Have no anxiety at all, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God. Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.
Phil 4:6-7

Friday, April 24, 2015

It's still Easter!

I've been away for far too long, but it's only busy-ness keeping me away (although I had a PE scare this week -- false alarm, thank you Lord!). I still have the pain that scared me, but am hopeful it will go away soon (I did see my doctor). After several readers checked in on me (mwah!), I thought I'd just pop in and let you know I'm still sewing (three of the dresses have already needed altering -- a pattern-maker I'm not), and three left to sew, I have a couple more First Holy Communion rosaries to make, and I'm knitting like a fool to help my anxiety. But, I'm still here.

I really wanted to share this song, from Easter at Ephesus. I listen to this song over and over, I just love it. This is the story of the Passion and the Resurrection all in one song, and it's so, so beautiful. I hope this is what heaven sounds like. I tried to find the lyrics, but the interwebs have failed -- I discovered something that could not be found on the internet. Ok, I couldn't stand it, so I typed the lyrics in for you.

And I promise to try and come back before the weekend is over with something more substantial (although it's kind of unlikely, now that I think of my schedule). I just wanted you to know I had not keeled over (yet).

Her Triumph from Benedictine Sisters on Vimeo.

The crowds that waved palms now deride,
He is by Peter thrice denied
And faithless, the apostles flee.
God ruined, who could stay to see
The Passion of the Church begun
His Body mystic set upon
Defiled by ruthless hands
In blows, and curses, spit and bands?

Crucified in sorrows great,
His truths are posed as crimes of hate.
When His commandments none will teach
His Blood cannot His members reach.
Disfigured and of beauty reft
He sees below a remnant left
And in His gasping pleas, 
He entrusts you, faithful Mother, to these.

Three days of darkness He lies slain,
No semblance of His Church remains,
Extinguished by the blindness of sin
And the betrayals from within.
O Mother, will your triumph be
Now, when His foes claim victory? 
O will He find faith upon the earth
Apart from you, who gave Him birth?

While it appears the faith is gone
Alone in you the faith lives on.
I will not dwell in faithless gloom,
Nor hasten to an empty tomb.
He came all-glorious to you, 
His wounded hands outstretched anew.
And I believe, with my whole heart, 
I believe His Body will rise and receive
The victory!


  1. Glad to see you haven't keeled over!

    Jack made his FHC on Friday at the home school daily Mass. It was so beautiful. I gave him the rosary right before we left the house. He had it tucked in the pocket of his suit and had Father bless it. Thank you so much. The green beads are just so pretty and they are a nice weight too!

  2. I've been thinking about you and how busy you must be with your sewing project! You are in my thoughts and prayers. I'm not sure if I could handle the stress, but you, m'am, will deserve a nice glass of wine (or two) after the project is complete!

    1. If only (I'm on blood thinners and alcohol really makes it thinner, so I can't drink). I'll just have to pretend!

      By the weekend I think I'll be almost finished. Then to start on the veil!


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