Our Hearts Are Restless

Everybody keeps asking me if I'm excited about going to Rome.  Sure I am, but mostly I'll be excited when I'm actually in Rome and the stress of travel prep is out of the way.  The to-do list covers a whole sheet of paper, but is slowly being whittled down until the final entry: PACKING.  At the moment, however, I'm just trying to put the last pieces together so that I can actually pack. Today's job, after several hours of substitute teaching, was to order euro.  (Apparently the plural of euro is euro, for anyone {like me} who thought it was euros.)  Weeks ago, I'd called around to several different banks to find out if any of them handled foreign currency.  I finally found  one that told me I didn't have to be a member to order.  So today mom dropped me off at that bank and went to run a couple of errands.  I got into the bank, and found that I apparently  did have to be a member.  Drat.  So I spent the next half-hour standing outside the bank in the cold...

Today, a major event is happening which will be ignored by the media.  Today, millions of people will brave freezing temperatures and snow to stand or walk in the middle of Washington, D.C. and all across the United States.  Today, young men and women, clergy from many denominations, families, and religious brothers and sisters will form a seething mass of people bundled against the cold.  Today, those men and women will be united to rejoice in the gift of life, to mourn its persecution, and to suffer for its protection. I'll be attending Indianapolis' local observance of the March today, since I can't make it to D.C.  I've heard it said that the March for Life has no effect, since it's ignored by the media and lawmakers alike.  It does have the very beneficial effect, however, of letting supporters of the pro-life cause experience solidarity and the union of prayer and sacrifice.  Sometimes the defense of life can seem very lonely, especially if you're in a wor...

Today is the feast day of my confirmation patroness, St. Agnes, to whom I have had a devotion since I was little. There is a beautiful article on St. Agnes here (thanks to Fr. Z for the reference). I took St. Agnes as my patroness because I saw in her another Catholic girl, about my age.  Her heroic purity was a model, and I still ask her intercession to protect my purity; but mostly she seemed very human and accessible to me.  Maybe I read her story so much that she just seemed real, or maybe God was giving me the grace to draw close to this virgin martyr in a way that I particularly needed and still need.  St. Agnes is a model not just of purity, but also of humility, a virtue which I sorely need!  She showed immense strength in a time that, in most girls' lives (or at least in mine) was a time of weakness, an in-between childhood and maturing.  I know that at the age of twelve I wanted to be an adult but knew I wasn't.  St. Agnes, however, had the courage and fortitude of an...

I'm coming down off the high of Christmas.  I got three full, amazing weeks of that season - one with my family, one with Kevin visiting my family, and one with me visiting Kevin's family .  It's back to the grind of Rome prep.  I have less than a month before I step onto the plane, and there's so much to do!  It feels so weird to not be unpacking at Christendom tonight.  Really, really weird.  It's unsettling to be  not  stressing out about leadership and classes,  not hugging all my newly-returned friends,  not planning to go to the March for Life,  not  trying to make my bed and sort out all my clothes with five people in my room chatting.  Instead, I'm still at home, planning my life for the next 3 months of travel and the following 3 months of (hopefully) an internship.  These musings aside, I really am excited about Rome, and the trips to Crete and Ireland that I'm planning with friends. One incredible gift that this break has given me is the chance ...

It seems necessary to do a New Year's post while still in the month of January. I've been trying to come up with words but it just isn't working.  At the moment, I'll express myself in the words of an old poem and prayer, which I found in my prayerbook 'Blessed be God'.  A year is dead, a year is born; Thus time flies by on silent wing: Thou, Lord, alone canst guide our course And safe to heaven Thy people bring. For all past gifts we render thanks; For graces new we humbly pray. Oh, grant that we and those we love May ne’er from faith and duty stray. O Lord, our daily wants supply; Protect from sickness and disease; And deign to give, O God of love, The blessing of unbroken peace. Oh, blot out all our ancient sins And give us strength to fall no more; When fight is o’er and victory won, Then crown us on the eternal shore. For all the year’s old sins we grieve; Our hearts we consecrate to Thee. Grant us, when all our years are sped, Our heavenly Father’s face to...

            (This would have been up weeks ago had my computer not decided to freeze up [unintentional pun] and delete the draft.  Luckily I was able to see the movie again, so the refresh has enabled me to actually write the review at last.  Be aware, I have no spoiler filter, so read this at your discretion if you haven’t seen the film.)   Update: Sorry for forgetting to include the actual hyperlink for the music.  I just added it, so go listen!             Disney’s Frozen is far and away the best animated film I’ve seen for a long time, and certainly the best thing to come out of Disney in years.  Frankly, I’m not sure how this movie managed to make it through Hollywood in the first place, but it has appropriately become extremely popular.  Frozen fixes the many problems of Tangled for an end product filled with beauty, enchantment, and a true understanding of love.             Very quickly, I’ll outline my few quibbles with the movie.  Disney, do we really have to kill off the pa...