19°F overcast NNW@11mph

Morning Offering given

Village blanketed in snow, plows working, snow is to continue till around 10 am

Coffee’s good, needed, sleep was elusive

The man will be out shoveling this morning. A snowblower would be a wonderful thing. I’ve a feeling the snow is heavy this time.

Only 25 days till Spring.

Book suggestions are welcomed. I head to the library on Fri for new ones.

A shrew found its way into the kitchen the other day. I think mouse but it definately was not. It no longer lives.

Feeling unsettled this morning. Not sure why. The to do list is expanding. The got it done list is not lessoning. Laundry waiting to be folded, washed, and dried.

Did you make a plan for how you were going to come closer to Christ during Lent? I’d love to hear it.

Know you are prayed for.

Ohio train

Ohio foundry

Miami Industrial complex?

Surely, this warrants an investigative team!

https://lms.org.uk/blog/rescript-traditional-mass-press-release-latin-mass-society-and-fiuv

Snow falls steadily today.

No school

Ash Wednesday services

Beginning of Lent

Just the right weather to begin the penitential season. The right feeling. The right time.

21°F overcast ENE@19mph

Morning Offering given

Village carpeted with snow, another 5-8″ expected

Mass, Sacred Heart today 8 & 4. It is not a Holy Day of Obligation but all seem to feel the need to receive those ashes. Today is a day of fasting and begins the penitential rite of Lent.

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Was looking over the yard yesterday. It is brown, cluttered with leaves, sticks, clumps of snow… A total mess. To my mind came, Spring is coming, this will have to be cleaned up soon. That’s sort of what the season of lent is. It is our time to clean up the backyard of our lives. This is the time to collect all the trash, diligently remove it from ourselves and hand it over to Christ so that he can take it with him to the Cross and we can be resurrected with him on Easter. Lent is the time to get out the trash bags, fill them with everything that prevents us from standing before the Son of Man. Make the time to do this and hand your baggage to our Lord.

Know you are prayed for.

They say 1-5, might just be right. The wilds are beautiful tonight. The ground glitters and sparkles as the headlights reflect the snow cover. Deer herds were grazing at dusk, filling the fields in the valley. Temps hovered around 25⁰F, and some of the sugar shacks were cooking. The greenhouses are fired up now with workers planting seed trays. Spring really isn’t too far off.

Ash Wednesday tomorrow-fast day. The Lenten season is upon us. It is time to reflect on Christ taking our sin unto himself and willingly accepting what should be our cross.

We’ve been watching “The Chosen”. Although it is not theologically correct according to the Catholic faith, it is thought-provoking. It gives us an idea of what the Apostles had with him in friendship. It takes the parables, making them real. It draws one closer.

12°F overcast W@15mph

Morning Offering given

Village peaceful

Coffee, excellent, good full body taste

As most of you are aware I have left the Facebook, Twitter, Parler, Gab, and SP3RN, websites. Too much time was spent there reading incredibly deceitful posts. Posts that tried to herd one like cattle into a certain mindset. Platforms that took it upon themselves with a government push to silence those who looked at the world through a more open lens. I am not naive enough to think that my words will change anything that is going on in this world. My words, only tell you the thoughts going thru my mind, the questions I have, and the search for answers. I’ve been called a liar, a conspiracy theorist, holier than thou, deplorable, and ignorant. Most of my life has been spent avoiding being gaslighted or labeled a troublemaker because I refused to conform to society’s norms. After all, what do/will people think. I did/or experienced several things that were immensely painful while being done and that pain has left immeasurable scars which have a tendency to break open at truly inconvenient times, thus necessitating a thorough clean-up of my thoughts and actions in some situations. Label me a survivor, warrior, or defender…never again will I be a victim. Years ago I trashed that label; taking it up again is not an option.

This morning I ponder President Biden’s trip to Ukraine. Did he really make this trip to commemorate 1 year of war or did he make the trip to keep Ukraine silent over his past dealings with them and his son? $500 million seems a rather large price tag considering how the last money we gave them seemingly up and disappeared overnight. That old question “whose silence is being bought” raises its head once again. The USA can hardly afford to make debt payments and we “give” that kind of $$ to a country at war with Russia? What about taking care of our own? What about the mess with China? What about answers regarding Hunter? What about Jan 6 and getting to the bottom of those government lies and the unfair prosecution of protectors of free speech? I see we may finally have answers regarding the Epstein issues, or perhaps they just had enough time to do laundry and get things cleaned up enough for the public to swallow.

Why I allow these things to even mess with my remote existence is beyond me. If allowed they interfere with my faith life and my family life. Hard to be at peace sometimes with people who cannot see the other side or have labeled you.

Today is Day 52: Male and Female-CIY…can be found on https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z88ScI7-Cvk&t=77s

Rosary, Sorrowful can be found at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3l0QLN-02js

Know you are prayed for.

