Imprisonment...

I hate this imprisonment of weakness; I hate this physical faintness. If only the strength of my childhood would return. If only, if only... Oh, what am I thinking? Things will ne’er be as they were, for my body is frail now, though a youth still am I.

Such is my lot in life, and ’tis a cross that I must bare. Would I ’twere another, yet still must I journey on, for though this be my lot, my calling is before me. By the grace of God I will do that which I am called to do.  A journey-task lies before me... tis time to find it.

~ Morria

Trials...

Trials, tribulations, and persecution, ne’er before for the past nine months have I had so many and at the same time! I thought I knew a little about what it meant to be disliked, to be an outcast, to be sorrowful, but in the past nine months my world has turned over. I have lost 5 people (people from my church and in my family) and my dog to death. Of those, Samuel's death hit me the hardest. He had been my teacher, mentor, and friend; in truth, I counted him my "big brother". With his passing I learned to have faith in God no matter how hopeless things looked and to trust in Him even when every thing made no sense.

Then with my work, which I took because it was my dream job, (a nightmare, though I knew it not!), I have faced a boss that has no understanding of this area, of the costumers she “serves”, compassion on her workers. She pays no mind to the health of her employees even when she is told of doctor’s advice. On top of all that, she has turned on the few of us that are different for dressing “too different”, even though we have followed everything that the company has told us to do.

How much I have grown through these testing times. I am not the same person I was a year ago, for in truth then was I a girl and now am I a woman.

~ Morria

Wolfy has passed...

My beloved Wolfy has lost her battle with cancer... true she was just a dog.  But she was an answer to prayer for me.  She was my best friend, a constant companion since I was 13, and the best furry friend a gal could ever ask for.  Sure, I believe my Grandma who says, "If they are special to us, God will have them waiting for us...", but I miss her wet nose, sloppy kisses, and warm shoulder to cry on.  I also miss my confidant, who I could tell all my deepest secrets to... At least I can say she never told a soul.  LOL.  Farewell, Wolfy Rajah Houser II!

~ Morria

Tragedy...

I am in complete and total shock...
Why God! Why?!?!?!?????
Samuel was killed to day driving home from work.  He was like the big brother I never had, in some ways a spiritual father.
 Shall I ever fell normal again?
What of Rebv and Liz, his brother and sister?
What of his young widow and their 3 children?
I have cried till tears no more will run.
I drew till my heart would brake, shall I e're draw again?
My heart is crushed,
My life in pieces.
Just hold me God!

~ Morria

Youth Lock In!

This past weekend was the Youth Lock In.  It was such a blast.  I got to even use the "swords" Samuel made for practice fighting.  None of the guys were letting me, so Samuel gave me a turn with him.  I think he might have let me win, but I still surprised him by hitting him squarely in the back when he turned.  It was still a fair win.  And after that the guys let me fight, and except when they would get called for cheating (you can hold the swords by the "blade"), I could hold my own.   The girls would not even fight me.  I fought "to hard" and to "rough".  Rebv stopped by, too.  He hasn't come to church for ages, but it was good to see him.

~ Morria

St. Patrick's Prayer

This is the a Prayer that I am trying to memorize to use kinda like a daily creed.  It is attributed to Patrick of Ireland, and is sometimes called the "Deer's Cry", do to a legend stating that he shape shifted into deer while hiding from druids, who were seeking his life after he lit the fires his first Easter back in Erin.  More likely, he was hiding in the same thicket and the deer became scared by the approaching angry druids, but Patrick did not, as another version of the story goes.  Either way, even if neither version happened, it is an awesome testament of faith, and one I treasure.

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Saint Patrick's Breastplate

I arise today to a might strength,

through the invocation of the Trinity,

Through the belief in the Oneness,

Through the confession of the Threeness,

Of the Creator of the Universe.

Christ within me,

Christ behind me, 

Christ before me,

Christ to my right,

And Christ to my left,

Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I lay down,

Christ when I arise,

Christ in the heart of everyone who thinks of me,

Christ on the lips of everyone who speaks of me,

Christ in the eyes of everyone who sees me,

Christ in the ears of everyone who hears of me,
Both afar and anear!

I arise today to a might strength,

through the invocation of the Trinity,

Through the belief in the Oneness,

Through the confession of the Threeness,

Of the Creator of the Universe.

Salvation is the Lord's,

Salvation is the Lord's,

Salvation is Christ's alone!

Amen!

~ Patrick of Ireland

AD 433?

Sister Friend...

Bev counts herself subculture too!  What a relief... I dont loss a good sister friend for not being normal...  It was fun exploring the bookstores, Hot Topic and other places together.  We dont get to hang out alot, and normally write and call each other. In person is so much nice.  We must start doing this much more.  We brain stormed ideas, talked about guys we liked, and what was new in anime and LOTR.  So much fun!

~ Morria