say "well I should have done ____" or "why didn't he/she do ___" or even "Why, God, didn't you help me?" It is so easy to place blame or focus on regret. It is important to not dwell on those things. They happened, but they are in the past: time to move on.<br />
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Yet, we're all human, we make mistakes. I forget to pray sometimes, but I can't let that stop me. Admit it and say "oops" and then fix it. I can't tell you how many times I've said "oops! Forgot to kiss the floor! Guess now is better than never." God understands. Don't beat yourself up over it. Whatever you are struggling with, give it to God. <br />
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I'd like to talk about being an assistant coach. I'm still in highschool, so I don't have a child and I'm not old enough to be a head coach. I love volleyball and I would spend 24/7 playing and practicing drills if I could. So I asked if I could help out at the catholic grade school I went to. So, since November, I have been assistant coaching the 3rd grade and 4th grade teams. It's amazing! I love being able to help them learn the sport (the 3rd graders are just now starting to learn the skills. It's their first year. And for the fourth graders, they started playing games against other teams and are improving on their previous skills.)</div>
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It really is an incredible experience to be able to be someone these kids can look up to and who can relate with them in a different way than an adult can. The one little girl on the 3rd grade team likes to wave at me whenever she sees me at church and she is glued to my side at practice. Another girl on the 4th grade team likes for me to help her on her serve rather than her mom (who is one of the other coaches.) It's fun being someone they can talk to. It makes me feel like I'm making a difference. </div>
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I'm sure every one of us has heard the whole "I'm not your friend. I'm your [coach, mom, dad, teacher, etc.]." Well, where I'm standing, I can almost do both. With the 3rd graders I am their friend more than I am their coach. If they don't understand something, or they aren't doing something correctly, I am able to show them and it doesn't embarrass them as much as if their parent or a coach called them out. It is a unique position and I love it! With the fourth grade I typically have to be a little more stern because they're at the age of "I know better than you," but they tend to listen to me because I'm closer to their level. I'm only 6-8 years older than them, depending on the kid. Our one coach is more than 7 times their age and the other two coaches are parents of kids. So we each have a different perspective. I am in a position to be able to help them in a different way than the two coaches that are parent who are able to help coach in a different way than the other coach who is able to help them in yet another way.</div>
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When I signed up to be a coach, I didn't realize how much I would be a role-model to these girls on and off the court. On the court I have authority, yet I can be a friend to them. But I'm still a role-model. They look to me for advice and I show them the correct way to do something. For example, one key thing in volleyball is to stay low and keep your knees bent. I've lost count of how many times I say "down" or "bend your knees" or "down and ready, girls" in just one practice. But if I'm telling them to get down and STAY down then when I scrimmage against them or when I demonstrate for them, then I have to be down too, even when it's not necessary, because it gets the point across and I am being an example. Do as I say, not as I do? NO! Do as I say and as I do. THAT is how they will learn.</div>
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I also didn't realize how much of a role-model I would be off the court. Most of the girls I had never met before I started coaching. Well, now it's like I see them everywhere I go! I see a lot of them in church and they'll wave at me or give me that look like "whoa! you're hair isn't permanently in a braid!?" haha So they see me dressed up, but still being modest. I've also seen them at the store or at their school (I occasionally go in and say hi to my past teachers or help out in the library). It's fun seeing them and seeing their faces light up with that "hey! I know you!" look on their faces. </div>
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I guess where I'm going with this blog post is that anyone can be a role-model. I'm still in high school and I can be a role model. The two women that I'm coaching with are parents and they're role-models. The man that I'm also coaching with is much much older than them and he is a role-model to them. EVERYONE is a role-model. You don't have to be a coach, parent, teacher, etc. to be a role-model. Look at Jesus, he was born in a barn, in a manger that they put the animals' food in, he was the son of a wood carver. Yet look at what a role-model he was. Yes, I realize Jesus was God, but He was also human. Fully God and fully human. I'm sure he got nervous too, standing in front of all those people eagerly listening to him. But I'm not saying that you should go stand up in front of your whole church and give your whole life story. No. I'm just saying to be a good example to those around you and be someone they can look up to.</div>
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Recently, I started watching Doctor Who. There was a quote on an episode that I find extremely funny, but also thought provoking.<br />
