Novena to St. Philomena

NOVENA PRAYER TO
SAINT PHILOMENA
We beseech Thee, O Lord, to grant us the pardon of our sins by the intercession of Saint Philomena, virgin and martyr, who was always pleasing in Thy sight by her eminent chastity and by the profession of every virtue. Amen.

Illustrious virgin and martyr, Saint Philomena, behold me prostrate before the throne whereupon it has pleased the Most Holy Trinity to place thee. Full of confidence in thy protection, I entreat thee to intercede for me with God, from the heights of Heaven deign to cast a glance upon thy humble client! Spouse of Christ, sustain me in suffering, fortify me in temptation, protect me in the dangers surrounding me, obtain for me the graces necessary to me, and in particular
(Here specify your petition).
Above all, assist me at the hour of my death. Saint Philomena, powerful with God, pray for us. Amen.

O God, Most Holy Trinity, we thank Thee for the graces Thou didst bestow upon the Blessed Virgin Mary, and upon Thy handmaid Philomena, through whose intercession we implore Thy Mercy. Amen.



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Thought and Action: Novena to St Raphael

From Thought and Action website:
http://thoughtactioneire.blogspot.com/2009/05/novena-to-st-raphael-for-young-people.html 

NOVENA PRAYER TO ST RAPHAEL
O Glorious St. Raphael, Patron and Lover of the Young, I call upon thee and plead with thee for thy help.In all confidence I open my heart to thee, to beg thy guidance and assistance in the important task of planning my future. Obtain for me through thy intercession the light of God’s grace, so that I may decide wisely concerning the person who is to be my partner through life. O Angel of Happy Meetings, lead us by the hand to find each other. May all our movements be guided by thy light and transfigured by thy joy. As thou didst lead the young Tobias to Sara and opened up for him a new life of happiness with her in holy marriage, lead me to such a one whom in thine angelic wisdom thou dost judge best suited to be united with me in marriage.
St. Raphael, loving Patron of those seeking a marriage partner, help me in this supreme decision of my life. Find for me as a helpmate in life that person whose character will reflect the traits of Jesus and Mary. May he (she) be upright, loyal, pure, sincere and noble, so that with united efforts and with chaste and unselfish love, we both may strive to perfect ourselves in soul and body, as well as the children it may please God to entrust to our care.
St. Raphael, Angel of chaste courtship, bless our friendship and our love, that sin may have no part in it. May our mutual love bind us so closely that our future home may ever be most like the home of the Holy Family of Nazareth. Offer thy prayers to God for both of us and obtain the blessing of God upon our marriage, as thou wert the herald of blessing for the marriage of Tobias and Sara.
St. Raphael, Friend of the Young, be thou my friend, for I shall always be thine. I desire ever to invoke thee in my needs. To thy special care I entrust the decision I am to make as to my future wife (husband). Direct me to the person with whom I can best cooperate in doing God’s Holy Will, with whom I can live in peace, love, and harmony in this life and attain to eternal joy in the next. Amen.
In honor of St. Raphael recite one Our Father, Hail Mary, and Glory be.

Suffer Sinner and Fail Again

A long drive ahead with both of my hands firmly gripping the steering wheel of my car, my little mind in the land of the wandering and pondering, I was suddenly struck by the thought that as surely as my hands were firmly guiding my car, they were certainly NOT guiding my life. In retrospect, my life is a mess. Complete failures seem to mark its every twist and turn. I sat there in my driver's seat presenting, to the One who's hands guide my life's steering wheel since long ago, every failure—of life-changing proportions—I had ever experienced: college—twice, jobs—several in sight of a single year, missions—barely, family—my fair share, friendships—more than I care to count, and dating—let’s not even go there. I wasn't planning on counseling with God that day about all that is train-wrecked in my life, but tears started pouring down my face as I recollected how in the midst of all those failures I had found a hope to cling to; a "supposed reason" of greater good that I thought God must have been striving to attain and yet, even these were failures or never existed in the first place! "So what God was the point? Not only did all the plans and dreams I thought you were leading me to failed, but even the things I thought you were going to bring out of the rubble as a redemption, failed as well! Why? For the past several years, plan after plan has failed while only partial successes—giving only a portion of the happiness I seek—have barely survived. Through all this, what did You want me to see? What did You want me to learn? What is all of this pain for? I have prayed "Thy Will be done" again and again, from the bottom of my heart, in the midst of it all, and still, years later, what do I have to show for it?"

Suffering is a two-way tool. God uses it and so can we. God uses suffering to teach us and to show us what love is; we use it to declare our love to Him and to unite our sufferings to His to glorify God as Christ's Body and Church. Suffering is a language of love, but sometimes we don't recognize it as such. Punishment results in suffering so we sometimes think that God is disappointed in us or that He is allowing suffering because we deserve it. But it is not that God wants us to be in agony, He is trying to teach us that: to love is to suffer. After all, how special would real love be if there was no pain, no suffering, no trial to overcome? Love would be as easy to give as it is to eat an ice-cream cone—pure enjoyment and painless! Sometimes, God allows suffering as a teaching tool when our agonies are self-inflicted. We tell ourselves that we will not be happy, will not conquer life's trials, will not be able to LIVE until "X" happens, but we forget that our view is about as clear as the sun is easy weigh. We cannot possibly know what is truly best for us at any given point in time or even as an overall whole! As God tries to lead us to extreme happiness, the Evil One is trying to lead us to extreme anguish. Yet Jesus says in Matthew 6:33 "But seek FIRST His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things shall be yours as well."(to see what else will be given to you, look at the verses before number 33.) Seek first... as in, "Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done" ....FIRST! As in, yes, before our needs and desires are fulfilled.

