December 15th, 2010

I Am…

  • nineteen.
  • Catholic.
  • a daughter.
  • a sister.
  • a friend.
  • a student.
  • unemployed.
  • determined to finish what I start.
  • independent.
  • different than others, in one word… unique.
  • trying to be the person God created me to be, not the person the world tries to make me.
  • discerning between marriage and consecrated virginity.
  • on medication for depression.
  • diabetic.
  • offering my suffering to Jesus for all those who do not know and love Him.
  • willing to give my time to help others.
  • afraid that everything I do will not be enough.
  • addicted to coffee and chocolate… only during midterms and finals.
  • so unworthy of everything I have been given.
  • an amateur photographer.
  • a clarinetist.
  • consecrated to Jesus through Mary according to the way of St Maximilian Kolbe.
  • dreaming, hoping, and wishing that I get to study abroad.
  • loved and cherished by my immediate family… most of the time. :)
  • learning to play the guitar.
  • an avid crocheter.
  • a Mac user.
  • a lover of Disney, Pixar, and Dreamworks.
  • ready for next semester to start… I have only been off a week and I already miss school… I know, I’m crazy.
  • (since I just said it above)… crazy!
  • a writer.
  • wanna-be novelist.
  • many things.
  • me…
December 4th, 2010

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Blessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;

Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Infancy’s the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mother’s first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow—

Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Woman, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod!
Keep, oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!

All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky—

Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

~by William Ross Wallace