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"Ricky, let me show you something about the human race. You put a mysterious blue box slap-bang in the middle of town, what do they do? Walk past it."<br />
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Now, as amusing as that quote is, it's got a point. People can be extremely oblivious to important details. I had seen a show on Tv about how mind tricks work and why they work. In the one example, a man went into store and he talked to a random guy he met. During the conversation the man that was randomly selected was purposely distracted maybe 6 or so times and each time he was distracted the other man would change something about his appearance. He started out with a neck brace, a red shirt, a hat, an eye patch, and a jacket. In the end he had a black shirt, no neck brace, a different hat, the eye patch was moved to the other eye, and no jacket. Sadly, the random guy that was picked to do this didn't even notice. Now what does that say about how oblivious humans can be?<br />
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As humans we tend to not notice little things, yet we seek out the big things. But that's not how God works. God doesn't just come down from heaven and say to me "ok, Rachel, here's what I want you to do: you're going to marry this guy, you're going to go to this college for this career and you will never have a struggle ever again." Ha! Wouldn't that be nice? Too bad<br />
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As a friend of mine once said, signs from God are like getting toothpicks thrown at you, they may not seem big and important at the time, but later on, when you look down at the toothpicks, they'll spell out what God was trying to show/tell you.<br />
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Look for God in the small things that you might normally take for granted. For me, nature is a huge reminder of God's presence. To know that He created everything and that it is all so beautiful. Have you ever heard the quote "what if you woke up and all you had left was what you remembered to thank God for"? How many of us would be left without anything?<br />
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Remember, God doesn't want us seeking out miracles to base our faith on. "Blessed are those who have not seen and still believe."<br />
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During a struggle it is easy to be upset with God and to feel like He left you, but looking back on those struggles, we realize that He was there the whole time. Look for the toothpicks! Don't get all down because God doesn't come down to earth and resolve your problem! Look for Him in the little things, He's there, you just have to keep your eyes open!<br />
<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-21543582883581380522013-09-10T05:22:00.003-07:002013-10-21T11:13:46.850-07:00Are you a Catholic or a Christian?I hate when people ask me that! I hope to clear up any confusion with this post.<br />
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This past Sunday, I was at youth group and it was our first one for the school year and we were playing trainwreck as a "get to know you" game. Trainwreck is a game where everyone sits in a circle and there are enough chairs for everyone except for one person. That person that ends up without a chair stands in the middle of the circle and says something like, "If you go to highschool" or "If you have brown hair," something like that, and whoever has that, does that, or has done that gets up and has to change seats. Or if someone says, "Trainwreck!" then everybody has to get up and move.<br />
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Well, while we were playing, the siblings were trying to get each other in the middle of the circle. One sibling's brother was named Christian so he said "If your name is Christian" so Christian had to get up. Well, Christian's response was "If you ARE a Christian" (Now remember this is a Catholic youth group--Everyone should have gotten up). Some people did not get up and their response was "well, I wasn't sure if being Catholic we weren't Christians"...<br />
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<b><i>Do you believe in God the Father, Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth?</i></b><br />
<b><u>Do you believe in Jesus Christ</u><i>, his only begotten Son, our Lord: who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary: suffered under Pontius Pilate; was crucified, dead and buried: He descended into hell: on the third day he rose again from the dead: He ascended into heaven, and sits at the right hand of God the Father Almighty: From thence he shall come to judge the living and the dead: </i></b><b><i>Do you believe in the Holy Spirit? </i></b><b><i>Do you believe in the Holy Catholic Church: the communion of saints: the forgiveness of sins: the resurrection of the body: and the life everlasting?</i></b><br />
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Thank you for listening, this has been a rant from Yours Truly! If there is still any confusion, please comment or message me.<br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-56909503299272269372013-08-11T19:11:00.001-07:002013-08-11T19:14:37.909-07:00What Does That Make Me?While I was on our mission trip, we would have worship every morning and night. There would be music and prayer. One song we sang was Everything Glorious, by David Crowder. This song has been stuck in my head ever since mission trip! Haha which, I'm not complaining. It's a good song! :)<br />
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There is one part in the song where he is singing to God and says "You make everything glorious and I am yours. What does that make me?"<br />
