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

Mortal Prison

Oh, mortal shell that I wear,

trapped within its prison cell.

How long I for the freedom of immortality,

the open flight of Spirit

far beyond this mortal world.

Long have I sought in vain

for this freedom of the Soul.

Long have I sought to find this joy

for my mortal self.

Who shall free those trapped

within the prison of mortality?

Who shall journey this world

filled with dying mortals,

yet walk immortally?

Who shall unlock the chains of sin and doubt,

that bind all within this mortal shell?

A Holy Son, born of mortal woman and Divine Father.

He shall break each chain and bar

 of our prison cell.

For though He walked this mortal world

 and died a mortal death,

 Death its hold could not keep,

Sin its stain would not hold,

For the Divine Father chose to restore

this His immortal Son.

Silver Chalice, in the nail scared hands,

Drink this His immortal blood

and cast aside the shell of mortality.

Yeshua, Holy Son, save us now

 by thy Divine plan.

 2002 - MMH/MMN

~ Morria

Revelation...

What a revelation... Spoke with Matt today, I knew he was Christian Punk, but I just didn't realize subculture was what you would call that.  He helped me figure out some really good stuff both about me, and who I am.   Hippie, Gypsy, Traveler, Bohemian, those are the names for what I am, with a touch of course of Goth...  Gypsy Goth... that is what I am... that fits... if I use any kinda title, I guess.  Just good catching up with Matt!

Guess Gandalf will be saying of me next, "Not All Who Wander Are Lost."

~ Morria