This is so adorable, and very true. We need to feel love, not know it. Knowing love doesn’t mean it exists. To have love existing, we need to feel it. Perhaps where the struggle then comes in. If we could express and share love, more people could feel it. Some time the love can feel lacking. I know what that is like. This on the flip side we must remember that God holds the ultimate love. That truly must be felt if we are to survive.
Monthly Archives: April 2012
A friend of mine posted this quote on her facebook page and I had to share it here.
“For in this you will prove yourself truly a friend in you refresh your friend’s hunger with your bread. Your bread is Christ, your bread is your charity, your bread is your prayer, your bread is remorse expressed in your tears, by which you wash away not only your own sins but the those of your friends. ” Fr. Adam of Persighe
I wanted to reblog an old post of mine…as the song is in my head. It is back over a year ago that I posted this. My reflections are not the same, but similar. Either way, here it is again.
This is a song that may be familiar to some; it definitely one that I am familiar with. Today while being the bored self that I can be, this song came to mind. I am not sure who wrote the lyrics and music, but it is a Girl Scout song that I love. It is called “On My Honor.”
On my honor, I will try.
There’s a duty to be done and I say aye.
There’s a reason here for a reason above.
My honor is to try and my duty is to love.
People don’t need to know my name.
If I’ve done any harm, then I’m to blame.
If I’ve helped another, then I’ve helped me.
And I’ve opened up my eyes to see.
I’ve tucked away a song or two.
If you’re feeling low, there’s one for you.
If you need a friend, then…
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I have recently been finding pieces of wisdom that Mamma Margaret had given in her life. Before I share that, I looked about a bio about her to share with all of you. I found it at this website. Below is the content, but there is much more one can find about her!
Margherita Occhiena was born on April 1, 1788 at Capriglio, in the province of Asti, sixth of ten children. She was baptised on the same day in the parish church. Her parents were peasant farmers full of good Christian attitudes and practices. From when she was just a child Margaret was a great worker. She had no opportunity for schooling because of the times she lived in and the tasks she had to do, but her love for prayer gave her a wisdom which could not be gained from books
Francis Bosco: I Becchi
In 1812 she married Francis Bosco. Francis was 27 years of age, a widower, with a three year old child, Anthony, and a sick mother to look after. Joseph was born the following year and in 1815 John (the future Don Bosco). They moved to the Becchi, a hamlet of Castelnuovo d’Asti. In 1817 Francis died of pneumonia.
A woman of great faith
Twenty nine year old Margaret found herself running the family alone at a time of famine, looking after Francis’ mother, Anthony, and young Joseph and John. Margaret was a woman of great faith. God was foremost in her thoughts and always on her lips.
A mother’s heart
The love of the Lord was so strong in her that it gave her a mother’s heart. A wise teacher, she knew how to combine fatherliness and motherhood, kindness and firmness, vigilance and trust, familiarity and dialogue, bringing up her children with disinterested love, both patient and demanding. Attentive to their own experience, she trusted both in human means and divine assistance. She brought up three children with very different temperaments, using the same criteria with different methods. She taught them the catechism and prepared them for their First Communion.
Accompanies her son’s dream
When she heard about John’s dream at the age of nine, she alone could interpret it in the light of the Lord: “Who knows, but maybe you should become a priest”. She allowed him to be with some of the rougher lads, because they were better behaved around him. Anthony’s hostility towards John’s studies forced her to send her younger son away so he could study. She accompanied him all the way to priesthood. That day she said something that would remain in Don Bosco’s heart for the rest of his life. In 1846 when Don Bosco was seriously ill, Margaret went to be with him and discovering there the good that he had been doing for poor and abandoned youngsters.
When asked to go with him in this work she said: “ If you believe this to be the will of the Lord, I am ready to go”. Mamma Margaret’s presence turned the Oratory into a family. For ten years her life became entwined with that of her son and with the beginnings of Salesian work: She was the first and principal Cooperator of Don Bosco’s; she became the maternal elements in the Preventive System; without realising it, she was the “co-foundress” of the Salesian Family.
Death at Valdocco
She died in Turin, struck down by pneumonia on November 25, 1856, at 68 years of age. Many youngsters went to the cemetery crying as they would for their own mother. Generations of Salesians called her and will continue to call her Mamma Margaret.
Hello to those out there still waiting for me to write once more. Lent is now over and we celebrate with great gusto Christ rising from the dead! While my reflections are vast and great and very many, I have not much to put out here at this moment. Many blessings have come my way, as well as some very difficult moments. All of which have taught me and are still teaching me many things. I will still be around the blogging world with thoughts and inspirations. This post is all about letting you all know I am still around! May God’s peace reign in your hearts!