It's time for my favorite Post Secrets of the week and what they mean to me. This week there were many good ones, and I narrowed it down to three:
Cuddles and Kisses,
|I have never felt more free than kneeling Friday night in church next to a friends children.|
She invited me to Midnight Mass with them, and I gladly took the offer to not worship alone.
I may not make it every Sunday, and I may not be the best Catholic around,
but my Faith in God lifts my soul when I need it most.
|I laughed out loud at this one thinking of my grandmother. I KNOW!|
She almost died in childbirth to her 4th child. The doctor's tried to put her on BC.
She said she couldn't, she was Catholic.
The Doctor asked if the Pope was going to raise her kids when she was dead.
She is still alive and kicking, with 5 kids.
This one made me think about it though: we judge people way to harshly, when the only one entitled to do the judging is God himself. What give Catholics, and Christians the right all around, to judge people and threaten them with eternal damnation? That's not our call to make, and I try to remember that, even in the midst of my catty affairs sometimes.
|After spending this Christmas alone, I can tell you it is not something I loved. I would prefer to spend the holidays alone, with my husband. The main reason for this is my family is PSYCHOTIC. I tell Nan all the time that she needs to just write everything down and make a best selling novel. She doesn't even have to do anything but sit and watch the drama unfold around her. I have never been more relieved than to not have to deal with it all. This Christmas was quite possibly the least stressful of my life, in part, because I was alone and away from it all.|