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And at the end of the day, remember always to

Thank Who Matters!



Every year we celebrate the feast of St. Patrick.

We feast on foods, some of which have nothing to do with Irish tradition. We drink green beer, we march in parades – or in the case of 2014 in Boston, we fight about marching in parades. Leave it to Boston to host a fight around the feast of St. Patrick – there’s a true Irish tradition.

But as we get drunk and rowdy, giving bad name to a holy-day, a saint, and in some cases, a school, how much do we know about St. Patrick.

Did you know:


  • St. Patrick was one of the world’s most popular saints
  • He was born at Kilpatrick, near Dumbarton, in Scotland, in the year 387
  • As a boy of fourteen or so, he was captured during a raiding party and taken to Ireland as a slave to herd and tend sheep.
  • During his captivity, he turned to God in prayer
  • Patrick’s captivity lasted until he was twenty, when he escaped after having a dream from God in which he was told to leave Ireland by going to the coast. There he found some sailors who took him back to Britain, where he reunited with his family.
  • He had another dream in which the people of Ireland were calling out to him “We beg you, holy youth, to come and walk among us once more.”
  • He began his studies for the priesthood.
  • Later, Patrick was ordained a bishop, and was sent to take the Gospel to Ireland. Patrick began preaching the Gospel throughout Ireland, converting many. Patrick preached and converted all of Ireland for 40 years. He worked many miracles and wrote of his love for God in Confessions. After years of living in poverty, traveling and enduring much suffering he died March 17, 461.

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Patrick used the shamrock to explain the Trinity, and has been associated with him and the Irish since that time.

Saint Patrick was a humble, pious, gentle man, whose love and total devotion to and trust in God should be a shining example to each of us. He feared nothing, not even death, so complete was his trust in God, and of the importance of his mission.

You can read a bit more about Dublin, Ireland here and more about Saint Patrick here.

And I’ll leave you on this lovely day with a beautiful song with a Celtic beat and a biblical story. Take a moment to listen. The story, the artist, the conviction. It’s just warming.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you!

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“Where were you God?”

“How could you let this happen?”

“Why is your world like this?”


They’re questions on everyone’s lips, in everyone’s hearts.


God’s world isn’t like this. Man’s world is.

God was in heaven preparing for their arrival, for HE knew what MAN was about to do.

With the heaviest of hearts, HE prepared the grandest of feasts, called forth all the angels to form an arch of wings at heaven’s entryway.

Saint Christopher, patron saint of travel, was called on to guide their safe return home. Saint Nicholas, the patron saint of children (and the character behind the Santa Claus fable) was called upon to greet them with the grandest of gifts – peace, love and freedom from the wreck of a world from which they came. Harps played, bells rang, angels sang.


Unfortunately, MAN has been ridiculously panicking over the 12-21-2012 end of the world prediction.

Wake Up ! The world isn’t ending on 12-21-2012. The world, as we know it, as we knew it, is ending. And it’s not going to happen ON 12/21. It’s been happening for quite a while. Take a look around you. Can’t you see?

Maybe not. Maybe that’s why these children chose to return home in such a humanly horrific fashion, to shed light on the horror of mankind. THEY are safe. But are we? Will we continue to act in such violent disdain?

Candlelight vigils need to stay burning ad infinitum. What good are these horrific sacrifices, what good are these candlelight vigils if they don’t help man see that change needs to take place.


The assailant, his mother, the teachers, the children, they are gone and will be sorely missed. But THEY are safe. It truly is man who is in horrible pain, not in grieving for these acts, but in their everyday acts.

Do you wave to your neighbor then sleep with his wife?
Do you grieve over this massacre then yell at your own?
Do you support the tabloids and the demise of human lives they destroy?
Do you receive his body then silently condemn the congregation?
Will you sit at your Christmas feast and chew on your relatives?

