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~ patroness of the unborn, please pray for us
The human soul is precious and delicate. It came forth from the divine lips as a most gentle breath; it is cleansed and rendered beautiful with the divine blood of Jesus; and it is destined to be united with God Himself to participate in the life and in the ineffable mystery of the Most Blessed Trinity.Such an exquisite jewel must be handled with consummate delicacy. That is how God treats it, and that is how we should treat it. What an atmosphere of purity of mind, of peace, and of delicacy ought to surround a soul for it to achieve it's sanctification!The soul is a delicate thing: a reflection of God, a breath of the Most High. Let it be treated as it deserves.
"When I think of all the things that would have never been if you had never been . . . I celebrate the day you were born." ~ Flavia
Today is Mother’s Day and my thoughts are with the four women that have made me a mother. My gratitude goes beyond words. I look at my children and think about how much they’ve brought to my life; how I get to do exactly what I want to do each day because they live with me; how there is no one that I would rather be with; how much I love them; and I can’t help but love their birthmothers.
It’s extraordinary to have these feelings about people I don’t really know. Although, it’s probably not any more extraordinary than the feelings I’ve had when our children were handed to me for the first time … disbelief, a little bit of shock, unbelievable gratitude, immediate love. I’m not sure that my feelings are any different from the feelings of mothers who give birth. The only difference is that I have these feelings because the mother that’s given birth has given me the reason for them.
Today is Mother’s Day and there is so much I want "our" birthmothers to know. I want them to know that there is never a day that goes by that I don’t thank God for these children. I want them to know that they are healthy. I want them to know that they are really, really good. I want them to know that they love each other so much.
I want to say that, “I love your child as much as you hoped I would. They know that they ‘grew in your tummy’ and they pray for you often, but especially on your birthday.”
Today is Mother’s Day and I want to be able to share my motherly happiness with the four mothers that have made me a mother. I never take for granted the 9 months that they mothered my children. They may be in my care for a longer period of time, but my time would never have been possible without theirs. I wish I could share some of the joy. My greatest hope is that they have peace about where their babies are.
I have peace about where my babies came from. I’ve had sadness that they didn’t grow inside of me, that I wasn’t able to give birth to them. Then I remember that if they had they wouldn’t be exactly who they are and I wouldn’t change that for anything. I like to imagine that if their birthmothers met them today that they would like their child, that they would be proud of their child and that they wouldn’t change anything.
Today is Mother’s Day, and really … it’s not any different than any other day.
From the moment of conception, every human embryo embarks on an incredible nine month journey of development. Now, cutting-edge technology makes it possible for us to open a window into the hidden world of the fetus and explore each trimester in amazing new detail. Revolutionary 3-D and 4-D ultrasound imagery sheds light on the delicate, dark world of a fetus as never before and follows a rare fetoscope operation, performed in utero with the hope of correcting life threatening complications before birth.
We can offer our sleep to Our Lord in union with His sleep during His life on Earth. Bear in mind that every action united to the acts of Our Lord has an indescribable value. Priests, before beginning to pray their Office, unite it with the prayer of Jesus when on Earth.We can offer every breath we draw, every beat of our hearts during the night as so many acts of love for God. Thousands of acts of love every night!~ Fr. Paul O'Sullivan, O.P.
I oppose the administration's desire to rescind the 'conscience rule'. One person's Constitutional Right to practice religion, in every aspect of life, should not be superseded by another person's right to choose any health care procedure.
If pro-choice advocates are right about their majority in society, then there will be plenty of health care workers to perform these procedures. Any effort to force a procedure on a health care worker seems to go against the whole notion of CHOICE.
Insinuating that reproductive choices, or access to them, will be effected by the 'conscience rule' is a deceptive way to take away our Freedom of Religion.
Splinters From The Cross+Little headaches, little heartachesLittle griefs of every day.Little trials and vexations,How they throng around our way!One great cross, immense and heavy,So it seems to our weak will,Might be borne with resignation,But these many small ones kill,Yet all life is formed of small things,Little leaves, make up the trees,Many tiny drops of waterBlending, make the mighty seas.Let us not then by impatienceMar the beauty of the whole,But for love of Jesus bear allAsking Him for grace sufficientTo sustain us through each loss,And to treasure each small offeringAs a splinter from His Cross.
Mother, oh Mother,
come shake out your cloth,
empty the dustpan,
poison the moth,
hang out the washing
and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house
is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery,
blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little
Boy Blue (lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done
and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing
will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up,
as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs.
Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
~Author Unknown ~
When people see your Precious Feet pin you have the opportunity to share about the humanity of the unborn. At 10 weeks an unborn baby is perfectly formed - right down to the toes! All that is needed is time to grow. The unborn cannot speak for themselves. You speak for them by wearing your Precious Feet.
Jesus, Mary, Joseph,
I love you very much;
I beg you to spare the life
of the unborn child that
I have spiritually adopted,
and who is in danger
of being aborted.
Your cruellest pain is when you think of allThe honied treasure of your bodies spentAnd no new life to show. O, then you feelHow people lift their hands against themselves,And taste the bitterest of the punishmentOf those whom pleasure isolates. SometimesWhen darkness, silence, and the sleeping worldGive vision scope, you lie awake and seeThe pale sad faces of the little onesWho should have been your children, as they pressTheir cheeks against your windows, looking inWith piteous wonder, homeless, famished babes,Denied your wombs and bosoms.