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It really got me thinking. In the creation story God made the earth and the trees and everything and He said it was good but when He made man and woman He said it was <b style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;">very </b>good. A lot of times it is easy to get caught up in what we think are flaws and what other people tell us are flaws. Good doesn't make mistakes! He made you exactly how He wanted you to be.<br />
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My youth minister described it as Good walking around a room with file cabinets labeled hair color, height, eye color, skin tone, personality, etc. and God would go to each drawer and piece by piece design us in His image and when He is done he will smile and say "my child, you are very good."<br />
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I know that when you are being made fun of it is a lot harder to remember that. Believe me, I know. As Bob and Larry would say "God made you special and He loves you very much!" (VeggieTales) Whenever someone says something that is hurtful or points out something they consider to be a flaw, remember that God made you exactly how He wanted you to be. Think of good things. Things that make you feel good about yourself. For me, I love my eyes, I think they're really pretty. So when someone says they don't like the way I look, I remember that God blessed me with pretty eyes. Sounds silly, but it helps to me go on. Remember to thank God for everything, even your flaws.<br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-24167791183063749962013-07-31T20:37:00.001-07:002013-07-31T20:45:34.558-07:00The hands and feet of Jesus<br />
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I came across this quote again a little while back. People often say "Let Christ shine through you," most of us when we hear that think "don't do this, don't do that, be a good little Christian, What would Jesus do?, etc." And most of us cut off after "don't do..." cause nobody likes to be told not to do something or being told what to do in general.<br />
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About a week ago I was on a mission trip in Hastings, Michigan. Before my group left, we had our hands and feet blessed with holy water and were told to be the hands and feet of Jesus. While we were there, it was powerful how much of an impact our actions made on the town and on the residents whose homes we were repairing.<br />
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I was working on a home with six other people and we scraped and repainted a house. Our resident and her family were so grateful and it was so great to be able to help them! This was my 3rd mission trip, but I will never get tired of seeing the smiles that come from sharing God's love. :) It is is so great to know that you're making an impact on someone's life and the you are able to share God in the process. :)<br />
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God bless you all! Never be afraid to show Jesus to someone. You never know who may need Him right at that moment<3Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-51407895289110717632013-07-08T07:27:00.001-07:002013-07-08T07:29:48.468-07:00Steubie Changed my life once againHi everyone. :) I hope your summer has been going well. Mine has been pretty crazy so far! The last weekend in June, my youth group and I went to a Steubenville Youth Conference, it was AWESOME!!! It's pretty awesome seeing 2,300 teens praising the Lord with all their hearts! there's just so much passion and love and faith in the air that you just wanna sing! Praise and worship is absolutely incredible! I love the music they play and the energy is just amazing! Our speakers this year were really great too! Father Dave Pivonka, Deacon Ralph Poyo, Sarah Swafford, Bob Rice, Chris Padgett and the Awesome LEAD people who gave their witness. Fr. Dave talked about how Jesus comes to Us, He died on that cross for Us, that Jesus loves Us. Deacon Ralph talked about our chains that weigh us down and keep us from God and how confession takes away those chains, that there is healing in God. Sarah Swafford talked about the crowds on Palm Sunday that shouted "Hosanna!" were the same crowd that shouted "Barabbas" on Good Friday and that during the conference, it's like Palm Sunday, are we going to go with the crowd or against it after the conference? One of the LEAD witnesses I really remember and really hit me was by a guy name Daniel. Daniel talked about how he'd never really felt anything during prayer and so he prayed about it and the number 100 came to him. He realized that God wanted him to give 100% in prayer, not 99.9%, but 100%. His witness really spoke to me and really inspired me to work harder to give God my 100%.<br />
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During the conference we also spent a lot of time in adoration. Adoration is my favorite way to pray because Jesus is right there, physically in front of us! It's a very powerful experience. <br />
Every time I spend time in Adoration, something in me changes. On Saturday night, The priest (Fr. Dave) brought the monstrance around the field house. He brought Jesus up every isle. It is absolutely amazing, you can literally feel His presence! During that time I did some major praying and contemplating. Lately my prayer life has been, well, pitiful. I lacked the devotion I felt empty and I was upset. Ever since I left Steubenville, I've wanted to fix my prayer life, or, more like create a prayer life. I decided to do that by opening The book, The Bible. I just kinda opened it, letting God turn the pages for me, And I found this: Psalm 13:1-6<br />
