Sweet Surrender | Birth of Nolan Carlos

5 months ago (cue every surprise and shock emoji here) I gave birth to a sweet sweet boy, Nolan Carlos. After months of transitioning and fighting through writers block, I have finally written his birth story down. 

The months leading up to my due date with my second baby were a bit chaotic. We had Christmas, a wedding in the family, and New Years all before baby time. I was getting both physically and emotionally exhausted. Physically, for obvious reasons. Emotionally exhausted because I knew that our little world was going to change so much and change is always scary– and if I’m honest? I was slowly get more and more scared to give birth a second time. For those that don’t know, I had what would best be described as a semi-traumatic birth with my oldest son, Theo. I pushed for about 3 and 1/2 hours and suffered a postpartum hemorrhage immediately after giving birth.  All of this to say- giving birth again scared me because I was well aware of what COULD go wrong. 

As the weeks got closer I began visualizing what I wanted for the birth of this baby. I wanted to labor at home for a while, comfortably, while listening to my birth playlist and diffusing my essential oils. We would go to the hospital when I was pretty well dilated and I would be laboring there for a shorter amount of time. This plan changed once I had my 33 week growth scan. See, my husband and I have relatively good sized babies. Our first was 8 lbs. 11 oz. and our second was showing signs of being another good size. Due to that, my Doctor decided I might have the best chance to avoid a C-section if we induce a week early and I was completely on-board! I didn’t have to have a C-section the first time (luckily) but if I were to go over my due date this time — the risk would be much higher.

I was at peace.

Sure, my initial birth “plan” would change but my hope was still to push this baby out myself.

By 36 weeks we had scheduled the induction and our new plan was set in motion! During this time my sciatica nerve pain was getting really intense and I had been going through prodromal labor. I felt ready … physically.

It was the mental that I wasn’t quite ready for.

My family & friends showered me with prayers at a Catholic Blessingway while I was a little over 37 weeks (check out Geena Harrington’s blog post on blessing ways here). It was on this night that I could finally speak the words I was too proud to say… “I am scared.”

I cried as my loved ones encouraged me, hugged me and wrote uplifting words to help support and guide me through labor. Through prayer I could acknowledge my fear – and yet not be trapped by it.

Jesus was simply telling me to surrender all to Him.

January 9th approx. 2:30 AM (37 wks 4 days)

I woke up to the groans of my toddler and noticed some slight cramping. After rocking Theo back to sleep I quickly went to the bathroom because, well, I figured that I should just go now that way I won’t have to get up later. It was then I noticed a piece of my mucus plug. My heart began to race. When I was pregnant with Theo and I lost my mucus plug – almost immediately I went into labor. I pushed away any thoughts that labor was coming and went back to bed.

At 6:30 I woke up to contractions. They were about 15 to 20 minutes apart but noticeably more painful than average Braxton Hicks. Again, I pushed away any temptation of thinking I was in labor and assured Tim that it would be fine if he went to work. It was only an hour later that I called my Mom to ask if she would come to my 37 week appointment with me and that some interesting things were occurring. We spent our time before the appointment walking around Target and gathering last minute baby items. Contractions were about 10 minutes apart but I was still convinced that it was nothing and they would stop soon.

As my appointment got closer I finally decided to call Tim and tell him to come home. There were enough contractions for me to assume that active labor would be coming soon.

12:00PM 3cm 80% effaced

Shortly after my appointment, I came home to my sisters Dana (+ her boys) and Jenna.  We laughed, ate lunch and watched one of my favorite shows, ‘The Office’, to get my mind off of the intensity of my contractions. The best distraction though? My sweet nephews. Their joy and playfulness filled our home and Theo was on cloud nine getting to run around with his favorite buddies.

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My contractions were increasing in intensity but still seemed pretty sporadic. They ranged from being 30 seconds long every 2 minutes to a minute and a half long every 8 or so minutes. Movement helped remedy the pain of the contractions and so I kept walking, bouncing and swaying. Tim rubbed my low back each time I got a contraction and let me tell you– that.was.amazing. By 5 PM I was thoroughly convinced that we should be going to the hospital but there’s was one thing I wasn’t quite ready for…. to say goodbye to my oldest guy.

