St. Michael the Archangel

St. Michael the Archangel
(Hebrew "Who is like God?").

St. Michael is one of the principal angels; his name was the war-cry of the good angels in the battle fought in heaven against the enemy and his followers. Four times his name is recorded in Scripture:
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St. Michael, the Archangel - Feast day - September 29th The name Michael signifies "Who is like to God?" and was the warcry of the good angels in the battle fought in heaven against satan and his followers. Holy Scripture describes St. Michael as "one of the chief princes," and leader of the forces of heaven in their triumph over the powers of hell. He has been especially honored and invoked as patron and protector by the Church from the time of the Apostles. Although he is always called "the Archangel," the Greek Fathers and many others place him over all the angels - as Prince of the Seraphim. St. Michael is the patron of and sickness.

Helpmate

I wanted to say thank you to my helpmate for all you do for me.
I thank you for helping me get into a better position when I turn at night. For helping me roll over and also for lending a hand when I have to get out of bed. For providing clothing for me now that my clothes are starting to get tight. Thank you for holding me at night and making me feel safe. Thank you for allowing to share my dreams and my fears and bonding with me and the baby. I look forward to sharing every experience with you before and after this baby is born and I am glad to know you will not miss a moment of this blessed time.

I thank you for reminding me how special this baby and I am to you. For easing my pain when I hurt and for wiping my tears when you can't. Thank you for helping me put on my clothes and taking them off when I need help oh and my shoes.

Thank you for making me smile every single day and spending time with me even when I am doing ok. For helping with the house, laundry and groceries when I am too tired. When the elevator is broken you help me up the stairs. Thank you for being a good protector. You make me feel wanted, loved and at peace. I was in such mental turmoil and dealing with heartach and dissappointment and then you came and allowed me to feel whole again. I love you, I don't know where I would be if you had not came to my rescue. I can't thank you enough for being so good to me. I am really blessed to have you as my helpmate.

Mouse in My House

There was a mouse in my house and he ran all about.
Putting me all into a panick and I could not have that.
Ripping and running I was scared out my mind, untill I got up the guts to catch his behind.
I laid a trap sticky and he was eventually caught all wiggley but I still had to get him out my home.
Alive he lay there with no where to go, I was still afraid he would bite my toe.
So I wacked him good with a swat of my broom and felt bad because I brought him to his final doom. He's still in my kitchen dead because I am chicken to move him and go on with life.
1 little mouse could create all that strif.
Someone come and get his butt out my kitchen.

That was one of the highlights of my Mother's Day.

Cable No More

So I have to cut off my cable, it was hard but it had to be done. I realize there are certain things that are not a priority to me right now and having cable is one of them. My hair is nappy, I am conserving my money, making room where there was no room before and cutting off my cable. Having food,gas for my car and just plan ole extra money in my account is more important than anything. I have to consider what will allow me to have a more stable life in the long run. Gone are the days of eating out for lunch everyday or buying friverlous trinkets just because I want it.
I got to do what I got to do.

Taking on Omar

When I found out my youngest sister was going to have her first child I was very disappointed. She was 14 years old and wild as ever. My mother and I did all we could to keep her on the right track but she seemed to pull the other way. I remember times where I would be so stressed out from going to court, or taking her to the hospital after having her face bashed in. Then came Omar, out of all that madness. I tried to lead by example and show her a different way but that was not the path she wanted to take and I had to let her learn on her own.

When I look back now I can't imagine life without him. He has pushed me to do better and become a better person; I guess a call to my conscience. My mother has done the bulk of care giving since my sister lost custody of him. I share in the responsibility of raising him and making sure he becomes a productive individual. I recognize a change in him now and I can sum it up to a couple of things. Omar's father will most likely never see the free world again and my sister shows no interest in being a role model in his life. I am not really bothered anymore by it because I knew someone had to give this kid a shot in life. My mother is such a wonderful example of strength and courage that I knew the time was coming for me to take Omar full time.

I know this task is not going to be easy and will test my strength and patience, but it has to be done. My mother and I discussed this years ago and that time is fast approaching. I had dreams about how my life would turn out and all of those included Omar. I dreamed I would build my relationship with Christ, travel, meet a wonderful man who would understand what it was to take on a ready made family, get married, have a baby, buy a home, you know that stuff dreams are made of. Unfortunately some of those dreams will have to be deferred but I have to press on. With a baby on the way and the possibility of not having a home to house the children I am under a lot of stress. I am trying everyday to hold it together and figure out a plan. God has not led me to this place only for me to turn back now. I trust that he will have me land on my feet and protect me, the children and the dreams I have for a better life.

I pray that God continue to give me the strength I need to press on. I pray that I am able to raise these children the only way he sees fit. I pray that God keep me in the bosom of his love and continue to be my everything. Even when I am feeling down for the count I know God is there with me. I look forward to raising Omar; he is an exceptional child who I get the privilege of knowing. I just pray that I am able to provide the best life possible for him and my child.