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<span class="verse v2" data-usfm="PSA.13.2"><span class="content">and have sorrow in my heart all the day?</span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.13.3"><span class="content"> light up my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death,</span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.13.3"><span class="content"> </span></span><span class="verse v4" data-usfm="PSA.13.4"><span class="label"></span><span class="content">lest my enemy say, “I have prevailed over him,”</span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v4" data-usfm="PSA.13.4"><span class="content">lest my foes rejoice because I am shaken.</span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v5" data-usfm="PSA.13.5"><span class="content">But I have trusted in your steadfast love;</span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v5" data-usfm="PSA.13.5"><span class="content">my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.</span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v5" data-usfm="PSA.13.5"><span class="content"> </span></span><span class="verse v6" data-usfm="PSA.13.6"><span class="label"></span><span class="content">I will sing to the </span><span class="nd"><span class="content">Lord</span></span><span class="content">,</span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v6" data-usfm="PSA.13.6"><span class="content">God is good! He took how I had been feeling and was able to give me peace. I'm not perfect, I make mistakes, but He's still there, walking me through the day, step by step. </span></span></div>
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-21825053361224206682013-05-24T09:03:00.003-07:002013-05-24T09:03:56.736-07:00Summer is almost here!
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">I know I'm excited. A lot of times school and work just seems to jumble together and we feel like we just need a break. During the school year we tend to feel like school is our life, it takes up the majority of our time and then we have to study, or do homework, or work, or do our chores, etc. There's always something.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">And then, as summer rolls around the corner we're thinking "hmm, finally! a break! Time to relax!" am I right?</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">So then the first couple weeks of summer we're all kinda lazy and don't really do much. You know the routine, hang out at home, order some pizza, kick your feet up, watch a couple movies, read a book. Sounds good, right? </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">Let's face it. If all you're doing is lying around the house, you're likely to get bored. I know I do.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">How about put you open schedule toward something? See where I'm going with this? No point in slouching around the house boring yourself to death! Get out and enjoy yourself! Spend some quality time with family and friends. See where God is calling you to! I'm not saying that you should move to Africa and give all you own to the poor (Unless, of course, God is calling you to that. Then by all means follow your Father to where ever He leads you!)! My point is, make a difference with the life God gave you. If you are stuck inside, say you don't have a ride or everybody's busy. The best thing to do is to spend some of that free time in prayer. Say a rosary. Pray for those you love. Discern God's vocation for you. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">This summer my youth group is going on a mission trip in Michigan. In the past we've gone to the Carolinas, Texas, our own home town, and a couple other places, never out of the country. Most people, when they think of missionary work they think of the people who go to Haiti, Africa, the Philippians, etc. That's awesome that people do that! I actually have a friend who did that (funny thing is I met her at a mission trip in North Carolina). But, where I'm going with this is that you can be a missionary in your own home town, in your day to day life. Christ can work through you no matter where you are; He could be working through you right now!</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">It's the simple things that often make the biggest difference. My first mission trip My crew was painting for an elderly woman. She had lung problems, she was paralyzed from the waist down, her daughter had heart troubles but on top of all that she was the sweetest person. It meant so much for her that we were painting and making her house look pretty. She enjoyed the company and she loved being able to talk to us. There were 6 people in my crew so we would rotate who did what. One person would spend time talking with our resident and keeping her company while the other 5 painted. On one of the last days, while I was talking to her she told me that us spending time with her and talking with her meant so much more than the painting did and that she really enjoyed that we offered to pray with her.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">Always remember that no matter how small an action seems, you could be being Jesus to someone. As my youth minister likes to say, "Be Jesus with skin on!" basically, be Jesus to others, you never know who's going to need Him more in that moment.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lately, everything has been kinda crazy. Between everything that's going on in the world and at home, sometimes it feels like you don't have time to do anything! The other day My schedule was just packed yet I could not concentrate at all. I do online school, so not being able to concentrate is BAD! I sat at my computer, staring at the screen and then a thought occured to me. Doesn't the bible say something about placing our cares in His hands? ;P of course! <b>John 14:1 </b>says<i>"Don't let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in me."