Change is both scary and beautiful.  Saying goodbye to Theo before leaving reminded me of that. We were excited for this new little person to enter our family but we were saying goodbye to our normal. I gave my little boy a big hug with tears streaming down my face… looking to my Mom I found comfort that all will be even BETTER than I can imagine.

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We were immediately admitted.

After a failed dose of nitrous oxide and hours of intense contractions I was ready to have the one thing I really wanted to avoid- the epidural. See, I am not one of those ladies who wants to avoid an epidural because I am afraid of needles or even because I want everything “all natural” … I wanted to avoid it because I didn’t have a great experience with the epidural when I was in labor with Theo. It slowed my labor down and I felt pretty sick when I got it.

Nevertheless, I was ready to feel some relief and I opted for getting an epidural at 8 centimeters dilated. Once the epidural went in I felt intense relief but it didn’t take long for the numbness to spread everywhere even to my throat. My sister could see my panic and she ran to go get my nurse who was immediately worried that I got a spinal (which would numb me all over) instead of an epidural. The anesthesiologist came in and said that more than likely I had a half spinal / half epidural and he would try to lower my dosage of the medicine. Only about 30 minutes after getting the epidural i started to get the shakes REAL BAD. I thought it was a side effect from the epidural but my nurse knew better! She checked me and sure enough I was complete! 100% effaced and 10 centimeters dilated. What should’ve been push time had to be delayed because I couldn’t feel a n y t h i n g south of the border (darn you half spinal / half epidural!!). My nurse turned off the epidural and we patiently waited until some feeling came back not only to my legs but my arms and throat as well (DARN YOU EPIDURAL). 

By 10:30 I was feeling much more like myself, baby was very low, and we were ready to push!

My sister, Dana, on one side of me. Timmy on the other. I was ready to meet my baby! (Gender still unknown at the time)

Timmy counted, Dana encouraged and Dr. Finnegan coached. I had literally the BEST birth team around! It made a world of difference.

10:42 PM on January 9th, 2019: Nolan Carlos Medearis was born.

What followed his birth were the sweetest moments.

There is nothing like seeing your child’s face for the first time. I know I am extremely biased but my Nolan was… perfect. Absolutely perfect.


“This is my body given up for you…”

Christ’s words that are given to us at each and every Mass echoed through my heart during my pregnancy and most especially during labor and delivery.  This body… has seen better days. It’s stretched, loose and wholly imperfect but I am so incredibly proud of it. Enduring through immense pain for the sake of my children has been the greatest honor of my whole life. I had to remind myself through the intensity of a contraction that I was MADE FOR THIS. 

Some days its not easy looking at the imperfections sketched on my body. But most days I try to look at those imperfections with affection because they tell a story. Each mark was made as my boys were growing inside me. Maybe I got one of my stretch marks when Theo was rolling and punching around. Maybe one of the marks was from Nolan stretching his tiny body inside me for the first time. 

All of those imperfect marks tell me a story and its the most beautiful one of all. It is the story of L I F E. 


Sweet surrender. 

What a sweet sweet cross we Mothers have to bear. 

In giving birth to our children and all of the parenting that follows. 

Is it a cross? 

Yes. 

But… It is one filled with tight hugs, bellowing laughter, snotty kisses and joyous moments. 

The word that I prayed for during my labor with Nolan was … surrender. 

“Here I am
Down on my knees again
Surrendering all
Surrendering all.
 
Find me here
Lord as You draw me near
Desperate for You …
I’m desperate for You.
 
I surrender.
……
 
Like a rushing wind
Jesus breathe within.
Lord have Your way
Lord have Your way in me.
 
Like a mighty storm
Stir within my soul.
Lord have Your way
Lord have Your way in me.
 
Like a rushing wind
Jesus breathe within.
Lord have Your way
Lord have Your way in me.
 
….
I surrender.
I surrender.
I wanna know You more.
I wanna know You more.”
 
