Sunday, June 7, 2020

Noli me tangere

“Noli me tangere” translates roughly to “Don’t touch me”. 

It’s my Irish family motto from my grandmother’s side. I always laughed because I thought it literally meant don’t touch me. After having a rough afternoon and having a really good late night conversation with my sister, I think I understand this saying. It means “Don’t mess with me”. We are a fiercely close and loyal bunch. Our default is to be happy go lucky because we generally love people, and we all seek to help others and enrich the lives of those around us. We know the value and importance of each member of our our family, and we love each other. 

If anyone impedes on one our family members happiness, we will give our warning “Noli me tangere”. I suggest you take it. Or else you will have some of the smartest people in different areas of expertise working against you to bring you to your knees.

Friday, May 15, 2020

World IBD Day 2020

For world IBD (Inflammatory Bowel Disease) Day on Tuesday, I want to talk about a different aspect about having IBD since I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis(a form of IBD) almost 3 years ago. I want to talk about fear. 😱 Continue if you would like to read a novel πŸ˜›

There are many big fears with having IBD(starting with it being a chronic illness, so I’ll have it for the rest of my life because there isn’t a true cure). When I was first diagnosed, I was sick for a rough couple months and then in the hospital for two weeks. My parents and my family actually didn’t think that I was going to make it out. My mom even brought in my campus priest to give me the anointing of the sick✝️(Catholic sacrament generally reserved for those about to die- with some exceptions). Then when I was starting to get better at the end of the two weeks, my mom wanted to take me back to Idaho Falls and take me away from my friends and faith community in Boise. I didn’t even know if I would be able to care for myself let alone hold down a job with all of the symptoms I was experiencing.

Even now with being in remission and leading a rather ‘ordinary’ life, there are still fears of flaring up again or my immune system building up an immunity to the medication I am taking or even the possibility of having my colon removed down the line.

Then are my own personal fears such as being afraid of needles. I once passed out in class in elementary school because there was a picture of a needle in a science book. I thought it was be something I would grow out of or even get used to, but I still have to lie down and look away when I get my blood drawn or get an infusion. I am also wary of people treating me differently when they find out I have a chronic illness or not understanding when I get sick from the medication I take to stop my intestines from attacking itself.

Fear will paralyze you if you let it. I learned rather quickly that living in fear is no way to live your life. πŸ™…πŸΌ‍♀️I’m reminded of the quote “You can’t let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game”. Having Ulcerative Colitis is a part of my life, but I am not defined by it and it isn’t going to stop me from living my life. I know that whenever I am afraid that I need to lean more on God and trust that he is going to be with me every step of my journey.

I don’t know the journey ahead and I’m sure there will be plenty of fears to face in the years to come, but I trust that God is going work through them to help me and others grow closer to Him. He even says in the bible many times, “Be Not Afraid.”
My advice for when you are facing you fear would be 1) prayer & trustπŸ™πŸ» & 2) The quote my family imbedded forever in my mind “ you only need 10 seconds of insane courage and then run like hell”. Something good always comes out good when you try to act courageously- even if it is only that you are just a smidge less afraid the next time you have to face your fear.
Remember-we all have our own crosses we bare during our lives, so please don’t compare mine to your own. No matter-what we all are so very loved and valued by God❤️


Monday, December 2, 2019

Joyful Suffering : ( :

I've been trying to figure out what I want to talk about this year for IBD Awareness week and the 2nd anniversary of being officially in remission from Ulcerative Colitis.

In conjunction with other life events, I think the most fitting topic is joyful suffering.

Speakers give talks about it at conferences and retreats, but they never made sense to me. Truly the only thought that would come to mind is the Harry Potter scene in the Prisoner of Azkaban where Ron says, " You're going to suffer, but you'll be happy about it." I always left those talks more confused with the idea that joyful suffering meant that whenever something bad happens, you are supposed to have this big smile on your face.

I do not think that anymore.

I am part of a small women's faith group over this past year, and I have had the opportunity to make friends with another lady who also has a chronic illness. It has been lovely to bond over digestive issues, food restrictions, and current medications. We were talking at one of our women's group nights about our illnesses, and she mentioned that she is grateful that she has her illness because she knows she can handle it. I wholeheartedly agreed with her. I even refer to my journey as a cleansing fire because it sorted out the people and decisions in my life, and helped me recenter on what is important in life.

Then skip ahead a couple weeks to another women's group I was hosting that I felt like was going off the rails(but really it was going exactly where the Holy Spirit was leading) and I found myself at the end of the night going through the Catechism of the Catholic Church. I was in a super deep dive after everyone left, and I found myself looking up the Anointing of the Sick sacrament. While I was in the hospital when I was first diagnosed June 2017, my priest visited me and gave me the Anointing of the Sick(which is supposed to be one of the last things that a priest does before someone dies, but it can be given in other instances).

I don't need to get in the nitty gritty of the sacrament if you want to brush up on it here is an online version: http://www.vatican.va/archive/ENG0015/_INDEX.HTM

But here is what it says about the Effects fo the Celebration of This Sacrament[Anointing of the Sick]
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A particular give of the Holy Spirit. The first grace of this sacrament is one of strengthening, peace, and courage to overcome the difficulties that go with the condition of serious illness or the frailty of old age...
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Union with the passion of Christ... Suffering, a consequence of original sin, acquire a new meaning; it becomes a participation in the saving work of Jesus.
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An ecclesial grace... By celebrating this sacrament the Church, in communion of saints, intercedes for the benefit of the sick person, and she for her part, through the grace of this sacrament, contributes to the sanctification of the Church and to the good of all men for whom the Church suffers and offers herself through Christ to God the Father.