</i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So that's what I did! I went over and sat on my bed and prayed for Jesus to calm my fears and take my worry. I have a chaplet to St. Padre Pio (He's awesome!) and at the beginning of each set you can add in your petition. After I had finished my chaplet I sat there in silence because first of all, it's hard to hear God if we never hush and second, ending prayers with quiet time is really peaceful to me. Giving everything to God is not easy, believe me, I struggle with that a lot. I tend to be a control freak, so the thought of giving my problems to someone else to handle kinda freaks me out. But when we place total trust in God, we will know true peace.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Saying "I got this" <b>without</b> God is like saying "I can eat this tomato soup with a fork! It's all good!" When in reality, your soup will slip through your fork, you will get a minuscule amount actually to your mouth and it will take you a million-bazillion years to get even close to the bottom of the bowl and you will never be able to get that last little bit at the bottom. But if you say, "Lord, I can't do this by myself. Help me." It'd be like Him saying, "here, have a spoon!" and He'd be there with you.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes, I know, I'm weird. But think about it. God is the key to our problems. God doesn't give you an impossible task, without Him it is impossible, but with Him you can move mountains (Matthew 17:20 "...if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.”)</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Then the angel spoke, addressing the women: 'Do not be frightened. I know you are looking for Jesus the crucified, but He is not here. He has been raised, exactly as He promised.'" (Matthew 28:5-6)</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">The First Station: Jesus is condemned to death</span></h4>
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"When Jesus came out wearing the crown of thorns and the purple cloak, Pilate said to the, 'look at the man.'" (John 19:5)</div>
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"When they had finished mocking Him, they stripped Him of the purple, dressed him in His own clothes and led Him out to crucify Him." (Mark 15:20)</div>
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"He advanced a little and fell to the ground, praying that if it were possible this hour might pass Him by. He kept saying, 'Father, you have the power to do all things. Take this cup away from me. But, let it be as You would have it, not as I'" (Mark 14: 35-36)</div>
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<span style="color: red;">The Fourth Station: Jesus meets His mother Mary</span></h4>
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"When Jesus saw His mother and the disciple whom He loved, He said to His mother, 'Woman, behold your son.' Then He said to the disciple, 'Behold your mother.' And from that hour onward the disciple took her into his home." (John 19: 26-27)</div>
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<span style="color: red;">The Fifth Station: Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus carry the cross</span></h4>
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"As they led Him away, they laid hold of one Simon of Cyrene who was coming in from the fields. They put a crossbeam on Simon's shoulder for him to carry along behind Jesus." (Luke 23:26)</div>
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<span style="color: red;">the Sixth Station: Veronica wipes the face of Jesus</span></h4>
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"Then the just will ask Him and say, 'Lord when did we see you hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? When did we see You a stranger and welcome You or clothe You in Your nakedness?' The king will answer them, 'I solemnly assure you, whatever you did for the least of My brothers and sisters, you did for Me.'" (Matthew 25:37-40)</div>
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<span style="color: white;">"It was our infirmities that he bore, our sufferings that He endured. He was pierced for our offenses, crushed for our sins. Upon Him was the chastisement that make us whole, and by His stripes we are healed." (Matthew 25:37-40)</span></div>
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"A great crowd followed Him, including women who beat their breasts and lamented over Him. Jesus turned to them and said: 'Do not weep for me. Weep for yourselves and for your children'" (Luke 23:27-28)</div>
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Jesus said, "the hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. I solemnly assure you, unless the grain of wheat falls to the earth and dies, it remains just a grain of wheat. But if it dies, it produces much fruit." (John 12:23-24)</div>
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"Then they crucified him and divided up His garments by rolling dice for them to see what each should take." (Mark 15:24)</div>
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"When they came to the place of the Skull, they crucified Jesus there and the criminals as well, one on His right and the other on His left. Then Jesus said, 'Father, forgive them, they know not what they do'" (Luke 23:33-34)</div>
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"It was around midday, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. Then the veil of the Temple was torn in two. Jesus uttered a loud cry and said, "Father, into Your hands I commend my spirit.' After He said this He expired."</div>