-I Surrender by Hillsong United

This song was the perfect anthem for Nolan’s birth and its words continue to strike my heart. 

I hope maybe this can encourage you, wherever you are at, to surrender to whatever cross Jesus is asking you to bear. Maybe – just maybe- it might be the sweetest cross of all. 

All photos were taken by: Dana Sebastian

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Finding Joy in the Unordinary Life of the First Year Teacher

I am a first year teacher.

I have tried to write this post 7 times. Each time I have tried to sit down and write, I find something that stops me. Some of those reasons could be; copies that need to be made, student conferences or issues, meetings, lesson planning, or grading- to name a few.

My life is consumed with early mornings finalizing lesson plans, constant questions, little answers, and 45 young eyes that watch my every move…. every single day.

I can’t seem to find the words that can perfectly explain what my life has been like for the last 3 months and how drastically it has changed, the only thing that I can think of is a phrase that is taken directly from the catechism…. “Jesus Christ makes man fully alive“. 

I have repeated this phrase many times when asked how my first few months of full time teaching has gone… “I have never felt more exhausted…or fully alive.” 


These last few months have been ones of tremendous change in my life… I moved out of my childhood home, started my career, got engaged (thank you, Jesus!), and am living by myself in Denver. There is so much I have to be thankful for…. However, I have never felt under so much spiritual attack.

Everyday there are 45 kids that come through my classroom who become my responsibility. They rely on me to teach them skills in writing and reading which can help them further their education. Yet, the most daunting task that I have felt is the responsibility of caring for the souls of my 45 students.

The battle has already begun for my students young souls and, in conjunction with the holy spirit, I am charged with the task of helping fill their souls with tools to help in their relationship with Our Lord and the bridegroom, the Church. I have never been so intimated before and on more than one occasion have cried thinking about how inept I feel to lead these young ones.

I am no Saint.

Saint’s are the ones who are supposed to do this, right? The “holy” ones are those who are meant to lead the young and nurture their souls to find Christ. Well, that’s not me… at least not yet.

I know full well what these students are going to face if they choose to follow Christ when they leave our tiny community.

How can I protect them when I myself am still trying to figure out this whole prayer thing?

They are going to face the enemy head on. The world outside the walls of our school and church are a playground for the enemy and it prowls, lurking behind every “pleasure” in the world, and seeking to break the strong.

Well, what I have learned in the past few months is that we are not living out our Christian faith if we don’t offer up every moment, little or big, in witness to Mary’s words at the time of the Annunciation and say “be it done unto me according to Thy word.”

It’s in our little “fiats” that we are truly becoming saints. It is in the everyday and mundane walks of life where we answer ‘yes’ to Christ’s call to us, that we are becoming not just who we are meant to be- but we are becoming fully alive in Christ Jesus.


I have never felt more fully alive than when I am with my students and encountering Christ alongside them. They are showing me Christ’s love in a real and profound way.

My students are teaching me the reality of Sainthood. I may not be totally enough for my them on my own, but I have help. The God that I fell so in love with is there with me each and every single day as I enter my school, as I collaborate with co-teachers, as I pray with my students, and as I fight for their souls. I am not alone.

1 Peter 4:10 “As each one has received a gift, use it to serve one another as good stewards of God’s varied grace.”  

Please pray for me.

 

 

5 Steps to Healing & Eating Again

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1 year ago today, I came clean to my family and closest friends about the habit that was secretly driving me away from God… my eating disorder. It is only appropriate that this post comes during Holy Week and is about a scar that so deeply wounded me. Holy Week is the perfect representation of my journey and shows that every Good Friday brings about an Easter Sunday. In a previous post I told about how God is turning this embarrassing story into my strongest testimony, you can read that post here.

I sit here… a year later…. with joy and happiness knowing that I fought for where I am today.

