tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71826613883316913252024-03-19T02:41:33.478-07:00Life of a CathleteAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-17789615783245832962016-02-18T18:26:00.000-08:002016-02-18T18:51:03.644-08:00Look Around You <div style="text-align: center;">
On February 18, 2012 my life was changed forever. Four years ago today I met Jesus for the first time and devoted my life to Him. It feels like it was just yesterday. I can still hear the music that was playing and smell the incense in the air, as Jesus was precessed in. I can remember everything fading away. I saw my Savior walk in the room and heard Him call my name. I'm getting chills just thinking about it all. </div>
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A lot of things happened prior to meeting Jesus. God completely flipped my life upside down, which forced me out of my comfort zone, and into His arms. I don't want to go into all the details of what led me to that moment four years ago, maybe another time. Today I want to talk about friendship, because friendship was one of the major ways that Jesus brought me back to His heart.<br />
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Six months prior to February 18, 2012, I was having a sleepover with my two best friends at the time. It was our annual sleepover the Saturday before the first day of school. This year was different from the rest, because my friends were no longer going to my high school. They transferred to another high school in the next town over. One moment me and the girls were laughing and being silly, and then the next I was crying. "What will I do without you guys?" I couldn't imagine surviving the rest of high school without them. They assured me nothing would change, but in that moment I knew that nothing would be the same. My best friends were transferring schools, my other friend was moving, some other friends of mine were "too cool" for me, I didn't have friends on my high school soccer team, and my club soccer teammates didn't go to my high school. I knew that my sophomore year was going to bring about a lot of change and I was really scared. The night before my first day of school, I prayed to God a very earnest and desperate prayer. "Lord please don't let me be alone. Please help me make new friends who won't leave me." </div>
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The Lord heard that cry of mine and provided. That first week of school I met a group of girls that I am still blessed to call my friends today. They're beautiful, driven, smart, hilarious, and virtuous girls. They were so different from any friends I had before and the Lord put them in my life because He knew they would make me a better woman. He knew they would push me to achieve my goals and follow Him. These new friends liked God and went to church regularly. Several of them were Catholic. I was not practicing my faith at the time. I actually really didn't like mass, but I was afraid that if I told them that, I would lose them. So I lied and made it seem like I was the most Catholic gal in town. They told me about youth group and how excited they were to get confirmed, followed by "hey are you going to youth group Sunday?" Even though that was the first time I'd ever heard of confirmation and youth group I said "DUHHH. SEE U THERE." When my mom picked me up from school that day I asked if we could go to Church, and that day I signed up for youth group and confirmation. The Holy Spirit works in mysterious ways, amiright?<br />
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When I first met my friends I had no idea how important they would be in my life and walk with Jesus. Now that I am in college, I realize that so many people were not blessed with friends like mine. I constantly hear stories of lies, betrayal, and humiliation as a result of friendship. I also know a lot of people who desire goodness and a relationship with the Lord, but are held back in their pursuit because their friends don't share their desires. This really hurts my heart, because I've been there. I know what it's like to desire something greater than clothes, sports, money, and popularity, but remain where you are because you can't imagine leaving behind your friends. </div>
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The gospel from mass today says that for the one who "asks, receives; and the one who seeks, finds; and the one who knocks, the door will be open to. (Matthew 7:8)" When I was 15 years old, my relationship with God was no where near it is today. However, I came to the Lord in need and with confidence. I shared the desires of my heart with Him and I knew He wouldn't let me down. Way too often we let fear get in the way of our pursuit of holiness. If there is one thing I've learned from scripture it's that God often calls us out of our comfort zone and into the realm of the unknown. But rest assured, you don't go anywhere alone. Even if you leave behind the friends you've known since Pre-K, Our Lord, who knew you before you were formed in your mother's womb, never leaves your side. </div>
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As I sat in adoration today, in awe of Jesus, I am so thankful He took away all my friends. Even though some of them were kindhearted and sweet, I might not have met the Lord on February 18, 2012 if they remained apart of my life. Look at the friends you surround yourself with. I pray that when you look around at your friends, you will see confident, radiant, fearless, and humble men and women of Christ. I pray you look around at them and are inspired to be an authentic person of God. If that's not what you see, I pray that you will share the desires of your heart with the Lord Jesus. I pray you will trust that He will lead you to where you will find more fulfillment and joy than you ever dreamed of. </div>
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When I look around at my friends I see that, and my brothers and sisters, that has made all the difference in my walk with the Lord.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-42505778032223265202015-09-07T09:14:00.001-07:002015-09-07T10:03:29.794-07:00Mountaintop Moment <div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">During our time there my team and I climbed up a huge water fall on a mountain. It was </span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A M A Z I N G. Although climbing up the waterfall was somewhat stressful, I made it to the top and didn't break any bones! God bless my teammates and trainer, who saved me from falling to my death a few times(:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Anyways, as I stood there, at the top of the water fall, the view took my breath away. I couldn't help but think of God and how He made this beautiful view with me in mind. In my head I pictured God creating the waterfall and mountains and saying "wow Allie is just going to LOVE this when she visits." Maybe that sounds silly, but for me it was a powerful experience that reminded me of how tender and compassionate God the Father is. I think sometimes we lose sight of the fact that God the Father is gentle. Too often we think of God as emotionless and harsh. We forget that He desires to have a relationship with us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> As I stood there in awe of the mountains and waterfall, I began to blush. You know the way girls blush when a cute guy brings them flowers or compliments them? Yep that's exactly how I felt and probably looked, as I witnessed the beauty of creation. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">All females, no matter how old, long to be romanced, enchanted, and longed for by our Creator. As I've gotten older, I've become more and more aware of that need in my heart. Sometimes I feel childish for wanting God to sweep me off my feet. But in reality that's exactly what God wants; for us to desire Him just as He desires us. He loves us so much, and wants us to live the life He created us for. A life that is full of joy and wonder and whimsy. He wants to sweep us off our feet. He wants to woo us. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Accepting this love from God, and letting Him enchant me has been a real struggle for me in the last year or so. College has made me very independent. Letting God romance me makes me feel weak and vulnerable. I like to be in control. But when I was on top of that waterfall, I was able to see the the hand and love of God working in my life. For the first time in a while I truly felt special in the eyes of my Creator. Through this experience I was able to let go and </span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">let God do His thing. By letting him take his rightful place in my life, I've received a lot of peace and consolation. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-31713938017461983512015-08-08T11:11:00.004-07:002015-08-08T11:15:53.087-07:00Thoughts from my Birthday<div style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">
I wrote this little post on my birthday (August 5th), but I sort of forgot about it. I want to share it today, because today marks the beginning of the fall soccer season! Today we begin fitness testing, and in the next week we will endure a special kind of torture called preseason. I had a wonderful summer. It impacted me on so many levels. These are my thoughts on summer, preseason, and my call to serve:</div>
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Not only is it my birthday, but also my last day in the Lonestar state for 4 months. <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Being a collegiate soccer player is no easy task. In two days preseason will begin, and the 2015 fall women's soccer season will follow.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span> I'm about to enter an atmosphere that is physically, emotionally, and spiritually challenging. Physically, because I'll be training every day several times a day and playing games. Emotionally, because I will be away from my friends, family, and boyfriend for a while. Spiritually, because I won't be in an environment that is totally centered around God. Regardless of the position I hold on the team, starter or sideliner, my heart is at such peace. This summer God has taught me a lot about trusting in His plan and call. This is a hard lesson for me to apply to my life, because I'm a perfectionist and planner... But through my time at church camp, time spent with my family, prayer, and conditioning God has made it clear to me that I have to let Him "take me over," if I want to be a light to my teammates this year. </div>
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Although leaving home is always difficultā¦ God has assured me He has a mission for me at UCA. As I transition back into my cleats, I'm mindful that God has blessed me with the opportunity to play college soccer and entrusted my teammates to me. He is challenging me to love them through wins, losses, hard training session, and conflicts. He is asking me to be outside myself, and be a reflection of His love even when it's hard.</div>
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Even though I'm so sad to be leaving the home that I love, I know that my true home is in Jesus. As I head back for my second year of college, my head and my heart are full of confidence and excitement as I follow the will of the Father. I am not sure where He will be leading me in the next year... But I am positive it will be fantastic and cause me to be further in awe at the wonder of God's majesty. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-88727274881959176572015-07-11T22:48:00.000-07:002015-07-12T16:45:47.183-07:00Teach Us How- A response to #Lovewins<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Unless you've been living under a rock, you've probably heard about the<span style="background-color: white;"> Supreme Court </span>ruling to legalize same-sex marriage in the United States. Before I get started on this post, I want to clarify on a few things. As this is an emotionally charged subject, I invite all who read the remainder of this post to have an open mind and an open heart. We live in a culture today where Christians and those opposed to same-sex unions are called bigots and haters for holding an opinion different than that of the Supreme Court ruling. Members on BOTH sides of the debate have said ugly things to one another, and have failed to discuss the subject with love and compassion. It is important for us to have meaningful conversations about touchy subjects such as same-sex unions, without attacking the dignity of the human person. So I ask that all who read this keep in mind that I am not a hateful person. I am simply expressing my opinion on the matter. I am not condemning anyone. I am writing this post with these words in mind- </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.5636348724365px;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Maybe I don't agree with you, but I will still be compassionate and kind. And most importantly, I will still love you deeply."</span> </span><br>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 17.5636348724365px;">1. Just like Ms. Kim, <b>we must not doubt the God of the universe.</b> He's proven to us time and time again throughout history, that He is not going anywhere, He has a plan, He is watching over us, and He will do whatever it takes to protect us. I think way too often we look at a situation without eyes of faith, and allow the devil to put fear on our heart. Instead we need to remember verses such as John 16:33 </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">As disciples of Christ we must follow our Lord's example, and see others not as the sum of their sins, but as the sum of the Father's love for them.* Our world is thirsting for love. It's our mission to share the love that Christ has shown each of us with others. It is our mission to inspire others to live a fuller and deeper life with their Savior. </span></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">In a time where the culture says "give up, you've lost!" As Christians we are defiant in the name of Christ Jesus. We remember that love already won when Christ died on the cross. We refuse to settle for unauthentic love, and choose to strive for God's perfect, everlasting, never-ending love. We continue to love all creations of God, even those who don't hold the same opinions we do, and treat every person we encounter with dignity and respect. As I go forth, I ask that God may teach me how to love better, smile bigger, and see every person I encounter as Jesus in disguise.</span></span><br>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"> How will you respond to the Court decision? Will you choose to live in Christ's Resurrection? Will you unite with your brothers and sisters in prayer and fellowship? Or will you settle with the Court's decision? I pray for all Christians as they strive to live a life according to the will of God. I also pray for all those who don't know the love and grace of God, that they might find peace and rest in the Sacred heart of Jesus.</span></span><br>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-77516593633120937042015-05-27T13:27:00.000-07:002015-06-02T10:11:54.336-07:00#RelationshipGoalsWhen I was in high school I could not wait to have a boyfriend. Like many teens I wanted to have that love and romance my friends seemed to have. I would scroll through twitter and instagram and be in awe of their poised pictures and cute captions. Looking back, I think I developed an unrealistic expectation of what a good relationship is and what it looks like. I had so many unrealistic relationship goals. I think giving validity to things based on what is portrayed on social media, is a common mistake made in this increasingly social media dependent age.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-53804326434635590822015-02-22T18:53:00.000-08:002015-02-22T22:16:59.010-08:00A Letter to My 14 Year Old Self Dear 14 year old Allie,<br />
