Suffering and Prayer

.the value of pain, when joined with prayer, in moving the heart of God. Prayer, all prayer, is always efficacious. But prayer takes on extraordinary power to win graces, for the one praying and for all mankind, when it is united with patient suffering.
Indeed, suffering is already a prayer, when humbly accepted from the hands of God and offered to God—as Christ’s prayer on the Cross—in patient resignation to a divine will.

Faith and Hope

In the dark dreary nights, when the storm is at it's most fierce,

 

the lighthouse burns bright so the sailors can find their way home again.

 

In life the same light burns.  This light is fueled with love, faith, and hope.

 

And through life's most fierce storms these three burn their brightest

 so we also can find our way home again.

Hillsong Music - How Great is our God

Life Changes

Do not look forward in fear 

to the changes in life;
rather, look to them with full hope 

that as they arise,
God, whose very own you are,
will lead you safely through all things;
and when you cannot stand it,
God will carry you in His arms.

Do not fear what may happen tomorrow;
the same understanding Father who cares for
you today will take care of you then and every day.

He will either shield you from suffering
or will give you unfailing strength to bear it.
Be at peace,  and put aside 

all anxious thoughts and imaginations.

Psalm 139 (Wonderfully Made) by Danielle Rose

The Saint That is Just Me

The Saint that Is Just Me

Oh I thought I'd be heroic and inspiring

I wanted to offer You the greatest sacrifice

Like all the Saints who've gone before me

I tried to prove my love for You and so to gain the prize

I thought I'd be a martyr like Cecilia

I hoped I'd disappear like St. Therese.

Or wear a hidden crown of thorns like Rose of Lima

To heal the sick and raise the dead.

When You hung upon the Cross looking at me

You didn't die so I would try to be somebody else,

You died so I could be, the saint that is just me.

I wanted to be poor and free like Francis,

To cut off my long hair like lovely Clare.

To be faithful like Mother Teresa in the darkness

Lord, won't you make me just like her?

I tried to kneel for hours in the Chapel corner

To persevere like Paul wih all my sleepless nights

To stay awake and trim my lamp with ten wise virgins,

To really give the devil a good fight.

When you hung upon the Cross looking at me

You didn't die so I would try to be somebody else,

You died so I could be, the saint that is just me.

Just me, Just me.

You died just for me.

just me, just me

You died just for me.

You saw that  I was perfectly imperfect

O happy fault the sin of Adam's pride

Thats the reason that you became man

and bore the New eve from your wounded side

If it weren't for my sins and wounds and weakness,

Then you wouldn't have married me upon the Cross

Why do I fear being seen naked and broken?

That's why you came  because I need you that much.

When you hung upon the Cross looking at me

You didn't die so I would try to be somebody else,

You died so I could be, the saint that is just me.

Laura Story - Blessings

My Cross

My most beloved Jesus, I embrace all the sufferings You have destined for me until death. I beg You by all You suffered in carrying Your cross, to help me carry mine with your perfect peace and resignation. I love You, Jesus my love; I repent of ever having offended You. Never let me separate myself from You again. Grant that I may love You always; and then do with me as You will.