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"Afterward, Joseph of Arimathea, secretly a disciple of Jesus for fear of the Jews, asked Pilate if he could remove Jesus the body of Jesus. And Pilate permitted it, so they came and took the body away." (John 19:38)</div>
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We adore You oh Christ and we praise You,</div>
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"Taking the body, Joseph wrapped it in clean linen and laid it in his own new tomb which had been hewn from a formation of rock. Then he rolled a huge stone across the entrance to the tomb and went away." (Matthew 27: 59-60)</div>
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Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-37983999331993169172013-03-19T18:18:00.002-07:002013-04-25T05:27:31.479-07:00Integrity, Courage, LoveThis is such a beautiful quote by Blessed Mother Teresa. I've always loved it and I hope you like it too! :)<br />
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If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. </blockquote>
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If you are successful, you will winsome false friends and some true enemies.</blockquote>
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Succeed anyway.</blockquote>
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Build anyway.</blockquote>
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Be happy anyway.</blockquote>
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Do good anyway.</blockquote>
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Give the world the best you have , and it may never be enough.</blockquote>
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Give the world the best you've got anyway.</blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">God Bless You!</span> <3Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-44831320166224044762013-03-07T14:15:00.000-08:002013-04-25T05:27:48.122-07:00Ah, public speaking...gotta love it!<br />
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scares us. No matter what we do, we just can’t conquer that fear. For some of
us, maybe it’s a spider, for others, maybe heights; maybe it’s of small places,
or getting lost. But no matter what we’ve tried, that fear still grips our
mind. You see, our problem is, we try to handle stuff on our own instead of
offering it up to God. But God doesn’t leave us to fend for ourselves; He will
carry us through our struggles and give us strength to mount up on wings like
eagles, to run and not grow weary, to walk and not faint. (Isaiah 40:31) <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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[1:9] we are told to “</span><span style="font-family: Corbel;">be strong and
courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the <span class="sc">Lord</span> your God is with you wherever you go.” </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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speaking in front of people, which is funny because I wish I could be a
catholic speaker (ironic, right?) I know I dream big, but hey, “I can do all
things through Christ who gives me strength!” (Phil. 4:13) I have wanted to
conquer this fear for forever now! I’ve tried reading more in the class room
(yes, I’m even scared to read in front of my classes at school) I’ve helped out
more with my youth group and reading and speaking in front of them, but every
time I get up there and I see everyone looking at me, I start shaking and my
voice gets really quiet and I stutter and it’s just not a pretty sight. I’ve
gotten better, but I’m still nervous. I even get nervous practicing before I go
up in front of people!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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the school year, I had made a video for my youth group on adoration (sorry I
can’t post the video online) and we played it at youth group right before our
first adoration of the school year. (Movie making is just one of my hobbies and
I’ve gotten pretty good at it, if I do say so myself) My priest, who knows how
much adoration means to me, was in the church when we played the video and he
gave me thumbs up as he was watching it. After adoration was over, I went back
to tell him thank you and he told me that he really enjoyed the video and asked
if I would be willing to share it at the other church that he is pastor for. Of
course I said yes! I was so excited that Father approved of my video and liked
it enough to share it with the other church that I didn’t realize what he was
asking me at first. Then he asked me if I would do a presentation on the
Eucharist along with the video… Ah public speaking, such a wonderful thing… <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“</span><span style="font-family: Corbel;">Have no anxiety at all, but in everything by prayer
and supplication with thanksgiving make your requests be made known to God.”
(Phil. 4:6) This is the bible verse that popped into my head when Father asked
me if I would give a talk…and I said yes. So, for the past couple months I have
been editing my witness to surround the Eucharist.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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post, I decided to look up bible verses on fear and I found one I really like
and I hope you like it too. It’s from the letter to the Hebrews [13:6] “we can
confidently say, ‘the Lord is my helper; I will not fear; what can man do to
me?’” how true!? So often we worry about what other people think of us, “but in
the end, it was never between you and them, it was between you and God.”