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<b><u>PUT DOWN THE EYELINER</u></b><br />
Please I'm begging you. Drop it right now. Take that dark green, purple, black, and blue eye liner and throw it away. Seriously put the eyeliner down. You're going to look back in a couple of years and cringe at the sight of 5 pounds of makeup on your face. You don't need to load your face up with makeup to be beautiful. It's not cute and it doesn't make your eyes pop or make you look older in a good way. Stop it right this instance.<br />
<b><u>Stop obsessing over boys, or the lack thereof. </u></b><br />
I know all of your friends have boyfriends and that they say they are in love, but they are actually not even close to knowing what true love is or experiencing the kind of love they were made for. I know you want to meet "the one" right now, and you want someone to cherish you. But having a boyfriend isn't going to solve all your problems. Having a boyfriend at 14 isn't as wonderful and magical as your friends make it out to be. (spoiler alert, your friends are going to be single again by the end of next week.) Having a boyfriend isn't going to make all your insecurities disappear. You can't expect someone to love you, if you can't even love yourself. So just take a deep breath and focus on falling in love with yourself. Be proud of who you are, and remember that you are a strong, independent, white girl, and you don't need no man.<br />
**Besides, when you're 15, you're going to meet the love of your life. You don't know Him yet, but He knows you better than you do. He is going to change your life in more ways than you can imagine, and He is going to make you beyond happy. He is better than prince charming. . . He is the King of Kings. So just be patient!<br />
<b><u>You're not fat or ugly.</u></b><br />
I know you're obsessed with the clothes you wear and the number on the scale. But I promise you that none of those things are going to make you feel whole or enough. Please know that whether you're a size 2 or 22 you are fearfully and wonderfully made. You are enough, you are beautiful, and you are a string bean so stop worrying about your weight.<br />
<b><u>Have fun playing soccer. </u></b><br />
Having a bad practice or game seems like the end of the world, but I promise it's not. You're not perfect and you're going to mess up every now and then. Remember that you are suppose to be having fun. That negative mindset of yours has got to go. Just relax and enjoy the game. Stop letting yourself be overcome by anxiety and spoiling your time on the pitch. Whenever you feel frustrated, just remember that little girl who dreamed of playing select soccer and being on a travel team. You are currently livin' the dream. Be grateful for the opportunity to play, and for the talent God has blessed you with.<br />
<b><u>Keep working hard at school</u></b><br />
Don't give up, and keep doing what you're doing. When you get to college all of your hard work is going to pay off. While all your friends are scrambling because they don't know how to study, you'll be cruising through all your classes.<br />
<b><u>Enjoy being 14</u></b><br />
High school feels like it's going to last forever, but it's actually going to fly by. Before you know it you'll be walking across the stage to accept your diploma, packing up your room, and saying good bye to all your family and friends. Enjoy where you are right now, and cherish all the memories you're making. Don't wish you were older, because honestly being a carefree kid is something you'll never get back. I know you want to have the same experiences some of your friends do. . . but just remember, rushing certain experiences doesn't make you older or more mature. So be 14. Do normal 14 year old things. Listen to Mom and Dad, because believe it or not, they do understand and know what is best for you.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-59250667293164066122014-07-22T13:15:00.000-07:002014-07-22T13:38:23.248-07:00A Wake Up Call From An Angel<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Something absolutely spectacular happened to me last weekend. Something that not only allowed me to unleash my inner fan girl and speak with my role model/inspiration/woman crush Wednesday, but also allowed me to get my priorities & prayer life back in order. God is SO good. . . here is one reason why!!</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For the past couple months I have been experiencing quite a bit of spiritual desolation. Slowly but surely my prayer life and fire for my faith started to dwindle. These past few weeks have been especially hard for me, because I realized that I'd neglected my faith since graduating High School</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Not because I was too busy, (even though my summer schedule has been jam packed with work, soccer, conditioning, and spending time with my family & friends before I leave for college) but because I fell into a trap that I think most young people do the summer before their freshman year of college. . . I decided that I wanted to have fun, more than I wanted to carry out the duties of a disciple of Christ. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">W</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">hat I didn't realize is that centering your life around your faith does not mean you can't have any fun. Although making Jesus the center of your life does come with great deal of responsibility, it also comes with great adventure.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Long story short- I tried to ignore God, which didn't work out, because God refused to ignore me. Mark Hart once said "The good Shepard is faster than you. He will never stop chasing you." I think that quote describes my relationship with God this summer lol. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Last weekend I sat in bed all day--I had a procedure done to my foot the day prior, so I had to rest up for a few days and recover. I was having a pretty lazy day just watching Rom Coms and eating ice cream. . . Until I got a billion texts from my friends who were at my diocese's annual<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;"> Catholic Youth Conference</span>. These weren't just any texts no no no.... I was sent several pictures of my friends with my favorite traveling speaker and worship leader of all time. . . Jackie Francois Angel. Now you have to understand. . . I am a Jackie Francois Angel super fan girl. I found out about her a year and a half ago, when my youth minister posted a podcast of her and her husband speaking at a conference (S/O to Gabe), ever since then I've been Team Jackie all the way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Not going to lie, I was quite jealous of all my friends who got to hang out, take selfies, and watch Jackie speak in the flesh, while I was stuck at home in bed with an injured foot. However, my day was made when one of the volunteers at my parish, who was eating lunch with Jackie, texted me and was like "hey so can you talk on the phone right now? Jackie said she'd talk with you!" and I responded back with, "YES. OF COURSE" So later on after Jackie finished eating, she called me. I gushed to her about how big of a fan I was and how much a loved her, and she laughed and said thanks lol. I thought our conversation would just be a few minutes, because I figured she would just say hi and then hand the phone back. . . but I was pleasantly surprised when she asked me about where I'm going to college and what career I was interested in. I happily told her that I wanted to pursue a career in youth ministry and, God willing, become a traveling speaker just like her. She offered me some great advice and encouraging words that I'll hold onto as I pursue my dream. We then talked about blogs (Although I failed to mention that I have one because I got caught up in telling her how much I admired her and her husband's blog), and lifeteen, and mission work, and other random things until she had to go take a nap. After I finished talking to Jackie, I may have hyperventilated and sobbed for a bit. . . I mean what else is a girl suppose to do after talking on the phone for <b>10 minutes </b>with her hero? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">After I calmed down a bit I prayed, and thanked God for the opportunity to talk with Jackie. At some point during prayer I started to think about my future, and it dawned on me that the path I was currently on would not get me to my goal. Even though I wasn't out being rebellious and committing serious sin, my life was not centered around Jesus. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When we center our lives around things that are not Jesus, we open ourselves up to sin. Once we open the door to sin, we can end up on a path that will not lead us to where God wills for us to be. I realized that if I was serious about pursuing a career in youth ministry, I needed to start taking on the responsibilities of a disciple. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I sat there for a while, and asked myself what would Jackie do if she found herself in my situation, and decided that I needed to schedule in some time with Jesus in Confession. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">By the grace of God I did make it to reconciliation, and was able to spend an hour and a half in a small adoration chapel by my house. I'm still amazed by the power of the Holy Spirit and how He uses circumstances and unlikely situations to teach us the truth. We are truly blessed to have such a wonderful and caring God, who pursues us even when we give up on Him. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Like I said earlier- </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">making Jesus the center of your life does come with great deal of responsibility, but it also comes with great adventure. We just have to be patient, buckle up, and let Jesus be our tour guide through this life. </span><br />
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Here is the link to Jackie and her husband Bobby's blog: http://jackieandbobby.com/<br />
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The volunteer who helped me connect with Jackie, blogged about his experience meeting Jackie Bobby. Check it out! http://en-fuego.blogspot.com/2014/07/meeting-two-angels.html<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-35433361334522496502014-04-27T18:57:00.001-07:002014-07-22T13:15:40.599-07:00My Lenten Journey: LESSONS LEARNEDHappy Sunday everyone!!<br />
I meant to post this last weekā¦ but I was way too busy celebrating the Resurection! Anyways, I wanted to take a moment to talk about the stuff I learned through my Lenten Journey. I got a lot out of Lent this year, because I actually stuck to all my Lenten promises and got to do some pretty rad spiritual activities. So here is what I learned this time around:<br />
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1. I complain an awful lot- A few weeks ago I was talking to my youth minister, and I'm not sure why, but I suddenly became very aware of the fact that I complain ALL the time. Even on great days, I'll find something to be upset about. I find that I whine to my friends almost daily, about "how tired I am" or pout about little things that aren't that big of a deal. Upon praying about this, I've come to realize that people today always have something to be ungrateful for. Which is really a sad thing because most of us, myself included, don't know what real struggle is. Complaining is the norm in my world, and I've decided that I need to change that and learn how to be more grateful. So I've decided that everyday I will write down 5 different things that I am grateful for. I hope that by doing so I will 1.) stop complaining so much and 2.) regardless of how I'm feeling, I hope to look back at my day and see that God is good and always working in my life. <br />
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<span style="text-align: center;"> 3. </span>Carmelite Monasteries are pretty swagtastic- The first week of Lent, I went on a silent retreat at a Carmelite Monastery with my friends Jason and Torrey. Originally I wasn't planning on going. . . but I guess God REALLY wanted me to go, because He ended up pushing me to change up my busy schedule so I could go. The retreat consisted of 3 meditations, mass, and benediction- and allowed me to rest in God in a way I'd never rested in Him before. Prior to coming to the monastery, I had this idea of what it takes for someone to be a Carmelite nun- introvert, painfully shy, lover of the indoors. However, my mind was changed through resting in Jesus. It was a peaceful experience, that opened my eyes to the beauty of being a Carmelite. I don't know if God is calling me to that vocation, we'll have to seen, however it certainly helped appreciate my sisters who are, in the words of my friend Angela, "willing prisoners for God."<br />
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4. The promise of the crucifix- Palm Sunday one of my favorite priests said something beautiful during his homily, that really opened my eyes to what the crucifix promises to all Christians. He said "When you look up at the cross, and see our Lord beaten and dying, do not be saddened. Because the cross is a promise to us, that God will give everything He has out of love for us. This promise is fulfilled by the Eucharist." Before hearing that I'd never made that connection between the crucifix and the Eucharist. I'm really grateful that God opened my eyes to that connection, through His priest, before Holy week. Meditating upon that promise really helped me look at the Crucifixion in a whole new way. Praise Jesus!!</div>
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5. <span style="text-align: center;">The Easter Vigil Mass is FANTASTIC- This year I was asked to be the Godmother of a sweet middle schooler, named Madison. I had no clue what the Easter Vigil was, before last Saturday. . . So not only did I get to witness the Easter Vigil for the first time ever, but I actually got to participate in the mass in a unique was which was so rad. Watching my Goddaughter, and the others candidates, receive the Sacraments of Initiation was beautiful, and a memory I shall cherish in my heart forever! Now that I have witnessed the loveliness, that is the Easter Vigil, I plan on attending every year because it's </span><u style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">SO</u><span style="text-align: center;"> worth of time. (*If y'all could keep my Goddaughter in your prayers I would SO appreciate it!)</span></div>
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I could go on and on and on about other things I learned during Lent, but I'm afraid that would be a terribly long post. I hope y'all had a successful Lent! May the joy of the Resurrection fill your hearts with fire and Holy desire! He has risen! Alleluia!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-71911091056165929482014-03-02T21:27:00.003-08:002015-06-03T21:57:33.469-07:00My Lenten Journey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello everyone! It has been quite a while since I've blogged. Life has been incredibly busy over the last 2 months for this Cathlete!!<br />