“Thy Will be done” is hard. It's really hard when our own little agendas and desires and so called "needs" crop up. But like Matthew 6:32 says, God already knows we need these things (food, clothes, etc.) He KNOWS! ....He knows.... So relax and don't worry about your needs! The God who created you to have these needs already knows what you truly need. Jesus goes on in Matthew 7:11 "If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much MORE will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!" So is it wrong to ask for things when Our Father in Heaven already knows our needs? No, surely our pleas upon His merciful heart must be like sweet affections to Him as we humble ourselves and allow Him to be our Father, to seek to win our hearts, to pour His blessings out upon His children who ask for His love and kindness! How much sweeter is the aid a parent can give to a child who asks for help than to a child who makes no mention of his or her needs, seeks no help, nor gives any thanks? 

In all things be thankful for you do not—cannot—know what the Father is doing. And pray with endless hope because God is not finished with you or His plan for you! He is still working; still striving to give you as much happiness as you will allow Him time and freedom to give you. 

So how much suffering will you endure now, so that the Father can complete His great work in your life and teach you how to truly love? How much faith and hope will you trust in Him even when there seems to be no tangible reason for faith, hope, and trust? How much time will you give Him so that He can work on giving you the extreme happiness He so longs to give you? I would suggest: all of it.

"I am poured out like water....." Psalm 22:14-31

Beauty from Him

With my Rosary and coat, I slip out the door into the crisp fall night. The fragrance from the oven wafting through the door after me. The stars are out and the frosty dew crunches softy on the grass beneath my feet. I tilt my head to the night sky and a soft smile warms my face. Warm memories of the day soften the chill of the night. The fog is rolling off the pond as I walk slowly around it, my fingers grazing one by one over the beads in my pocket. I gaze up at those stars letting them take me back. I let them wash over me, renew me like the Baptism of Jesus. Conversations, hugs, and dreams pass through my mind like the lights of passing cars drift through the fog-banked pines. I think of the celebration of the Wedding Feast of Cana and wonder at the joy of others for two people who finally found each other. What beauty.

Around the pond, walking slowly, letting the beauty of it all soak into me. Its been so long since I have taken the time to just let beauty take me on a journey. No cell phone, no watch, no distance between me and God. Yes, I’ll have to wake up in the morning, but this is rest. This is peace. If this is a foretaste of the Kingdom Jesus was talking about, its no wonder we die before seeing God’s face. No human could live through that kind of gentle intensity. If one were to wonder if she were beautiful, she need only to look around herself at what God made. Could a perfect being create all of this beauty and give His greatest creations any less?

Tonight my heart is Transfigured like Christ. Tonight God drew a smile upon my heart and it will always be there. He asked me if He took away all this, the memories, the conversations, the love, the beauty of it all, would I still love Him, would I still have joy. I answered, “God, if You are promising me even more than this, I will give it all away.” “Everything?” He pressed softly. Visions of the gifts He has sent me, causing my great joy, floated through my mind. “Yes Lord,” I answered, trying to be strong. “everything. If You are promising to give me all of this and more in the end, I only ask that You give me the grace to remember this night. To remember this joy, this beauty. If all of this is only a shadow, I can hardly wait to see from where it came. Lord, this is all so beautiful, call me Home to Your table. I am so happy here, but when You are ready, I am ready.” 


The stars wink down from the sky. The fog rolls out over the fields. The sound of my footsteps are muffled by the lapping of the water on its banks. A smile fixed on my face, I turn my eyes homeward. One day I will get there. Someday I am going home.

Grandma ~ Thursday, May 19th 2003

I can still smell you Grandma

Sometimes out of the blue

I’m taken back to a place in time

And see your smile and your crinkle eyes

If I listen closely

I can still hear you laughing

I see your whole self radiating the joy you feel

At something others wouldn’t find

If I just sit for a moment,

I can see the whole family around

Laughing, throwing frisbees,

Wrestling footballs to the ground

I remember those raisin cookies

The kind I never liked

But they were some of the best cookies I ever had

Because you made them with me

You couldn’t run and play outside

You’d watch us and wait for our treasures

Sometimes flowers, sometimes snails

Or your not-so-favorite: baby frogs with tails

Whatever you touched inherited your joy

Whoever you spoke to went away with a smile

Sometimes I wish I could see what you did

And learn again for a little while

I wish you were here Grandma

I wish you could see me now

I’d have you meet all my friends

And ask you about those crazy boys

I would braid your hair again

And make your coffee black

Then  we would talk and watch the birds

And smell the fresh-cut grass

I still hear your chair creaking up the hallway

I can still hear how you dealt with your pain

Never blaming God or wimping out

You never were one to pout

You taught me how to suffer

You taught me how to live

You taught me all the things that matter

And I hope I haven’t forgotten

And I never forgot my promise Grandma

I learned to play one violin song

It was only Twinkle Little Star

But I played it with my whole heart

And then I cried with my whole heart

And Grandma

That Thursday when you died

I go back to that day often

With things I wished I’d done

That day I realized “live each moment like your last”

