ThirstyFountains

Happy Feast Day of Our Lady of Fatima!!!        I began this post with a determination to capture Mary's beauty, life, and purity. However, as soon as I started typing, I realized that I could not do her justice... (Then, my friend reminded me that no one on earth really can either so I felt better:) She cannot be labeled or defined by mere words from our dictionary. Phrases and words cannot or even come close to describing her very essence. Rather, she is so much more.     A word continues to reappear in my head and it is this: captivating. Mary is captivating . She is a mystery . ... and aren't all mysteries an intrigue?      Some people think of Mary as a gentle, humble, selfless, and perfect human. This is most definitely true; however, the thoughts may progress to something along the lines of "she didn't have fun." Personally, I cannot imagine a life with Mary that would not have at least some fun...

Word. How often do we speak the truth and feel the need to defend ourselves? I, for one, do it often. It is as if fear whispers that truth is overrated so I must have a good defense case. Next time you speak the truth, do not defend yourself (unless absolutely necessary). God knows your heart, and the truth for that matter. Do not worry... "...we would either take charge or stop the whole process." Do these words awaken an awe-filled feeling within you? They awaken it it me, I know that for certain. Something incredible must be taking place- so amazing that we would either be bold (and prideful) and try to work it out on our own or fear would consume us... Not the kind of fear that comes at night when you're alone and hear scary noises... but the fear that we will become something so amazing that we will need to depend on Someone Else to help us. We seem to fear dependency. If we are honest with ourselves, which we always should be, we need to realize t...

We have a  problem. What problem, you ask? Well, continue reading and you will find out.      You see, we all feel a deep ache inside. We are missing something and we know it. Sometimes this hole is like a cloud, burdened with rain. Other times it is like an ever-present wet blanket: uncomfortable, but almost unnoticeable.      We claim that we do all we can to reach out and grasp the One who will fill it, but are we really trying our hardest? If your child, friend, spouse, brother, sister, mother, or father was dying and the only thing you could do was make a tea from a flower... how hard would you try to get it? Wait. Just wait. Before you blurt out "of course I would try my hardest," let me proceed with the story...      You are told that there is only way to heal the one you love. Immediately, you ask the doctor to tell you what it is. They stammer that it is not safe, the consequences are permane...