We Beseech You Our Lord, Thursday’s Prayer for Priests


My God, I pray for all your priests and beseech you to sanctify them.  Let them love their sacrifice deeply so that they may live it lovingly. I beg you, grant them obedience, a spirit of detachment, a chastity which is constant and true, a spirit of self-denial, humility, sweetness, zeal and dedication. I beg you that all those who may approach them may leave them with a greater love for you.  My God, I pray that through them your kingdom on earth may grow and be strengthened.  O Jesus, I promise with all my heart to sacrifice myself with you. Amen.

~Canon Formingao

Interior Garden, EWTN Women of Grace


I was invited to be on Women of Grace for this week’s five episodes,  August 27-31, 2018.

Maybe you saw the Interior Garden programs on TV.

If not, here is the link  http://ht.ly/TyEQ30lzlVU

I experienced Johnette to be more than a professional, having a delightful and special ease about her that brought me, a recluse, beyond my fears of being on Women of Grace.  I was, and am, grateful and humbled.

Do Not Be Discouraged, Tuesday’s Prayer for Sisters and Nuns


Blessed Virgin Mary, pray with us this day for our Sisters and Nuns. In the face of unending need, let them not be discouraged but always serve with joy. Let their hearts, so often moved with pity, always reveal their devotion to your Son. May their faith in Him help them to persevere through seemingly insurmountable tasks.  Guide them Mother, encourage them in their desire to love, as God loves, in a world that often does not love back. In Jesus name we pray. Amen.

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St. Joseph, Terror of Demons, Protect Our Priests


More than ever we need to support our priests; the many who are good that will be publicly ridiculed for the sins they did not commit. These men are now called to a radical holiness, and placed in the direct line of fire from all that is evil and ugly.

In the Litany of St. Joseph, he is named The Terror of Demons, he is also called the protector of the Church, the Bride of Christ. Our priests are part of this body, this Bride that has been tripped and sullied.

In this time of scandal, let us pray for our holy priests by name—our pastors and associates, including our deacons and seminarians at our home parish. Let us openly encourage and support them for the role they must play in the healing to come, and the new generation of saints they must lead.

Saint Joseph, I present to you this day Father (N.), priest of Jesus Christ, and beg you to be to him advocate and defender, counselor and friend. Open your heart to him as you opened your home to the Virgin Mother in her hour of need. Protect his holy priesthood as you protected the life of the Infant Christ threatened by cruel Herod.

In darkness bring him light; in weakness, strength, and in fear the peace that passes understanding. For the sake of the tender love that bound you to the Virgin Mary and the Infant Christ, be for him, Saint Joseph, a constant intercessor and a shield against every danger of body, mind, and soul so that, in spite of his weaknesses and sins, his priesthood may bring glory to Christ and serve to increase the beauty of holiness in his bride the Church.

Prayer from The Raccolta.

St. Michael the Archangel, protect them in this battle.

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Blessings and the Hummingbird


It was mid-morning and the sun had finally dissolved the fog from the cool damp night. I saw that some of the leaves still glistened with dampness.

Making the bed I pulled the white and periwinkle quilt up and over the pillows and glanced out the upstairs window. The blue Rose-of-Sharon grows just below. Moving about the blossoms was a Ruby Throated Hummingbird.

He seemed to be moving a bit slower—maybe the cool night slowed him down. During the summer the hummers tend to dart about the gardens, frenetic in their search for food. On this morning the little guy was more systematic, feeding steadily from one group of blossoms before moving on to the next. I suspected he was laboring to build up reserves for his migratory journey south.

Labor, lavoro, arbeit, labeur, trabajo, no matter what language, it is to toil, to strive towards a goal, to work for gain. Like most people, I associate labor with something tangible. The little hummer was acquiring food.

Lately I have been reflecting on soulful laboring. It too is for gain…of peace in love.

I work daily to accept changes in my life. Aging is normal, premature aging is annoying. What I gain in working to accept, is a drawing closer to Our Lord. In moving nearer I’ve discovered he has blessed me with the gift of blessing others who come to my aid.

We’ve all heard that it is better to give than to receive, and I have adjusted my views of being a recipient. To willingly accept someone’s gift of assistance is to double the blessing for the giver. It kind of goes like this: The essence of kindness and generosity, which are two Fruits of the Spirit, are expressed through a great desire to do good for others. It is in the fulfilling as well as in the desiring to give that these fruits grow. This virtue runs throughout the Bible and we first read of it in Genesis 18 when Abraham saw three men in the hot sun and “ran from his tent” begging them for the favor to serve them—for them to bless him in his ability to come to their aid. We see this same yearning to assist when Mary “goes in great haste” to the pregnant Elizabeth to assist the aged woman, and Elizabeth blesses her.

What I have found happening in my little corner of the world is that by being blessed with someone’s help—they being first blessed by the Holy Spirit to act—I bless them secondly for their loving deed. They grow in holiness and I grow as well by letting go of self deprecating thoughts. To be generous with myself, as my abilities are redefined, can be a chore. To be kind and gentle applies not only to our words and deeds with others, but to our interior dialog as well.

There are those who unexpectedly assist me—reaching for products over my head, carrying heavy boxes of kitty-litter, lifting cumbersome bags of groceries into the back of the car. Of course I thank them, but I go one step further and ask their name. There are few things sweeter to the soul than to hear one’s name spoken in a blessing or prayer. For a moment in time those words, wrapped safely around someone’s name, infuse peace and the purest joy.

To be acknowledged is to feel purposeful in your work. To be blessed for your blessing of help is to acquire a piece of heaven on earth…and gain nourishment for the journey ahead.


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