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It's hard to believe that Lent is finally here!! For the next 47 days I'm going on what I like to call a spiritual diet. Lent is a time in which we cleanse ourself of impurities. A time in which we step back and look closer at our spiritual life, and ask ourselves what can we do to grow closer to our Lord. So here is what I am giving up/doing to grow spiritually this lent:<br />
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I'm really nervous for Lent this year, because giving up sweets, bread, and jamming in the car for 47 days is going to be so hard... Like I actually don't know what I'm going to do with myself.<br />
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Last week one of my friends asked me what I was giving up for lent. When I showed him my list he gave me this awkward look and said, "Man Allie, now I feel like a bad person for just giving up one thing for Lent." I brushed it off at the time, and told him that wasn't true, but after thinking about his comment I've come to realize something about Lent. Each of us have the opportunity to undergo our own spiritual transformation during this time of the liturgical year, and sacrifice different things in order to become a better version of ourselves. Lent is not about quantity, it is about quality. I am called to give up/do the things on my list, because I feel that this is the best way for me to improve my spiritual life. Maybe my list is longer than yours, or maybe your list is longer than mine. It doesn't really matter what you're giving up for Lent, as long as you are "denying your flesh, and making more room for God." Jesus will smile at you as you carry your cross. We all have a different paths to take in life, but we all have the same goal which is holiness. So let us all strive to find our meaning in God and not things of this earth as much as we can, so that one day, we might all be united with our Lord in Heaven. Let us all be reminded, through Lent, that God is the only way to the eternal life.<br />
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Every year Christmas rolls around, we often get into a groove of traveling, shopping, wrapping, and baking. I found myself in this groove once again after school let out for winter break. In the 5 days leading up to Christmas my schedule was filled shopping and cooking. ( Side note: I spend Christmas in Michigan, so traveling and visiting family is also added into my already busy schedule.)<br />
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I didn't realize how crazy busy I'd been, until I had time to be still at Christmas Eve mass. After receiving the Eucharist I reflected on the days leading up to Christmas. I realized that I had neglected prayer and my Advent meditations during my time up North.... But the whole time I was busy shopping, and cooking, and wrapping presents, Jesus was waiting for me to come and spend some time with Him. It's comforting to know that no mater where life takes us, Jesus is always with us. </div>
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Later that night, my family and I were opening Christmas presents before bed--No worries, it was past midnight so technically it was early Christmas morning. </div>
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As I opened my gifts I was in a weird mood, because I didn't get EXACTLY what I wanted. I wasn't disappointed, because my gifts weren't bad at all, in fact I got some pretty great gifts (Thanks Mom & Dad ilysm). I asked myself, why my heart was so restless.... I was in my favorite state, surrounded by family, with gifts other kids could only dream of receiving....</div>
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Although watches, sweaters, iPods, and gift cards are great to have, Heaven is WAY better. All too often, we get caught up trying to make Christmas absolutely perfect, and forget about the reason for the season. We try to get the best presents for our family, cook the most elegant meals, and decorate our houses better than our neighbors-but sometimes things don't go the way we want them. Pies burn, lights short circuit, your little brother hates the toy car you bought him. We are often left wondering, where the joy is in Christmas is if things don't go according to plan?</div>
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Well let me tell ya, eternal joy is not found in presents or pie, but in Jesus Christ. For example.....<br />
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Look at the Blessed Virgin Mary, 9 months pregnant, in a foreign city, with no where to have her baby boy. She was probably stressed out, wondering how on earth she was going to care for her baby, the Son of God. But she didn't lose faith. She knew that the birth of her son wouldn't be the way she'd hoped for, but it would all be okay because God was watching over her. And what'll you know, everything did turn out grand! Christ our Savior was born, and Mary's fears were crushed by God's awesome plan! What a great example to Christians everywhere. How often do we get frustrated in the face of our fears? I find myself looking to Mary a lot when I'm anxious, because I think that her faith in the face of fear is what we should all strive for. </div>
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Sometimes things are hectic and we neglect to give Christ the attention He deserves. Sometimes things don't go the way we planned. But God only gives us what we need and can handle. We can learn from the Gospel, that God can turn a seemingly awful situation, into an awesome situation. Christmas isn't about the presents we receive or the food we devour, it's about being thankful for the fact that Christ came down from Heaven to free His brothers and sisters from their sins, so that they might be happy with Him in the next life. Maybe you don't get the gold necklace you wanted, maybe you left the turkey in the oven too long, maybe things didn't go according to plan. Whatever the situation is, praise God. Because the gift of Heaven is the greatest gift of all. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-44687148711626478812013-12-09T21:22:00.000-08:002014-12-10T00:48:33.056-08:00The Victoria's Secret Objectification Show<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Most girls around this time of year are boiling over with excitement for the highly anticipated Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. I can't tell you how many tweets and instagram pictures I've see from girls gushing over how beautiful the models are, and how excited they are to watch the show. Even after the show is over girls continue to post about the models' endless legs, flawless hair, and perfect curves. Unlike most girls, I find the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show absolutely insulting and degrading to women. Why? </div>
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<li>The most obvious reason is that the models are strutting around in their <u>underwear and bra </u>on live <u>television</u>. Try to think of one great reason why it is okay for a woman to do that. . . Oh wait. . . there is no good reason for anyone to do that. I know this is the 21st century, but that does not give anyone an excuse to parade around in the undergarments. Lets keep it classy folks. </li>
