ThirstyFountains

"What's your heart telling you to do?" Said Jamie. "I don't know," Landon admitted. "Maybe, you're trying too hard to hear it.”  ― Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember .  .  .  .  .            We should try to differentiate what the heart says vs the mind. Some psychologists today say to take into account the risk factors and act with the mind, not the heart. They continue to relay that in certain situations one may act with the heart and regret it later on, once all of the consequences reveal themselves. However, I dare to counter-argue that.       Wait one moment. I am not saying that all people should act with only the heart at all times. What I am saying is that the heart must act in accord with the mind. Most of the time, there needs to be a balance of the heart and the mind, the desires and the reasons, the wishes and the effects. Sometimes, though, a  Leap of Faith  is requi...

Today starts the  Novena to The Most Sacred Heart of Jesus  !!!      I have been reading Confessions of St. Augustine. In chapter 10, book 12, there is a prayer that I love to pray. You may want to read this slowly...   Let Truth, the light of my heart, and not my own darkness, speak to me. I turned aside to these material things and became darkened,  but from there, even there, I loved You. I have gone astray (Psalm 119:176) , and I remembered You (John 2:8). I heard Your voice behind me (Ez 3:12), calling me to return,  though I could scarcely hear it amid the noise of sinners. And now, behold, I return, panting and gasping to Your fountain.  Let no one forbid me. I shall drink of this fountain and so I shall live. Let me not continue to live as I have lived, for I acknowledge that I have lived badly. To myself I was death, and in You do I live again. Speak to me, discourse with me. I have believed Y...

My Muted Misery Ah, bittersweet memories, Alas! The years gone by! Numbness is welcomed; pain is a friend. I have cried all I could cry. Empty, broken, dead inside. A flower: wilted, dried. A smell, a song, a certain voice- All over again, I say goodbye. Weathered and worn. Stretched and torn. At my limit- yea! I cannot stop. I cannot break. Alas, I'm needed by they. Dried eyed, Live another day. Time's passed; time's gone. Move on: the only way. Pain so deep, Numbing within, Squeezing out the life. I walk on; there's no win. Either way, it's strife. Live without and just pretend, Yet, it can be felt. Live with it, always there. Yea- Life's cards are still dealt. Bittersweet memories, Come calling again. Ach! The years gone by. A dried out well, a tree decaying from inside. No one sees, No one knows, The things under my skin. Masks, charades, costume parties. Empty f...

I do not know who is familiar with this book, but it is a great one!  It's called: 33 Days to Merciful Love by Fr. Michael E. Gaitley, MIC. Here's a link to it: https://www.ignatius.com/33-Days-to-Merciful-Love-P2411.aspx I do not know the exact wording of it, but one of my favorite quotes in this book goes something like this: When you say things like, "If I get to Heaven" it hurts My Heart. It is as if you do not believe in My abundant Mercy. Today, I went to Mass at St. Dorothy's. Fr. Miller (one of my favorite priests) talked with my family and I after Mass. He said something that really stood out to me: "It is better to work with someone who hates than someone who is lukewarm." This is true because if you are trying to help someone who is apathetic/lukewarm- they won't care. Yet, if you are trying to assist someone who hates- you can work with hate. God will use their pain, and He will transform it into inspiration. Jesus desires t...