Was not just a feel-good phrase

I often wanted to relive my life up until that time

And tell you how much I loved you

And show you how much you made me

It’s hard to believe its been

Eight years this last Thursday

And thirteen years for Grandpa

Since you left and went to heaven

Tell Grandpa I have dibs on riding

In whatever boat he is making this time

And maybe when I get to heaven

You will be able to show me where the sweet flowers grow

And where you, me, and Grandpa

Can thumb-stamp the first robin of the spring

I miss you both and I love you

Keep praying for me like always

And maybe someday, hopefully

I’ll figure out what you had learned so well

The Field

Over time, there is a language that is developed in everything you encounter in life. You might see it in those around you, an understanding that needs few to no words. When I am upset and find myself longing to sit with God, He has but one phrase: “to The Field”. I don’t know how The Field came to be. It has been many colors, many storms have passed over it, many tears have been shed there, but most importantly, that is where God is, that is where we dance. In this field, when I have been distant from Jesus, when I haven’t been listening or taking the time to know His every thought and move, I find myself looking around it. It is nothing special to look at. The grass is dry, yellow in color, and tall like a pasture that has never been grazed. There is a big tree growing in the left side, a little bridge on the right with a tiny stream trickling under it without water and a gravel path that peters out from the bridge and becomes lost in the knee-high rushes.

Sometimes I have to stand here in this field for a moment before I realize why I am here: to see Jesus. Often times, I don’t realize He has been approaching or is standing in front of me until I have looked everywhere but at Him. It is strange The Field never changes, or at least not in a way that matters. The grass is just grass, the tree just a tree, the bridge, only a bridge, yet they catch my attention and distract me even if just for a moment from Jesus. I wonder if they represent life and all that is good, but still distracting from Jesus Himself.

How I greet Jesus is a matter of how I am with Him. If I have just received the Sacrament of Confession, we dance and dance and dance without time, without a worry or word. I know He loves me and I know He wants me to just be with Him and it is easy to do this. Sometimes when I go to The Field, I can hardly look at Jesus; can hardly stand to have Him look at me, but I can’t bear to leave either. He asks me what is in my hands and like a shameful child I pull them from where I have hid them and slowly open them. I show Him what I have done to myself and my soul. He opens His arms, though I can see I have hurt Him. Sometimes I cannot go to Him until I have forgiven myself. Sometimes, even when I go to Him, I can feel the distance I have created between us. He is love. He is always beckoning me to close my self-inflicted gap, to be as close to Him as I can, but I have to forgive myself and ask for His forgiveness. He is much more merciful than even I am on myself. It is always me who is the last to give in, the last to love more, the last to give my all. I am always the weak link, but if I really think about it, I wouldn’t want to be the strongest link because only He can carry my weight. =)

My Dance

In the beginning it was not so! This blog was going to be called “God Only Gives Good Gifts,” and though I could talk on about how everything God sends out way is a gift, it seemed like I was limiting my perception of God to what He gives yet God offers more than just good gifts: He offers a dance. Dance has no limits; no bounds. It is smooth and flowing though sometimes it is composed of halting, seeming disarray. It requires listening, feeling, and seeing. It is in harmony with music when it is not making its own, and it often takes collaboration on more than one part. Dance is endless, ageless,  and its expressions are countless. My life-dance, my dance with God, is sometimes filled with harmonious music, sometimes disarray and syncopated halts. Sometimes it makes sense to me in the midst of it all, but sometimes it only makes sense in light of the big picture. The pattern is always expressive, but it is ever-changing from  joyful to sorrowful, sensible to senseless, peaceful to chaotic; duet to solo.

Sometimes my life, like dance, can be beautiful when it is a solo, but sometimes a solo tells the saddest, loneliest story. Even when I feel that I have been casted as a soloist, God is still with me. In my solos it is not my strength that fuels my footwork, but His. It is not my feet that keep moving with the music, but His. In those times, He carries me, flows through me, protects me; loves me.  In our duets, He guides me ever so gently so that an observer might think we were actually dancing in tandem: two minds fully aware of the next step, when actually it is I who am standing on God’s feet allowing Him to guide mine.

Our dance is ageless. No matter when Mr. Right or loved one cuts in, how many solos I have to bear through, or how old I get to be, I want God to guide my steps always. I want to step to His beat, feel His rhythm, see His choreography come alive in my life. I want to wrap my arms around His neck and lay my head on His heart. I want to leave all my worries at the edge of the stage knowing they will take their entrance in due time. I want to be guided by my Father through every halt and leap, sway and twist. With God as my guide and inspiration, I want to dance!