There for You
By: The Undeserving
I'll be there for you when the sky falls down
I'll be there for you when no one's around
I'll be there for you when there's no way out
and you're down
and you frown
I know life won't go your way
and you never know what to say
when you have nothing left
I'll still love you more
I'll be there for you through your deepest fears
I'll be there for you 'till the smoke clears
I'll be there for you when you see no end
and your friends
are all gone
I know life won't go your way
and you never know what to say
when you have nothing left
I'll still love you more
You could turn your back or
run a thousand miles away
I'll be waiting for you
with nothing left to say but
I'll be there for you when nothing can go wrong
I'll be there for you when you sing a joyful song
I'll be there for you when your smile lights the room
and your gloom is all gone
I know life won't go your way
and you never know what to say
when you have nothing left
I'll still love you more
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
tonight
Nice to be back at home. I've been staying at my aunt's all week because my parents and youngest sister were in Germany for a robotics competition. Their group is the only one from the States. I'm proud, but I've missed home. A lot.
I just cam home from the ProLife youth conference I've been helping to organize. Kinda disappointed in the turn out from my high school. The conference was really good. Great people. Awesomest concert I've ever been to: Obsidian Crush and The Undeserving. Really good speakers: Jennifer Miller (BioEthics International), Jason Jones (Producer of Bella), and Sean Carney (40 Days for Life) were my favorites. I heard a moving song by Life Rock. I heard an incredible story told by a 19-year-old girl. It went something like this: In Baton Rouge, a teenage girl found she was pregnant. She tells her boyfriend who responds by telling her she needs an abortion. Sitting in the abortion clinic, alone, waiting for the abortionist to come in, the girl feels confusion. Someone, not the abortionist, comes in all of a sudden, looks around the room, finds nothing unusual, and sits down nest to the girl. She says she has no idea why she is there. She doesn't work at the abortion clinic, she's not normally there. This is unusual for her, but she says that she believes God wanted her to come into this room. She does not know why, but she sees that it is to talk to the young girl waiting for the abortionist. The girl who came into the room randomly hands the other a brochure on the dignity of the human person. She tells the frightened girl that her baby is destined to do great things and speak to thousand of people. The confused girl reads the brochure, leaves the abortion clinic, goes home, and informs her boyfriend that she is going to have the baby with or without him. She travels to her home in Michigan, pours her heart out to her mom and they weep together. Her mom supports her decision, she carries the baby full term, and the baby turns out to be the 19-year-old girl telling the story. She said that if we are going to remember any one thing from her talk, let it be the truth that God has a plan for each individual in the room, and that everyone as a human is marked with the seal of His love.
Proud to be a part of this. Many thanks to many people for organizing this event. Many thanks to all who came. Many thanks to all a part of the pro-life movement. Persist. Please.
Hope the Invisible Children Rescue is going well.
Please pray! Our best and most effective weapons are the Rosary and the Sacraments, most importantly the Eucharist. Our shields are Our Lady's scapular and the truth.
Life Will Triumph.
I just cam home from the ProLife youth conference I've been helping to organize. Kinda disappointed in the turn out from my high school. The conference was really good. Great people. Awesomest concert I've ever been to: Obsidian Crush and The Undeserving. Really good speakers: Jennifer Miller (BioEthics International), Jason Jones (Producer of Bella), and Sean Carney (40 Days for Life) were my favorites. I heard a moving song by Life Rock. I heard an incredible story told by a 19-year-old girl. It went something like this: In Baton Rouge, a teenage girl found she was pregnant. She tells her boyfriend who responds by telling her she needs an abortion. Sitting in the abortion clinic, alone, waiting for the abortionist to come in, the girl feels confusion. Someone, not the abortionist, comes in all of a sudden, looks around the room, finds nothing unusual, and sits down nest to the girl. She says she has no idea why she is there. She doesn't work at the abortion clinic, she's not normally there. This is unusual for her, but she says that she believes God wanted her to come into this room. She does not know why, but she sees that it is to talk to the young girl waiting for the abortionist. The girl who came into the room randomly hands the other a brochure on the dignity of the human person. She tells the frightened girl that her baby is destined to do great things and speak to thousand of people. The confused girl reads the brochure, leaves the abortion clinic, goes home, and informs her boyfriend that she is going to have the baby with or without him. She travels to her home in Michigan, pours her heart out to her mom and they weep together. Her mom supports her decision, she carries the baby full term, and the baby turns out to be the 19-year-old girl telling the story. She said that if we are going to remember any one thing from her talk, let it be the truth that God has a plan for each individual in the room, and that everyone as a human is marked with the seal of His love.