I remember as vividly as if it were yesterday sitting down with my loved ones and explaining to them, “I haven’t been eating”. Fear told me that there would be anger, resentment, or maybe a few “what were you thinking! You KNEW better!”. Instead? I got all of the support and love in the world. Both of my parents wanted to see me heal and were monumental in the beginning stages of my recovery. It was only a few months ago that I was in the kitchen with my mom and catching her up on the days festivities when I told her, “Mama I have been eating 3 meals a day consistently!”. Later she told me that just hearing that I am eating 3 meals a day, which was nearly impossible for me 10 months earlier, made her want to jump up and down.

Now… I want to outline the 5 steps that helped me eat again and how I got where I am today.


5 steps to help heal from an eating disorder

1. Prayer & Sacraments

This first one is quite obviously the first and most important thing that helped me start eating again. Prayer, more specifically prayer for my future spouse, helped open up the line of communication between myself and Christ and allowed for forgiveness to take place. Only through prayer can true healing happen. In prayer, Christ was calling me into a deeper union with Him through the scar of my sins. He was asking that I leave whatever mangled brokenness I had, at the foot of the cross and He would take care of the rest. The other essential piece to prayer was the participation in the Sacraments. I regularly went to confession and received guidance from spiritual directors on how to tackle the sins which caused my eating disorder. Let me explain, the actual disorder itself was not the sin but was the result of my sins. Meaning, the sin of self-loathing and immense insecurity led me to the action which was to stop eating. Through the grace of confession and Christ’s precious body and blood in the Eucharist, I gained the strength needed to continue my journey towards healing. The sacraments are like what a body builder uses the gym for; strength. I gained strength and the ability to have my will be stronger than my head.

2. Exercise

Growing up I was always told “working out produces endorphins and endorphins makes you happy.” This couldn’t have been more true for me! I have to be honest though, it was recommended that I try this but I was worried about the potential of misusing exercise and it replacing my lack of eating with just an over indulgence of working off the calories. Luckily with prayer I was ready to take this challenge on! (Please note how important step #1 is!) My sweet boyfriend was a good help with this step also! He was my greatest coach and cheerleader as I started to change my lifestyle. He encouraged me even to the point where we signed up to run the Bolder Boulder (10K). This helped me gain strength physically and also helped me get hungry. Hunger = food. I’ll get into accountability more but just know that as I was getting hungry by exercising, I was also being held accountable to consume the meals which would relieve that hunger.

3. Daily offerings

Trying to sit down and have a meal as a person who struggled with disordered eating habits can be extremely tough. What is so natural has gotten so clouded. When my spiritual director and I were first trying to figure out a “game plan” for recovery, he told me that if I were to start trying to eat again I would have a hard time doing it for myself so he suggested that I offer up meals for some greater social injustice. I have been doing this ever since! I offer up breakfasts, lunches, and dinners for social injustice around the world such as: an end to abortion, human/sex trafficking, Christian persecution, and many more. Selfishly I had rejected that which many people around the world are denied or not able to have, now I offer up those meals in thanksgiving for the gifts God has given me.

Accountability

This step is incredibly vital in those first few months. I had a few people that were holding me accountable to meals including: my spiritual director, my family, and my boyfriend. My spiritual director and I had set up a text exchange system where we could talk everyday at 3:00pm (the hour which Christ died) about what I had eaten already and what I would eat for dinner that night. The catch? Obviously, no lying! This helped me learn what was right for me and how I could balance meals. It was definitely helpful that my spiritual director also had experience in the medical field. 🙂

5. LOVE

This step was the hardest to accept because I struggled with such self-loathing. I had to accept the love of Christ despite my shortcomings and also forgive myself for how much I had fallen. I also had to accept the love of my “person”. My boyfriend was hurt because over the past 2 years I had lied, plain and simple. I knew that I hurt him so badly and although he was willing to forgive me, I wasn’t willing to forgive what I had done. I remember so clearly taking a drive and talking about this issue with him and as I cry and cry I told him, “I’m not worthy… I’m not worthy.” He simply said, “you’re strong enough, pick yourself up and fight. I love you and that won’t change.” I had to be accepting of this response to love and forgiveness. Love gives us hope. I recently heard this quote from Father Pedro Arrupe:

Nothing is more practical than finding God, than
falling in Love in a quite absolute, final way.
What you are in love with,
what seizes your imagination, will affect everything.
It will decide  what will get you out of bed in the morning,
what you do with your evenings,
how you spend your weekends,
what you read, whom you know,
what breaks your heart,
and what amazes you with joy and gratitude.
Fall in Love, stay in love,
and it will decide everything.