As you go about your day today tying up loose strings to your holiday preparations, take note of your actions. Will you continue to honk at people on the roadways, curse at and cut them off? Will you continue to witness tired, frazzled children being reprimanded for acting out in exhaustion after hours of ‘shopping that must be done’? Will you utter ‘oh this tragedy is horrible, we need to do something’? Will you DO SOMETHING? Will you continue to contribute to a world gone a muck or have you finally seen the light?

Don’t let these children’s courageous sacrificial acts be in vain. Don’t let this tragedy (at Sandy Hook Elementary) be just another in a list of horrible headlines.


“Where was GOD”, you ask?

HE was in heaven, heavy-hearted, preparing the arrival of our most precious gift, the child. He was preparing the grandest of thank yous to these victims/these children, for the courageous role they played in helping mankind see that they need to change.

How sad that they had to go through such measures to shine a light on us.


December 21, 2012 is merely days away. Let this be the final act that enlightens man that the world as we know it must change to one of . . . LOVE!

The children of Sandy Hook have spoken. Did you really hear their cries? Did they get through to you?


Love One Another” isn’t just a cool bumper sticker. It’s a necessity and it’s way overdue.


The day, the events, the footage all speak for itself. So many lost, so many affected and so many, I’m sure, still suffering.

As we take a moment today to remember that tragic day of September 11, 2001, let it remind us of what matters, what’s precious, and embrace those things – each other – daily.

It’s difficult to watch this video. It’s frightening. It’s sad. But I can watch it by choice. There are others who watch it daily in their minds without choice.

But let’s stand united today in memory of that fateful day 11 years ago. Let the video remind us of the preciousness of life and what happened that day. And then, if you would, share a story in comments of “Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning” and let’s stand together united in memory.

Where Were YOU When the World Stopped Turning . . .

I was in the produce aisle at Market Basket, Burlington, MA when all of a sudden people stopped short in their tracks and simply stared wide-eyed at each other. The moment is frozen in my mind. I left the market and drove to the high school where both my sons were attending and just sat outside crying … for the world’s losses, for the fear running through my body and for the two most beautiful gifts I’ve ever received in my life, my two sons, safe and sound in classrooms. They arrived safely home from school that afternoon and we all sat quietly together staring at the horror unfolding on the television before us and the world around us.

Never forget 9/11 – but also, never forget those that matter in your life because THEY are all that matters.

In memory of everyone and everything affected by this tragic day, including how blessed I felt to be a mother and for my two sons being safe and to Jason DiBlasi whose life so changed so shortly thereafter, God Bless and God be with you !

To the world – I LOVE YOU !

To my sons, Robert and Eric,  I LOVE YOU MORE !!!

To our service men and women everywhere, God Bless you, God be with you.

And to God – thank you – my gratitude for all you’ve given me is non-descript. It is in you I trust.


I decided today I would take a very serious moment to honor myself. Not in an egotistical way but in an extremely grateful way.

It seems lately as I tune in to both the daily news and my surroundings, there is one horror story after another, one struggle after another.

  • armed robberies
  • missing children
  • murdered children
  • natural disasters
  • personal struggles
  • addictions
  • accidents
  • unemployment
  • rage
  • violence
  • bullying
  • and the list goes on . . .

Now I have my to do list and I take my dreams, goals and purpose seriously. But when I take a look at what I have, physically, emotionally, financially, spiritually and personally and I then take a look at some of the struggles others are faced with, some quite horrific, but all just as important to the person experiencing the struggle, my list pales in comparison.

And while I don’t mean to dismiss my Personal To Do List of Goals as trivial, I would like to take a moment to acknowledge and express gratitude for the blessings that have been bestowed upon me, the good health and the Good Lord watching over everything I do.

It’s easy to take blessings for granted when they are thankfully the norm in your life. I don’t ever want to undermine my gratitude for all I have and for all that I’m able to do.

Thank you GOD. I take thee not for granted. I am seriously grateful for everything and just want to express that gratitude.


A very good reminder not to dwell on the problem . . . because when you’ve got God on your side, nothing is a problem.

The photo came through my newsfeed from the facebook page of scientist, visionary and author Gregg Braden.

Be Not Afraid, HE Stands Before You Always