Proud to be a part of this. Many thanks to many people for organizing this event. Many thanks to all who came. Many thanks to all a part of the pro-life movement. Persist. Please.
Hope the Invisible Children Rescue is going well.
Please pray! Our best and most effective weapons are the Rosary and the Sacraments, most importantly the Eucharist. Our shields are Our Lady's scapular and the truth.
Life Will Triumph.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Today is Divine Mercy Sunday. This day is celebrated every year on the Sunday after Easter. As recorded in Saint Faustina's Diary, Jesus asked for this day to be acknowledged worldwide so that the ocean of His Divine Mercy may be opened to everyone on this day. Everything He does for humanity, whether it be just or merciful, He does out of love. After death, we are subject to God's justice becuase it is too late for us to repent. He wants us to receive His mercy while we still can.
"I saw an Angel, the executor of God's wrath... about to strike the earth...I began to beg God earnestly for the world with words which I heard interiorly. As I prayed in this way, I saw the Angel's helplessness, and he could not carry out the just punishment...."
These words are found in the Diary of Saint Faustina. This Diary, btw, has been sold to millions worldwide. It is a very powerful book.
As part of today's feast, there is a plenary indulgence (your soul is no longer stained with sin if you do this indulgence). This indulgence entails that you have your confession heard, receive the Eucharist, and say the Chaplet of Divine Mercy.
It is a simple, beautiful indulgence that Christ asked of us, and the benefits are abundant.
peace,
sarah
"I saw an Angel, the executor of God's wrath... about to strike the earth...I began to beg God earnestly for the world with words which I heard interiorly. As I prayed in this way, I saw the Angel's helplessness, and he could not carry out the just punishment...."
These words are found in the Diary of Saint Faustina. This Diary, btw, has been sold to millions worldwide. It is a very powerful book.
As part of today's feast, there is a plenary indulgence (your soul is no longer stained with sin if you do this indulgence). This indulgence entails that you have your confession heard, receive the Eucharist, and say the Chaplet of Divine Mercy.
It is a simple, beautiful indulgence that Christ asked of us, and the benefits are abundant.
peace,
sarah
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
An Easter Prayer for Life
This prayer was emailed to me. It is meant to be said everyday for the 50 days after Easter, until Pentecost, but you can say it once right now if you only have a moment to spare or you forget or whatever. No prayer goes unheard.
An Easter Prayer for Life
Every prayer is beautiful and powerful. Please pray.
An Easter Prayer for Life
Every prayer is beautiful and powerful. Please pray.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Invisible Children
So, I was just following SwitchFoot on Twitter and decided to look up Invisible Children again.
Invisible Children
The Rescue
I have stumbled across Invisible Children twice before. Every time I go on InvisibleChildren.com, the injustices I read about make me sick. It's an absolutely repulsive idea to me that although we do not necessarily look the same, share the same beleifs, or live on the same continent, the children of North Uganda are being abused in a way I'm not sure my imagination can match. We are all people. The only thing separating me from them is the ocean. The only reason this is happening to them and not me is chance. I happened to be born here. I got lucky. Here I sit with internet access, a hoodie, jeans, and boots, three half-full bottles of water on my desk, an electric lamp, and a boom box that's on even though the CD ended a while ago. Around this room I have materials for hobbies, a bookcase stuffed with books, blankets, posters, stuffed animals, and piles of laundry. My parents are downstairs, my sisters sleeping in the room next to mine. These children have been torn away from their families and everything they know and trust to learn and even become a part of a very cold life no one should live, much less a child. They learn violence, rape, murder, bloodshed, lies and distrust. This is all they come to know, and I feel very selfish that I know all this, yet here I sit, as if there was no more on my mind than an English paper. I know there is a reason for all of this, but I have no idea what it is. I don't know what I can do. I do know that becoming depressed by this, although it seems a logical response, accomplishes nothing. I do know that I have not been given these gifts just so I could take them for granted or to forfeit them, but to use them the best that I know how so I can grow and become the best person I can possibly be and also to touch other people's lives. I know that I can directly affect the lives of the people around me, and I know laughter is not a bad thing. I know that for the time being, until I have an action to make, the most I can do is stay informed and be aware and pray. I think these are key to all movements and all positions, so I will definitely practice them myself. For now, this is my passion and my call.