Love. Christ’s love, the love of my family, the love of my friends, the love of my boyfriend, and the love of my future spouse heals. It is what brought me out of the pit of isolation that I was in and gave me hope.

Whatever struggles you are having, wherever you are coming from, do not give up on love. Do not give up on hope! Christ is fighting for you and with you! Sometimes we just have to pick ourselves up and fight alongside him.

“If God is within her she will not fail.” Psalm 46:5

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How God is Turning My Biggest Embarrassment into My Strongest Testimony

I remember the first time I prayed for my future spouse. I was 11.

I am pretty sure I got the idea from either my older sisters or a chastity talk I had been to in middle school. I wouldn’t be able to tell you exactly where the idea came from… I just did it.

At 11 years old I didn’t know the woman that I would be when I would fall in love with my future spouse. I didn’t know who I would have become in those years or how my relationship with Our Lord would have transformed. I didn’t know who this man was or where he would come from. I didn’t know how he would smile or what sound his laugh would make. I didn’t know much of anything…Except I knew he was out there and he was worth waiting for.

As an 11 year old I also didn’t know the brokenness that I would be carrying into this relationship years down the road, the battles we would have to fight, or the struggles we would have to overcome.

In the [amazing] book called “Woman in Love”, Katie Hartfiel asked this question,

What is your brokenness? Name it. 

This brought me back to last April where I had  to finally name the brokenness that was tearing apart my relationship with God.

This can be summed up into two words…eating disorder.

I struggle everyday with the simplest action of sitting down and having a meal. Yes, that basic human need. Trust me it is as ridiculous as it sounds.

It was only last April, through the grace of confession, that I put a name to the brokenness that was keeping me from God.  My spiritual director sat me down many times throughout the year to ask, “Kileen, are you eating?”. I would reply all offended “Father, of course I am eating! Gosh. Can everyone stop asking me that?”

Yet… that question came up person, after person, after person. My family and friends were growing increasingly concerned over the rapid amount of weight I had lost from my Freshman year of college to my sophomore year. But I refused to listen.

Then I woke up one day last April with the intense desire of wanting to go to confession. This was so weird for me! Although I love the Sacrament it usually takes me days to prepare myself to go to the confessional because I get such bad anxiety beforehand. For some odd reason, this day was different.

In the confessional Father asked me for the millionth time, “Kileen I have to ask because I am your spiritual Father, I care about you…. Are you eating?”

I broke down into tears. I couldn’t lie anymore, I couldn’t fake it.

Throughout the past 2 years I had gotten pretty good at putting on a fake smile and answering the question as if there was no guilty conscious ringing off in my head. I had become used to saying, “Oh no… I walk everywhere so that has really helped me drop a few pounds.”

I was recycling an old lie that was used on me when someone close to me had revealed her eating disorder.

See… the devil knew exactly where to place the sin that I would be too ashamed to share. I didn’t wake up one morning and decide that I wasn’t going to eat anymore. No. It started with my busy life not lending me time to eat breakfast. Then it turned into ‘I’m getting too busy to eat lunch but I’ll have a big dinner’, all up to the point that I was having a smoothie or a few spinach leaves a day. As I stopped eating meal after meal I noticed a change in my body. Sadly, I liked it.

There was still a deep shame inside. After all, my entire reversion was built on ‘rediscovering’ my beauty. In the past I had enjoyed explaining to other woman that they were dignified beautiful creations of God! Yet, here I was. Feeling “satisfied” with the growling of an empty stomach as if it was some victory. While a voice inside said, ” You are a disappointment. You are a failure. You are broken.”

I kept the secret. I isolated the voice of Christ telling me to give Him this brokenness. I felt that if I just shut His voice out, I wouldn’t have to feel guilty or ashamed. It actually increased both.

