Monday, August 20, 2018

My Thoughts // Sursum Corda 2018


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One word to describe my experience?  Learning.  Sursum Corda for me was a learning curve……..I went into it focused on the social aspect of it: meeting new people, creating life-long friendships, and just having fun.

I came out with a whole-different view.  I never believed before that certain events could actually “change your life.”  Sure, it’s something people say, but I always thought they were just being over dramatic.  Well, I was wrong.  Certain events can change your life and Sursum Corda did that for me.  It was everything I needed combined into a 4 day retreat.  

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The social aspect.  Oh, I was in my glory!  I’m an extrovert, just also extremely turbulent about it (thus, it may seem I am shy but I’m actually not…..but I digress), and so just the knowledge that I was surrounded by new people I’ve never met before in my life was completely thrilling to me (and I spent the entire retreat soaking it all in).  God really blessed me with it all, giving me the opportunity to almost constantly be around people and also giving me a friend who made sure I was safe the whole-time.  God blessed me with another gift: a good nudge to leave my turbulence behind and to be extroverted without fear of rejection or what people may think of me.  I really broke out of my comfort zone and had fun…….and it was hard and amazing.  I wouldn't say I met any close friends......but that's perfectly fine with me!  I met a lot of people who were very interesting to talk to and it was more then satisfying :) 

The spiritual aspect.  I learned so much during those 4 days.  I was forced to trust God more then I’ve ever needed to trust Him.  I was given hard crosses yet the greatest joys.  I was stripped bare even while grace was poured into my soul.  I was forced to realize the TRUTH about so many different things.  I struggled with my faults (pride, vanity, ect.) only to realize that this was the way, my way, to Heaven.  I realized even more why my vocation is to the family.  It was a sharp wake-up call to reality.  

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Coming back home was hard…….I just didn’t want to go back.  I was afraid I’d loose the good habits I had fallen into, forget what I learned, and most importantly, loose the desire I had to learn more about my Faith.  I didn’t want to leave the people I was surrounded by, the Canon’s spiritual direction for us all, or the freedom I had experience by being there on my own (something I’ve never experienced before).

I came home and have floundered ever since.  I knew I didn’t want to go back to the life I had before in which my Faith was weak and I basically accomplished little other then my job and a few house-hold duties.  No.  I wanted to make a change.  I’m still trying to figure out what I’m going to do.  Thankfully, shortly after coming back home, I left again for northern Wisconsin, a place I’ve loved every since being a tiny little thing and visiting my relatives…..and so I was given a little bumper time.  

So yes, I’m back home, ready for a change.  As I’m fast approaching my 20’s, I’m finally ready to become more independent.  What that means, well, we’ll have to see.    

To be honest, I’m not sure why I’m writing this all down.  I sometimes hesitate writing about things like this because it makes it seem like I’m some perfect, quiet, humble angel who never does anything wrong and spends all day meditating on the higher things of life.  

Um…….ya, no.

By now, I’m sure you’ve you realized I have this thing about being truthful about who I am :)  I guess you would say it’s one of my pet peeves.  Ya, I’m farther from being an angel then the worst, most unpleasant person you know.  I very much struggle with pride and vanity and “quiet” has never been a word that has been used to describe me.  I’m over-dramatic, over-the-top, loud, mistake-making me.  If I seem like an angel, rub your eyes: it’s just a delusion.  Holiness is something I struggle for.

Right now, these are these two songs going through my mind.  I've been listening to them for a couple of weeks now and they'll always remind me of the end of this summer:



God bless you all!


In the Immaculate Heart of Mary,



Emma
  

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Ladysmith WI photo dump

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Hi all!  Yesterday we drove up to my Grandma's in Ladysmith, Wisconsin (north-western part of the state).  Sorry if I bore you all with millions of pictures and endless commentary that only means something to myself :) 


Leaving in my favorite weather.




Augusta, WI.  I always hope to see Amish.


I wasn't disappointed.



57 miles to go!


The skies kept clearing up the more north we went *heart*.  I love up north, even if it's a ghost-town I'm visiting (the rest of my family does not share my sentiment).    


My favorite spot at Grandma's.  It's here I usually write.

 

If you want to know what happened, you'll have to ask sister #5 who was with me (I won't say a name 😁).  


True, true.



Yesterday evening, Dad and I went on a walk.


The setting sun was perfect for pictures.










I feel like you could base a book off of this old door.  


This use to be a grocery store back in the day and it just so happens to be the first place my Dad ever worked at.


An old, empty church of some sort (I don't think it was Catholic).










I loved the wooden side-walk.





One of the nicer homes.






This playground is full of memories.  My siblings and I (when we were all little tots) use to spend so much time playing here......swinging on the swings, running up and down the "fire-truck," playing tag, or daring each other to do crazy stuff.


The old baseball diamond that Dad use to play at as a boy.


It seems like yesterday my oldest brother was trying to convince us girls to play basketball with him (it never worked).



This morning Grandma, Claire, and I headed out to the grocery store.  Fooling around while we waited for Grandma :)




After we got out of the store, Claire and I realized that we could walk over to the retail store.......so we hurried across the parking lot while stuffing a quick doughnut in our faces (I know, the perfect picture of feminine elegance).........shopping at Connections over breakfast any day!


Waiting for our ride.


We stopped at the farmer's market on the way back to Grandma's.






I convinced Dad to drop Claire and I off at the library so I could post these pictures.......bad timing, I guess.


........and here I am.