Invisible Children
The Rescue
I have stumbled across Invisible Children twice before. Every time I go on InvisibleChildren.com, the injustices I read about make me sick. It's an absolutely repulsive idea to me that although we do not necessarily look the same, share the same beleifs, or live on the same continent, the children of North Uganda are being abused in a way I'm not sure my imagination can match. We are all people. The only thing separating me from them is the ocean. The only reason this is happening to them and not me is chance. I happened to be born here. I got lucky. Here I sit with internet access, a hoodie, jeans, and boots, three half-full bottles of water on my desk, an electric lamp, and a boom box that's on even though the CD ended a while ago. Around this room I have materials for hobbies, a bookcase stuffed with books, blankets, posters, stuffed animals, and piles of laundry. My parents are downstairs, my sisters sleeping in the room next to mine. These children have been torn away from their families and everything they know and trust to learn and even become a part of a very cold life no one should live, much less a child. They learn violence, rape, murder, bloodshed, lies and distrust. This is all they come to know, and I feel very selfish that I know all this, yet here I sit, as if there was no more on my mind than an English paper. I know there is a reason for all of this, but I have no idea what it is. I don't know what I can do. I do know that becoming depressed by this, although it seems a logical response, accomplishes nothing. I do know that I have not been given these gifts just so I could take them for granted or to forfeit them, but to use them the best that I know how so I can grow and become the best person I can possibly be and also to touch other people's lives. I know that I can directly affect the lives of the people around me, and I know laughter is not a bad thing. I know that for the time being, until I have an action to make, the most I can do is stay informed and be aware and pray. I think these are key to all movements and all positions, so I will definitely practice them myself. For now, this is my passion and my call.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Terri Schiavo Novena
A Novena is a prayer that is said once a day, every day for nine consecutive days. It is usually for some purpose other than spiritual growth, but there are novenas for just about everything.
This is a novena for life. This prayer, you will notice, mentions Terri Schiavo. Terri is a young woman who married at a very young age. The prominent theory is that she was physically abused by her husband, and one day she fell over "a vegetable". After years of depending on a feeding tube, her husband wanted to remarry and successfully claimed legal custody over Terri from her parents. Against her parents' wishes, her husband had the feeding tube removed, and she starved to death over the course of days. This occurred a few years ago.
Lord God, I thank You today for the gift of my life,and for the lives of all my brothers and sisters. I know that life is always a good,and that it never loses its value when it is beset by weakness or injury. Lord, thank You for the life of Terri Schindler-Schiavo.Even in her suffering and death she revealed Your glory and truth that life is always sacred. As I remember Terri, I also commit myself to be active in the pro-life movement,and never to stop defending life until all my brothers and sisters are protected, and our nation once again becomes a nation with liberty and justice not just for some, but for all.Through Christ our Lord. Amen.
This is a novena for life. This prayer, you will notice, mentions Terri Schiavo. Terri is a young woman who married at a very young age. The prominent theory is that she was physically abused by her husband, and one day she fell over "a vegetable". After years of depending on a feeding tube, her husband wanted to remarry and successfully claimed legal custody over Terri from her parents. Against her parents' wishes, her husband had the feeding tube removed, and she starved to death over the course of days. This occurred a few years ago.