I wasn’t willing to give up everything for Christ. I was still holding onto a “vision” of my body and along the way I was hurting so many people close to me. They felt lied to… And rightly so.

Why am I telling you this story? 

Well. The man who I began praying for as that 11 year old girl was the same man who helped me heal my own brokenness.

On the day of this same confession, Father continued his spiritual guidance and asked this question, “Do you want to have kids?” My response was a loud and proud yes! He explained gently that if I were to continue denying my body its most basic necessity, I could lose my chance at motherhood.

My heart dropped.

How selfish of me.

Christ was opening up a desire in my heart that was far deeper and held more meaning to me than the size of jeans I wear. I had always desired to be a faithful wife and loving mother, but for some odd reason I didn’t connect my own eating habits with my future marriage and family. One thing I really want to stress is that if I were to have tried to heal purely for me, I would have never started my recovery. In thinking of myself I was led only to self harm and isolation. It was in thinking of the man who God had created with me in mind, the man who Our Lord knew would lead me safely back to Him, that I was able to step outside of my selfishness and name the sin that was keeping me tucked away in darkness.

It was love, namely love Himself, who brought me back into the light.

I was praying daily again. I opened up my first prayer in a little while for my future husband. I prayed that he would forgive my failures. I prayed that I could be the wife he deserved. I prayed for the ability to still be able to have children in the future and if God allows that, I prayed that my children would learn from my mistakes.

It was prayers for my Husband-to-be that began a slow and steady ‘yes’ from God… He was telling me over and over again, “You are enough”.

Months later I still look at the front cover of the journal I bought while beginning my road to recovery, and on it says;

“To You Lord, I am enough”.

I still carry the scar of my own self harm. I still struggle with eating. Sometimes I still even cringe at the feeling of being full. And no… This disorder isn’t glamorous like the store Urban Outfitters would have you think. They would like to de-sensitize it to make you buy a fashion tee that says “eat less”.

But there’s hope…

For me it began with Christ. He brought me back into the light to name the very sin that was leaving me crippled. It was painful and the first few months were exhausting, some days still are. But as Saint Paul wrote in Romans 8:18, “The pain you’ve been feeling, can’t compare to the joy that’s coming.”

The joy of a fruitful and holy marriage that will lead me back to my Heavenly Father is the joy I pray will come. To my future husband, thank you. Your existence alone gave me inspiration to live not just for myself, but for what may come.

This struggle will not become my identity. Because even the tragedy of the cross, Christ turned into His greatest victory.

This is my cross.

“And he said to all, if any man would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.” Luke 9:23

Please pray for me, know I am praying for you as well.

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To the ends of the earth would you follow Me?

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The road to sanctification is tough. It isn’t a flat road with wild flowers on each side, but rather a rough and rocky path. Although this path may be tough, where it leads is what matters.

Saint Maria Faustina had a vision of two paths….

“…I saw two roads. One was broad, covered with sand and flowers, full of joy, music and all sorts of pleasures. People walked along it, dancing and enjoying themselves. They reached the end without realizing it. And at the end of the road there was a horrible precipice; that is, the abyss of hell. The souls fell blindly into it; as they walked, so they fell. And their number was so great that it was impossible to count them. And I saw the other road, or rather, a path, for it was narrow and strewn with thorns and rocks; and the people who walked along it had tears in their eyes, and all kinds of suffering befell them. Some fell down upon the rocks, but stood up immediately and went on. At the end of the road there was a magnificent garden filled with all sorts of happiness and all these souls entered there. At the very first instant they forgot all their sufferings” (Diary 153).

I learned a lot about these two paths while hiking two of Colorado’s beautiful peaks. Although I didn’t cry, doesn’t mean I didn’t want to at some points.

I know. This sounds pathetic.

While we were hiking up the steepest part of the mountain, every muscle in my legs were aching and tired. Then to my left I look over to see my boyfriend who was taking it all like a champ! Smiling, laughing, and even joking as we are working our way through the rocks! Each time we stopped because of my tired legs I would immediately look over to him and say “Sorry. I’m just such a wimp.” To this he would look at me with the same sweet grin and say, “It’s not meant to be easy”.

