The Lord is my Boss Prayer

I don't know who wrote this prayer, but this goes out to all you who work outside the home.

The Lord is My Boss

The Lord is my boss, and I shall not want.
He gives me peace when chaos is all around.
He gently reminds me to pray and do all things without murmuring and complaining.
He reminds me that He is my source and not my job.
He reserves my sanity and guides my decisions that I might honor Him in all that I do.
Even though I face absurd amounts of e-mails, system crashes, unrealistic deadlines, budget cutbacks, gossiping co-workers, discriminating supervisors and an aging body that doesn't cooperate every morning,
I will not stop, for He is with me!
His presence, HIs peace, and His power will see me though.
He raises me up even when they fail to promote me.
He claims me as His own even when the company threatens to let me go.
His faithfulness and love is better than any bonus check.
His retirement plan beats every 401K there is!
When all is said and done, I'll be working for Him a whole lot longer, and for that, 
I bless His name!

I brought God, Jesus, and Heaven into a Public School

I work IN a few public schools, but I don't work FOR the public schools. Public schools as a whole have been anti-God lately. I brought an early reader to share with the young students. It was a book from my student days, and there were two chapters about God and Jesus in there. I haven't read the book since I was in second grade myself, so I forgot about the God and Jesus parts. Neither did I look carefully at the book cover where it said Faith and Freedom series.

A first grader read the chapters about God and Jesus. Oops! I could have lost my job because I showed her a book that told about God and Jesus. Well, so far no child has reported me to the authorities or the administration. And if I lost this job over that mistake, I would not care.

You know what happened when she read about God and Jesus??? Nothing. The roof didn't collapse, no one complained.

This week I was reading a book of poems to little students and seven rhymed with heaven. I didn't see that coming. Oopsy daisy!

"What's heaven?" Girl #1 asked.
Now I felt the restriction of my right to free speech.
Uh . . .
"I know what that means," said Girl #2, "it means they're dead, right?"
I nodded my head yes even though there were NO dead characters (animals) in the poem.
"That's what my grandma said. That when people die they go to heaven.," said Girl #3.
"My grandpa died, and he went to heaven my grandma said," stated Boy #1, "I cried when he died. We really miss him."
The children talked about deceased relatives before I drew their attention back to the book of poems.

It's silly to feel like I did a wrong thing about reading a poem with the word heaven in it. Heaven is a good thing. God is good. Heaven is the best thing. I'm glad their parents or grandparents talked to them about heaven.

Lovers

Katie over at the HuMAMAE Vitae blog provided plenty of sources of those who want to study more about the Catholic Church's teaching about Mary's Virginity.

I said in my last post that it's rude to ask a woman if she's a virgin or not. Of course in Traditional Practicing Catholic Land, one would assume that if you're single, you're a virgin, and if you've been married more than 24 hours or even12 hours, you are not.

Anyway, speaking of lovers, I read today Song of Songs verses 2:10-14. That is because on Wednesday, I'll be reading this passage as the first reading at my aunt's funeral Mass. It is about God calling my aunt to heaven. I'm not sure who picked out this reading, but my aunt requested before she died that I read a reading. My cousin-in-charge said to skip over the dove in the cleft or rocks part because "it's too confusing to people."

Here is what I'll be reading in bold.

My lover speaks; he says to me, "Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come!

11

"For see, the winter is past, the rains are over and gone.

12

The flowers appear on the earth, the time of pruning the vines has come, and the song of the dove is heard in our land.

13

The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines, in bloom, give forth fragrance. Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come!

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⁵ "O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the secret recesses of the cliff, Let me see you, let me hear your voice, For your voice is sweet, and you are lovely."

I think it's a very lovely reading and if only we all could be so assured of God's love and affection for us that we'd stop doing bad things to ourselves.