Lord God, I thank You today for the gift of my life,and for the lives of all my brothers and sisters. I know that life is always a good,and that it never loses its value when it is beset by weakness or injury. Lord, thank You for the life of Terri Schindler-Schiavo.Even in her suffering and death she revealed Your glory and truth that life is always sacred. As I remember Terri, I also commit myself to be active in the pro-life movement,and never to stop defending life until all my brothers and sisters are protected, and our nation once again becomes a nation with liberty and justice not just for some, but for all.Through Christ our Lord. Amen.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Breathe
song of the day: Breathe by Anberlin
vid of the day: after 40DaysforLife
idea of the day: Eventually, the storm will end and you will need to face what is left, whether it be the clear, green, fresh-watered grass and purified air around your small yet stable hut, or the rubble and remains of your proud and insecure mansion with its ashes filling the air and all the life around wiped out because of it. It's up to you. Weather your storms well!
The last week has been the most stressful week I can remember. It peaked last night when I could not focus no matter how hard I tried. But I did try. Maybe it was a waste of time, but I honestly did the best I could under the circumstances. Maybe, at the end of the day, that's all that really matters. Maybe the honest beggar respects himself (and in turn, others) more than any lying billionaire. Maybe it's easier to feel whole once you've been broken. Maybe it's easier to feel loved once you've been hated. Maybe it's better to love. Maybe that's all that's asked of us.
peace,
sarah
vid of the day: after 40DaysforLife
idea of the day: Eventually, the storm will end and you will need to face what is left, whether it be the clear, green, fresh-watered grass and purified air around your small yet stable hut, or the rubble and remains of your proud and insecure mansion with its ashes filling the air and all the life around wiped out because of it. It's up to you. Weather your storms well!
The last week has been the most stressful week I can remember. It peaked last night when I could not focus no matter how hard I tried. But I did try. Maybe it was a waste of time, but I honestly did the best I could under the circumstances. Maybe, at the end of the day, that's all that really matters. Maybe the honest beggar respects himself (and in turn, others) more than any lying billionaire. Maybe it's easier to feel whole once you've been broken. Maybe it's easier to feel loved once you've been hated. Maybe it's better to love. Maybe that's all that's asked of us.
peace,
sarah
Friday, April 3, 2009
The Undeserving
I think I am totally in love with a song I just heard. It's by The Undeserving, and it's called "There for You". It offers a reassuring belief that even though life will rarely be anything but difficult, you are never alone. Check it. http://www.myspace.com/theundeserving.
Notre Dame
I hope everyone has already heard about the University of Notre Dame giving President Obama an honorary degree. The reason I mention this is because Notre Dame is a Catholic school (Notre Dame literally translated means "Our Lady"). The Catholic Church in no way supports abortion, embryonic stem cell research, and birth control - all things President Obama strongly advocates, as is plain after his first two and a half months in office. I, like many others, cannot understand why Notre Dame is doing this. Learn more about it for yourself at http://www.notredamescandal.com/ and http://www.lifesitenews.com/ldn/2009/mar/09033106.html. If you do not want Notre Dame to give President Obama the degree, please sign a petition at http://notredamescandal.com/Home/tabid/437/Default.aspx. Thank you for paying attention to this!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Earlier today
I was reading someone's blog earlier, and I happened on a comment that quoted C.S. Lewis's work. Everything that I have ever heard from Lewis has been thought-provoking and true. Something as beautiful as this should not remain unheard of, so enjoy:
As the Ruin Falls
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.
Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin:
I talk of love -- a scholar's parrot may talk Greek --
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.
Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lack.
I see the chasm. And everything you are was making
My heart into a bridge by which I might get back
From exile, and grow man. And now the bridge is breaking.
For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains
You give me are more precious than all other gains.
~C.S. Lewis
That deserves some time to sink.
As the Ruin Falls
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.
Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin:
I talk of love -- a scholar's parrot may talk Greek --
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.
Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lack.
I see the chasm. And everything you are was making
My heart into a bridge by which I might get back
From exile, and grow man. And now the bridge is breaking.
For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains
You give me are more precious than all other gains.
~C.S. Lewis
That deserves some time to sink.
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