We made it through the rocky and narrow part to reach the summit, and how sweet it was! There’s something beautiful about being above the clouds. It felt almost as if Heaven was within reach. Through the celebration and the peace felt on top of that mountain, I found some clarity about the road to Sainthood.

Tim was right. “It’s not meant to be easy”.

In the spiritual life, we as a people avoid pain because it hurts and at times leaves us feeling a sense of brokenness. We wish pain away but cease to recognize what pain does to us. It prepares us for the goodness that we taste in happiness and joy. Anyone who has run long distance will tell you that the pain they felt during the run was worth the exhilaration they felt afterwards. We feel a sense of joy and satisfaction when we reach that summit, especially knowing the hard task that it took for us to get to that point!

The question remains, why is it that we feel the full extent of pain and it seems never ending, yet happiness and joy seem to pass quickly? I experienced this. The joy of being above the clouds lasted a good while but then there was the realization that we still had yet another peak to climb, and a long road down the mountain, away from the breath taking view, and beneath the clouds that would be waiting for us. Venerable Fulton Sheen explains that this lasting pain and fleeting happiness occurs because, “pain was meant to be exhausted in this life. Joys are not, because they belong to another existence”.

Joy and happiness will be fulfilled where pain ceases to exist… Heaven.

The suffering that we feel here on earth has no place in Heaven! Isn’t that wonderful? We suffer because we are allowed to suffer here and must do so for Christ and with Christ. Our spiritual life will make us feel pain at times, so how do we make that pain bearable?

We love.

Tim demonstrated this perfectly on our hike. Without annoyance or comparison he lifted my spirits when I was down. He showed me that even though we feel pain we can still smile, laugh, and joke. We learn to love more thoroughly and completely when we love during the most painful times of our lives. Seriously… If this isn’t some amazing marriage prep, I don’t know what is.

The road to Sainthood is a road to Calvary. Whatever your cross may be; chastity, sobriety, modesty, faith, or so on. Realize that the summit is there! You are making your way when you choose the rough path to rid yourself of temptation and sin! Don’t let the devil tell you that you’re so far away it would be better to turn around, because if you turn around now you will miss out on the beauty that awaits.

If Heaven is to be far greater than being high above the clouds in beautiful Colorado, I can only imagine how beautiful it will be! Now’s your chance to decide…

Which path will you take? 

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Battle of the TV Proposals

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Embarrassingly enough I watched the entire season of abc’s “The Bachelorette” which ended with Andi Dorfman, the current “Bachelorette”, getting engaged to a former professional baseball player named Josh. I know I know. This show isn’t really known for it’s success in marriages. Neither does it display chastity (really of any kind) and its pretty dang unrealistic. Normal people don’t fly through the Mediterranean for their first few dates, something more along the lines of dinner and a movie with a budget sounds more like it. I guess my hope is that maybe someday there will be a couple that strives to live a virtuous life of love through Our Lord, because it has happened before! Check out Sean Lowe and his wife if you don’t believe me. Anyway… This season ended in beautiful Dominican Republic with a romantic proposal. Let me tell ya….

I am a sucker for good proposals.

You got it. Tears and all.

The strange thing was that while watching the much anticipated Bachelorette proposal, I didn’t shed a single tear. Not one! Don’t get me wrong, josh said some really beautiful things and their love could truly be genuine. I even had some “awe” moments. But the reality was that some of the things he said really didn’t strike me to the core like the proposal of Jill Duggar and Derick Dillard from the TV show “19 Kids and Counting”.

As I was talking with my sister and telling her about how strange it was that I cried watching the proposal of Jill and Derick but not the infamous “Bachelorette” proposal, one would think that with all the hype the Bachelorette makes, it would result in a crazy romantic proposal that would bring any girly girl to tears. I realized as I was talking what the huge difference was…. God being the writer of your love story or not.