Now what does that mean?

No idea. lol it does make me feel like I have some BA superpowers though.

I found it consoling as to the experience I've had with my illness and I do think that I got another dose of the Holy Spirit that has helped me come to terms with my illness and understand Jesus's passion on the cross.

I got to thinking about joyful suffering in relation to Jesus's passion and how I could apply it to my own life.

I don't think this is something you can really advise someone when they are going through a hard time. I think that you honestly have to work up to it spiritually or else it doesn't make sense.

I didn't know that I even could do joyful suffering until recently, and I don't even know if I'm doing it 'right'.

My family is going through a hard time where there is a lot of pain and confusion.

When I found out what was going on, all I could think to God is why? Which is the same question I had when I got my diagnosis. Why me? Why now? Why this?

This time, I could actually talk to God about it. I ended up going up into the foothills and watched the sun set over the horizon and just pray. All I could think about is St. Faustina. Lord, I trust in You. Lord, I trust in You. Over and Over again until I could somewhat believe what I was saying.

I drove home and got to thinking about the theology on tap the next night and was deciding whether or not to go to it. The topic of the evening was "Gratitude Cafe" a night of gratitude for the Thanksgiving spirit. I didn't know if I would go. I did not feel grateful for the situation I found myself a part in. I brought myself to read the small except I had prepared for the Gratitude Cafe and it helped me pray.

Here is the little blurb I had prepared from a previous talk I gave back in sophomore year of college:

Gratitude is easy when everything goes well. Like when Jesus was able to feed all
of the 5000 people on the mountain even though he only had 5 loaves of bread and
two fish. It can be hard to be grateful when things don’t go as planned. But we are
called to give thanks in all circumstances. There is an autobiography called the
Hiding Place. Two sisters are sent to a concentration camp. The bunks where these
two girls were staying was infested with lice. One of the sisters was upset about
having lice, but the other sister said that they should be grateful for everything-
even the lice. They found out later that the guards were raping all of the other girls, but not the two sisters because they had lice.

God has a plan beyond what we can understand. When everything seems like it is
falling apart that’s when God is putting things together just the way he wants it. As Mother Teresa said, “ God has not called me to be successful, he called me to be
faithful.” We have to accept that God’s will, will be done. We should accept that
because of our trust for him. It really boils down that God loves us and he wants the best for us. Even though we can’t see the big picture we should be grateful.

Later that evening I was able to talk to one of my sister's about the situation. It was humbling to be able to pray together, and give it all over to God, and trust that he is going to work through this situation.

So that joyful suffering thing. I couldn't find it in the catechism, so I'll give it my best go-

Joyful suffering means to fully acknowledge your feelings(the sadness, anger, worry), but to also have the awareness and trust that God is going to use whatever situation for his glory and for goodness. Joyful suffering is being within the fire and knowing that the pain with ease even though it will take time. Joyful suffering is hope that you will come out better on the other end.

This falls in line with the current bible study I am participating in. Father Dom is going through the Book of Revelation- which talks about the Apocalypse. We receently discussed chapters 5 & 6, which go into detail about our predestination of Glory and our disorders that were not suppressed in baptism.

We got to talking about Christ's wounds and whether or not he has them now he is in Heaven. Father Dom said that he does(and it's in the Bible when Jesus visits the disciples in the Upper Room and Thomas touches his wounds). He has his wounds because they helped him have his victory to be able to fully glorify God.

Therefore, our own wounds( our disfiguredness/disorders/insecurities) help us share in his victory if we let them. Every time we use a trial we are facing to Hope more in Christ- it is a victory of Christ and we recover a capacity of love. We choose in Hope (in Christ) to keep loving means that we choose to be fully alive(and choose to love) because of Christ.

Then this helps us with our predestination of Glory. Our mission on Earth is the same as Christ's mission- to glorify the God. We are able to glorify God when we bear fruits(John 15). When we choose to love and hope then we are able to glorify God. Christ is offering his glory when you bear your cross, and bear it in hope and trust in God.

Thank you and Happy IBD Awareness Week! 2.5 years down- a lifetime to go!

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Head to the Heart #1

What do you do when the silence comes?

Do you try to break it with laughter?
or do you think it is something that needs to be fixed?

Why don't we see silence as much a gift as noise?

each have their place.
neither greater than the other.

Do your ears tune themselves to the creaky building?
or the clinking of silverware on plates?

Do you find that you must talk to yourself out loud to compensate?
do you write all of your random thoughts in a journal so you don't drown in the ear splitting soundless ness.

Why don't you breathe.
                 take a second
                         and
                         
                               breathe.

The world is full of sounds
                            of thoughts
                            of distractions

                 take a second
                         and
                         
                               breathe.

And when you breathe

                                    pray.

Now not the normal prayer
                     Dear God
                           or
                     Hail Mary

Pray in the silence
                  empty your mind
give yourself the freedom to not think

Once you are free from thought
          ask God to come in.

He'll take it from there.

Head to the Heart #5

Have you ever felt so in tune
with God
that all of the cells in your body

Sway in praise?

and your body is left
tingling
even after the moment has passed?

Head to the Heart #4

Adoration.


through the incense
and the tears
throughout the prayers

sometimes

there is a glimmer

for half a second

that the host
is truly something more divine.

Head to the Heart #3

Where was God for you?

           for me it was
                a reflection
                   a conversation
                      a sound