18°F clouds S@15mph

Morning Offering given

Village sleeps, as I should be

0116 hrs, startled awake by the ringing of my cell phone. J Kaufmann’s wife in labor, ready to head to Edith’s, can I take them? Was out the door in 5mins, and delivering to Edith at 0200hrs. This is a typical baby run. They will call later in the day to be brought home. My prayers for safe delivery with a well mama and baby are offered up.

The drive home included wandering deer, raccoon, skunk, and bobcat. Normal for County P that time of night. My thoughts wandered to there being no public bathrooms at this time of night (or any time of day) on this road. A quick stop along the road took care of the issue. I smile, I have no doubts… none of my friends would find themselves in this situation. No almost 68 yr old woman I know would do this at this time of night. But then, I’ve never been a conventional woman. Sometimes I regret that, but most days I do not.

Yesterday we attended the traditional Latin Mass at the Shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe. The confession line was double wide with 3 confessionals in operation. All confessions were heard previous to the Gospel. In all the years I’ve attended the Novus Ordo Mass there hasn’t been even one person waiting for confession. To reach this Mass one has to walk 20 minutes uphill or if you are unable to make the walk a golf cart will take you up. This morning I ponder that dedication because I know those in attendance do this every week rain, snow, shine. Many of the faces are familiar to us.

Coffee’s going down smooth this morning. Thoughts and words jumble up in my head with little hope of getting them sorted, thought through, and processed onto this page before my day has to being.

Headlines are screaming at me “Novavax COVID-19 Vaccine Associated with Heart Inflammation: Study”, “Undercover DC Police Officer Pushed Protesters Toward Capitol, Climbed over Barricade”, “Moderna Reverses Course, Says People Won’t Have to Pay for COVID-19 Vaccine”,” Jeffrey Epstein Documents, With Names of Associates, Set to be Made Public”, “Former President Jimmy Carter in Hospice Care”, “Biden Admin Negotiates Deal to Give WHO Authority Over US Pandemic Policies”, “Natural Immunity as Good as or Better Than COVOD-19 Vaccination: Study”, and the list goes on with floods, fires, chemical spills, earthquakes, shootings… Too much for the mind to process this morning.

The drama has gone on way too long. We no longer lead normal lives. Would we even know what a normal life is? I’ve pondered when all this hubbub began. It’s been a gradual thing, comes as my response. As the world has become more modern (for lack of a better word) we have become more self-absorbed. More interested in how each thing touches our personal life. Less spontaneous with those around us. More interested in being “right”.

Know you are prayed for.

35°F cloudy W@12mph

Mornin Offering given

Village sleeps

Mass this morning @9 at the Shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe

A text was received this morning from a very dear friend of mine out East. She said she and her husband were being “bold” (in a charitable way) in their faith. That being “real and vulnerable” was making others uncomfortable with the simple question “so, what is Jesus doing in Your life?” I have pondered this question for a very long time, coming to the conclusion that many have been taught this is too personal a question for anyone except your pastor to ask you. Many have been brought up to believe that simply asking goes against what is called…the separation of church and state. It is unfortunate they have this implication regarding their faith. This mindset prevents one from talking personally to everyone about what Christ has done for and through them.

As a former religious education teacher, I asked this question every chance I got. Is Jesus a close personal friend of yours? What are you doing to get to know him better? How’s that working for you? Are you in this classroom because you want to be or because someone else wants you to be?

I’m quite certain the students believed I was a nut case. It pained me greatly their parents were not asking these questions of them.

In answer to my friend’s question: Thus far in my life, Jesus has given me the strength to convert to Catholicism very early in my life without the okay of my parents. (I waited till I graduated high school and moved, out of respect for them.) Jesus spoke to us challenging us to move out of our comfort zone and become foster parents. In a 10 yr period, 44 children were placed with us. We adopted 7 of those children, (3 different sibling groups). We also raised two of our grandchildren from infancy to adulthood. Jesus was there every step of the way. He paced the floors with us during illness, he shed sanity on chaos. He was the strength that got us out of bed each and every morning to continue again. He provided our needs when I ended my employment to be a mom at home. He said…”Do this, I take care of the sparrows, I will take care of you.” His voice was so real, I turned around to respond thinking he was standing behind me. He was our strength during the enlistment periods of two of our children. He was our strength when we cut toxic people out of our lives because they made it clear our adopted children were not welcome in the family. He is our strength now as we navigate aging; the chaos of today’s world; the pain of being perceived as odd for bucking what the world now considers the norm. He will continue to be the strength that moves us forward in this soon-to-be totalitarian, communist world.

Thank you my friend for asking the questions. Thank you for being bold, real, and vulnerable.

On another note: MAKE THE TIME to read the “Zero draft” https://apps.who.int/gb/inb/pdf_files/inb4/A_INB4_3-en.pdf of the WHO which speaks to them having control over your health decisions. It was drafted Feb 1 and is to be signed on Feb 27th. This is not a good thing. It brings us closer to being controlled by a one-government world. Our president in his insanity has decided this is a good thing. IT IS NOT A GOOD THING!