During the Bachelorette, the proposal was filled with phrases like, “I am so passionate about you…We have so much passion…we have so much chemistry…I fell in love with you on the first night I saw you….” So on and so forth. God wasn’t mentioned at all. Our Lord is LOVE, therefore; how can you fully love someone without involving love Himself?

I remember being glued to the TV as Derick Dillard got down on one knee to ask Jill Duggar to marry him and honor him by, “serving Our Lord with him for the rest of his life.” Even before he got down on one knee, the viewers listened to a beautiful song that was written specifically for the couple detailing their love story. The lyrics went along the lines, “when He made you, it was obvious He was thinking of me”. Isn’t that a beautiful phrase you want to hear on the day you get engaged? The assurance that God had been the writer of your love story! The confidence that God was thinking of you when He created your future spouse. If you want to hear it click here.

Shortly after the proposal the couple went back to the Duggar home to announce their engagement. What was the first thing the family did in celebration? They gathered in prayer.

“Therefore what God has joined together, let no man separate.” Matthew 19:6

A couple who prays together, stays together. It may be entertaining to see the grandeur of ‘love’ displayed on the Bachelorette but without the direction of Our Lord channeling the relationship, it may be like a river without boundaries. The river that lacks boundaries will have no end result and will go in every direction, where as the river with boundaries will flow more smoothly and have a place where it inevitably ends. For Christian relationships this inevitable end is Heaven, and the boundaries that keep us steady on that path are our virtues. Chastity is a biggie. These boundaries aren’t meant to be restrictive, but rather they allow freedom to exist in the relationship. The freedom to leave the relationship if it’s not a good fit because you aren’t physically attached, or the freedom to choose the path to sanctification which is the path of chastity with your beloved. Our Lord asks not only, “Will you accept this rose?” … But asks…”Will you accept both this rose AND these thorns?”

How will you respond?

“If there is any encouragement in Christ, any solace in love, any participation in the Spirit, any compassion and mercy,complete my joy by being of the same mind, with the same love, united in heart, thinking one thing.
Do nothing out of selfishness or out of vainglory; rather, humbly regard others as more important than yourselves, each looking out not for his own interests, but everyone for those of others. Have among yourselves the same attitude that is also yours in Christ Jesus, Who, though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God something to be grasped.” Philippians 2: 1-6

365 Days of Love Notes | Take 4

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July 14th through July 19th

Monday

-On Monday my day began with watching my little nephew Miles. Because my grandma from Texas was in I was able to watch the little man! Playing hide and seek with him literally brings out the child in me. He shows me the love of a child so transparently and taught me the love that Our Lord must have for His children.

Tuesday

-On Tuesday I grabbed a cup of coffee with a friend of mine! Our Lord was showing me the fruits of continuing to work in His vineyard.

Wednesday

-On Wednesday I enjoyed a day with my baby niece and nephews!!

Thursday

-On Thursday I had some much needed an exciting news for my new modesty project 30 days modesty challenge! Keep a lookout for the details 🙂 Check out my blog “30 Day Modesty Challenge” for more info and consider joining me in this challenge!

Friday

-On Friday I had a date night with my boy! It included a nice gluten free dinner (still getting used to him being gluten free), a walk, some live music, and an awesome fireside chat with my sister and her boyfriend.

Saturday

– On Saturday it was eventful! I went on a beautiful (but tiring) hike with my boy! Which included an embarrassing bloody nose moment where I learned how modest TRULY is hottest. My bloody nose got my t-shirt all bloody and the only other shirt I had with me was a waterproof jacket. I had to wear that in 90 degree weather…. One word… HOT. But Gods beauty and the conversation I was able to have with my handsome guy made that day pretty awesome! Along with a pretty wonderful gender reveal party for my older sister! Guess what? I’m going to have another baby NEPHEW! Fun fun stuff!

Sunday

– Sunday. Beautiful relaxing day where I got to worship The Lord I love and hang out with my family! Also, I watched the movie “Gimme Shelter”. If you haven’t seen it…. Do it. Seriously. I’ll be writing a blog review on it! Keep on the lookout!