(Mother Teresa) <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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trust in you. In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I shall not be
afraid. What can flesh do to me?” (Psalm 56:3-4)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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something that scares you, remember that nothing is impossible for God (Luke
1:37)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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is my light and my salvation; <b>whom shall I fear</b>? The <span class="sc">Lord</span>
is the stronghold of my life; <b>of whom shall I be afraid</b>? When evildoers assail
me to eat up my flesh, my adversaries and foes, it is they who stumble and
fall. Though an army encamp against me, <b>my heart shall not fear</b>; though war
arise against me, yet <b>I will be confident</b>. One thing have I asked of the <span class="sc">Lord</span>, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of
the <span class="sc">Lord</span> all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty
of the <span class="sc">Lord</span> and to inquire in his temple. For he will
hide me in his shelter in the day of trouble; he will conceal me under the
cover of his tent; he will lift me high upon a rock. ...” (Psalm 27: 1-14)</span></span></div>
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Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-47703267261197629522013-01-09T16:14:00.000-08:002013-01-10T15:00:11.649-08:00To all the girls out there...I know, every girl out there has looked in a mirror and wondered, "Am I Beautiful?"<br />
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Let me just say, that is one thing I have struggled with ever since I was little. I never felt beautiful and certainly didn't think others thought so. This is a problem most girls face.<br />
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Beauty is something that is much deeper than a lot of people realize. Ever heard of people having "inner beauty?" To me, inner beauty is what makes up a person. Our inner beauty consists of our love for God, how we treat people, our thoughts and actions, and basically who we are as a person. Outer beauty, isn't neccessarily what makes a person beautiful; Make up doesn't make someone a better person...<br />
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There's a song by Johnny Diaz that has really spoken to me, it's called <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGZkrn_vaqU" target="_blank">More Beautiful You</a> (you can click the link to listen to the song) <br />
Basically, in this song he is talking to a girl who tries to fit into the world's deffinition of "perfect" and she is weighed down by the pain.<br />
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"Well, little girl twenty one you never thought that this would come<br />
You starve yourself to play the part<br />
But I can promise you there's a man whose love is true<br />
And He'll treat you like the jewel you are<br />
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There could never be a more beautiful you<br />
Don't buy the lies, disguises and hoops, they make you jump through<br />
You were made to fill a purpose that only you could do<br />
So there could never be a more beautiful you, more beautiful you"</div>
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I can't say that I don't let society get to me. </div>
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I can't say that I don't see the scars of past regret. </div>
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I can't say that I always see myself as beautiful... </div>
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What I can say is that I'm not alone. And neither is any girl out there. To all the girls who have been called ugly, or feel ugly, you are not alone and you are NOT ugly! To all the girls who feel useless, you are not alone and you are NOT useless! To all the girls who feel like no one loves them, you are not alone, and YOU ARE LOVED! You are loved by the One who made you, The One who loved you enough to die on a cross, for You! For all the girls out there, who feel worthless, pointless, stupid, unloved, ugly...tell Satan to get out of your head! You are GOOD, BEAUTIFUL, and BELOVED <3 God made you and He loves you so much!<br />
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Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08049641763519936612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236653386814776860.post-84294064039308202842012-12-20T16:12:00.001-08:002013-04-25T05:30:58.683-07:00Red Envelope Project Against AbortionI did not come up with this idea, but my friend shared this event with me on facebook. Here is the link: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/551725081507644/?ref=2#!/events/551725081507644/">https://www.facebook.com/events/551725081507644/?ref=2#!/events/551725081507644/</a><br />
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<span itemprop="description"><span class="fsl">Get a red envelope and address it to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue Washington D.C. and send it between Christmas & Valentines Day! Put a small letter inside saying “In memory of an aborted baby.” Also send to your state Senators and Representatives! Invite all your friends!<br /> <br /> Here is the link to find your congressman: <a href="http://www.house.gov/representatives/find/" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.house.gov/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>representatives/find/</a><br /> <br /> Here is the link to find your senator: <a href="http://www.senate.gov/pagelayout/senators/f_two_sections_with_teasers/states.htm" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.senate.gov/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>pagelayout/senators/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>f_two_sections_with_teasers<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>/states.htm</a> </span></span><br />
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