<li>The show distorts the image of beauty. Before, during, and after the VS Fashion show I hear a lot of girls complain about how they wish they could be like the models they see on TV. Girls get this idea in their head that in order for guys to notice they need to dress immodestly. However, immodesty doesn't make women more appealing. In fact, dressing immodestly defiles some of the beauty God gave women. Humans are unlike any other creature on earth because God gave us a living soul, which is far more beautiful and precious than physical attractiveness. God took lots of time to make you who you are, and He didn't make any mistakes when He created you. By dressing immodestly you are not living up to the awesome creation that God made you to be. When a woman dresses modestly it protects the dignity God gave her. Oh and if someone only likes you because you are physically attractive, and can't appreciate the fact that you are a stunning creation of God inside and out, then they aren't worth your time. You deserve better. </li>
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Christ. Dressing immodestly (or half naked in the case of the Victoria's Secret
Models) causes men to degrade a woman from a person to a "thing." In
fact there was a study done by Princeton University that actually proved, that
when a woman shows lots of skin, the part of the male brain that sees a woman as a person shuts off, and the part of the male brain that is
associated with the use of objects turns on. The VS fashion show is an invitation
to men all around the world to come and objectify women free of charge. When
girls go crazy with the tweets, instagram pictures, and get excited for the
show, they send a message to men that it is okay to use a woman for pleasure. When we
endorse the VS Fashion show, or immodesty for that matter, we give men the go ahead to feed into temptation and lust over women. When lust enters the heart of an individual, it simply does not stop when the TV goes off or the magazine gets put away, the sin continues to aggressively pursue our brothers in Christ. Not only is
this unfair to women, because now we're being objectified, but it is also
unfair to men. As daughters of Christ we are called to help our brothers
get to Heaven. By not challenging men to be better men we are failing to be our brother's keeper, and failing to be the bold women Christ challenges us to be. </li>
<li>The exposition of the female body unveils a mystery only meant to be unveiled by one person. I think we can all agree that the female body is the most beautiful creature on the planet. This is by no accident. In fact, women are referred to as the "crown of God's creation." God created women to be physically attractive to reflect His own image and likeness, not just because God was bored one day and needed something to do. He did not intend for women to go around and flaunt their goods, and get used up like extra change. God meant for His gorgeous daughters to preserve the mystery of their beauty, and reveal it one day in the context of marriage in order to reflect the relationship of God and humanity. God meant for his daughters to be cherished and loved by a man who respects her dignity and values her worth. By parading around in their bras and panties, the VS models are revealing a gift that should only be unwrapped by one person; their husband. </li>
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We live in a society in which immodesty and objectivity are encouraged, but as Christians it is our duty to stand up for what's right even if we face opposition. As children of God, we don't need people to affirm our looks to make us feel secure. All we need to know to feel secure is that Christ loved each and every one of us so much that He died for us, so that one day we could be united with Him in Heaven. So this year cancel that recording and choose not to watch the Victoria's Secret Fashion. Instead, go spend some time with our Lord, and let Him tell you how beautiful you are. Let Him reassure you of your worth. Let Him cleanse your heart. Let Him love you. Challenge yourself this Advent, to see the dignity and worth in every person you encounter. . . Especially yourself! Do not neglect to acknowledge the fact that you are worthy of love.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-88050133746799623512013-12-07T19:13:00.003-08:002014-03-05T14:24:13.430-08:00Thanksgiving Shenanigans <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">First off, I just wanted to say a quick thanks to everyone who has been so complimentary of my previous posts. I've gotten so many sweet messages from readers, and I'm just really blown away by the support I've received. So if you're reading this. . . THANKS AND GOD BLESS YOU!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Man it is so crazy how quickly this year is slipping on by. Thanksgiving has come and gone just like that, and there is less than a month until Christmas. . . LIKE HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?! I'm so excited that this year is going by rather quickly, but at the same time I'm feeling anxious because 2014 is going to be a year filled with lots of changes! However, now is not the time to worry about all the things to come. Now is the time to live in the present and concentrate on what I have to be thankful for this holiday season. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Right now I'm thankful that God let me have such a lovely Thanksgiving break! I did a lot of awesome stuff over the break, so here is a list of all the shenanigans I was up to last week: </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Movie date! Texas experienced some pretty bad weather last weekend, so all of the fun activities my sister and I had planned got cancelled. So we decided to go see the new Hunger Games movie, Catching Fire. It was really great spending some one on one time with my little sister. I hope that we'll be able to have some more fun times like that before I leave for college, because I'm really going to miss her :(<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just in case you can't tell. . . my sister was really excited to see Catching Fire! </td></tr>
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Adventure into the City! My friend Erin and I went to visit our friend, Tj, who is being treated at hospital 30 minutes away in the city. I felt really awesome and independent driving to the city without my parents, so that was rad. . . ANYWAYS, it was really great to see my friend Tj, and find out that he is doing a lot better!(Keep him in your prayers please!) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh, but the fun did not stop there. Erin and I realized that there was a cathedral 5 minutes away, so we stopped in to have a look around. We were immediately amazed upon walking into the church, because it had such a beautiful altar. Probably one of the most beautiful altars I'd ever seen. What I loved about it, was the fact that there was a statue of Momma Mary right above it. Like the whole thing was just beyond beautiful. . . just thinking about the cathedral takes my breath away. I'm so happy that Erin and I got to check it out!<br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thanksgiving Potluck! My church hosts an annual Thanksgiving potluck. Usually I don't go because I have to help my Mom prepare for Thanksgiving, but this year my Mom didn't need help I guess so I got to go! I met up with some of my youth group friends beforehand, so it was really nice to catch up with all my cool Catholic friends. It really made me wish that I had been able to go to the potluck in years prior, because I had such a pleasant time. Like who doesn't like getting to eat an extra Thanksgiving meal and hang out with cool Catholics!?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thanksgiving! Our family friends came over and celebrated the day of thanks with my family and I. We don't get to see them often because they live a little over an hour away, so anytime that we get to spend with them is always lovely. The family has a daughter my age, Chelsea, and a son my brother's age, Dylan, so we always get a long very well. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sleepovers! Every Thanksgiving my best friend Chelsea spends the rest of<br />Thanksgiving weekend with us, which is always one big party. Chelsea is really goofy, and I'm really goofy, so when you put two goofballs together you know shenanigans and fun are bound to happen. Chelsea is a year younger than me, so it was also kind of bitter sweet this year, because I know it will be so weird next year at Thanksgiving when I'm the one coming home from college. I've known her since I was 9 years old, so it's really awesome that our friendship is still the same after all these years. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Soccer! I had a tournament the day after Thanksgiving, which was not something I was looking forward to at first, because I really don't like having tournaments the day after a major holiday. . .BUT, I realized that having a tournament the day after Thanksgiving wasn't so bad. I mean that gave me an excuse to eat anything I wanted, because I knew I would have 3 soccer games to burn off all that turkey, pie, and stuffing. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Praise God! </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's safe to say that I had a fantastic Thanksgiving break, but now that it is over, it's time to focus on the new liturgical year. We are now in the season of Advent, a time in which we solidify the foundation of our Faith, and prepare to live another year in a way that is pleasing to our Lord. I'm so grateful that God granted me such a peaceful break, so now it's time show my appreciation by working hard not only in this season of Advent, but also, for the rest of the year to grow in my relationship with Christ. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For Advent I decided to challenge myself, by setting aside time everyday to meditate on the readings for the day. I've also been reading the blog of this really awesome priest, who writes about things to think about after reading scripture. The combination of scripture and the blog has allowed me to be less distracted during prayer. It's really crazy, because I wasn't expecting the addition of daily scripture to effect my day to day life that much. . . but it really has. I find myself being more positive, and my thoughts more directed towards Christ. I'm really happy that I've found zeal for scripture! Praise God, for He is WAY to good!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Try to challenge yourself this Advent to do something extra, so you can grow in your relationship with God and give Him thanks!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Praying for y'all!</span><br />
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http://fralfonse.blogspot.com<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-87383624759149702462013-11-17T14:26:00.000-08:002014-03-05T14:25:03.248-08:00A Senior Struggle<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A couple weeks ago I had my senior pictures taken, which is something that I had been waiting to do practically all of high school. During my photo shoot I felt like a princess. I mean what girl doesn't like getting dressed up and having her picture taken by a professional photographer? For the first time in quite a while I felt really secure about myself. I left my shoot feeling truly beautiful and confident.<br />Then Wednesday night my photographer, Stephanie, sent me the link to my photo gallery. I was really excited, because Stephanie had posted a preview of my pictures on facebook a couple nights earlier, and I got some really sweet responses from friends and family. I happily clicked on the link, only to find myself disappointed when viewing the photos. </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What's going on with my face?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Why am I squinting?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Wow I'm cheesin' way to hard in that picture</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I should not have worn that sweater. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I look like a walrus!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Why am I so awkward? </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">UG I'M A POTATO</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When I say this is what was going through my mind, I mean it. At first glance, I could only think of my flaws. Everything looked wrong and I was frustrated. All of my confidence melted away, and I felt like I was the ugliest girl in the world. I angrily closed my laptop and sat there for a while in silence, and asked myself why I couldn't think of one positive thing about myself? Then, for some reason, I remembered this video I'd seen earlier that day made by Dove called "Real Beauty Sketches." Here is a brief description of the video:</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> "<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">The short documentary features Gil Zamora, a former forensic sketch artist for the San Jose Police Department,</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">with his back to his subjects, he draws portraits of a series of women based only on their own descriptions of how they think they look. He prompted them to detail everything: hair length, facial structure, and their most prominent features. . .</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">Each woman was asked before the social experiment to spend some one-on-one time with one of the other participants. The forensic artist then drew portraits of the same woman according to the strangerās description. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">At the end of the video, the artist reveals the two sketches ā one from the participantās description, the other from their partner. (Time Magazine)"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">From the two sketches collected at the end of the experiment, it was concluded that the sketches created when the woman was describing herself to Zamora, resulted with a picture of an unfriendly and ugly looking woman . However, the sketches created when a woman was described by a stranger, resulted with a picture of a lighter and friendlier looking woman.<br />Dove concluded from their experiment that:</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 16px;">"Women are their own worst beauty critics. Only 4% of women around the world consider themselves beautiful."</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I ended up looking up that video again and re-watching it several times so the message could penetrate through my rather thick skull. Although it was weird watching the same 3 minute video over and over again, I'm really glad I did. Like most women, I struggle with seeing myself in a positive light. It seems like every time I look in the mirror, no matter how much time I spend getting ready, I can always find something wrong with me. Society tells us that beauty comes in a specific color, shape, and size, but not every girl fits that description.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I don't fit that description, but that doesn't mean that I am not beautiful. When I was looking through my senior pictures I didn't realize that. I let Satan and society convince me that my pictures were ugly, because I didn't fit that definition.<br />I felt insecure, and the only way I could fix that was by looking to my Creator. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes when I feel insecure, I have a difficult time coming to God and talking to Him about what's going on. Sometimes I feel silly for worrying about such small things like my senior pictures. Even though I know that Jesus loves me no matter what, I get scared that Jesus might laugh at me or think that I'm stupid. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So telling Jesus that I didn't feel beautiful was really hard to do, but I did it. I realized that Jesus didn't die on a cross, just for me to turn around and doubt His love for me. Christ is waiting for us to come to Him with our problems, no matter how big or small. Christ is waiting for us to come to Him, so He can remind us of our worth and beauty. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My struggle isn't gone, but every time I come to Christ He changes my heart a little more. Eventually, it'll be a thing of the past, but for now, when I don't feel beautiful I give it to Christ and let Him hold my struggling heart. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">After some time with Christ I looked over my senior photo gallery once more, and realized that my pictures turned out just fine. Stephanie did a great job, and I couldn't be happier with my pictures! </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-52921969498989172682013-11-15T19:15:00.000-08:002014-03-05T14:25:46.767-08:00Happy Homecoming<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It is that time of year again folksā¦Homecoming 2013 is here! For some of us Homecoming (which will be referred to as hoco) is great, and something you look forward to every year. For others, the sound of cowbells and the sight of mum materials in the windows of Hobby Lobby makes you cringe.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Where do I fit into this equation? Well I'm right in the middleā¦ I love the pep rallies, parades, football games, carnivals, mums/garters, and how the community comes together during hocoā¦ however, I think that hoco has turned into more of a competition than a time to show school spirit. Most kids who don't have dates are down in the dumps during hoco week. I know this feeling very well, because for 3 years of my high school career I did not have a date to hoco. I remember feeling left out because all my friends had dates except me. I remember asking myself "What is wrong with me? Why am I not good enough?" I dreaded hoco every year and felt awkward at school events without a date.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That dread for hoco changed this year, when my friend asked me if I would go with him as friends. I was so excited, because I would finally get my chance to wear a mum on hoco day, take cute pictures with friends, and participate in hoco activities without a care in the worldā¦I was riding the happy trainā¦Until I heard that one of my friends didn't have a date this year. This bothered me, because I didn't know what advice to give her when she expressed her sadness about not having a date. H</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ow could I tell her "oh it's okay you can still have fun!"</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> When I groaned and complained to her for 3 years, about how bad it was not having a date. No matter how many times I told her everything would be fine, I knew that in her heart she wouldn't believe me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As I walked around school on hoco day, I couldn't help but feel silly, for ever feeling like I wasn't good enough just because I didn't have a date. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After thinking for a while about this matter, I've realized something that I wish I could have realized 3 years ago.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In past years, I based my worth off of the fact that I wasn't asked out by a guy. Like how silly is that? Our dignity, as sons and daughters of God, does not lie in homecoming mums, cute dates, or fun pictures. Our dignity, as sons and daughters of God, came forth when we were conceived. Before we were born God deemed each and every one of us worthy of love. No hoco date can ever change that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the mum my friend made me and I really appreciate the time and effort he spent to make my senior hoco unforgettable. It is my hope though, that girls (and guys) will look to God, instead of earthly things, to find their self worth. Saint Augustine once said "You have made us for Yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in You." Rest your heart in the hands of Christ, let Him keep your heart safe and allow Him to protect it from those who won't treat it right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So whether you're dateless or not, you have worth! Just because you haven't been asked out on a date now, doesn't mean that you won't be asked out on a date later! Besides, 10 years from now nobody is going to remember who got asked to hoco, and who didn't. </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-13924033196347194782013-11-04T20:54:00.000-08:002014-03-05T14:26:18.508-08:00We Are One Body<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One of my favorite things to do at youth group is participate in small group discussions. Typically, we eat dinner with our small group for about twenty minutes, then meet up later on to discuss the topics that were presented to us in the larger group setting. Although I am pretty good friends with most kids in my youth group, I don't know all of them on a personal level. This year in particular, has been a challenge for my small group, because we have a lot of new kids so it has taken a while for us to open up to each other. For me, sharing my opinions/feelings/questions about my faith or life is so easy. .. I mean I could probably talk for hours on end if they let me. Thankfully, most of the other kids in my small group are not like me, so it has been really great getting to know the members of my small group over the past 2 months on a deeper level.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Last week at youth group we discussed our plans for the future and lifelong goals. It was really great because all of the kids in my small group are seniors, so everyone was able to contribute to the group discussion. As we all chatted a bit about what we see in our future I noticed that no two people in my group shared similar answers. The answers varied from a college professor, to a business woman, to a sports dude, to a PE teacher, to a stay at home mom. I looked around at the different members in my small group and thought to myself, how on earth did we all end up in the same group? It actually blows my mind how different each kid in my group is from the other. I am the outgoing soccer player, Brendan is the easy going golfer, Lindsey is the intellectual jokester, Chris is the silly band kid, Amanda is the quiet sweetheart, Karen and Edwin the super reserved kids, Charlie is the braniac, and Kristina and Abby are the bubbly go getters. I found myself amazed at how we were all able to pour our hearts out and share such personal things with each other during small group discussion that night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Although we all had different immediate goals for our future, we all had the same ultimate goal; live a life according the the will of God. How crazy is that? 10 people, with 10 totally different personalities, and 10 totally different career goals are united by one goal: CHRIST.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That is the reason why I love youth group so much. I absolutely love how people from totally different backgrounds can come together and adore God. Some people say that going to youth group is pointless, but for me, youth group is really what keeps me sane. Regardless of what kind of week I'm having, the youth at my church always put a smile on my face and make me remember the positive things in my life. I always leave youth group feeling ready for the coming week, and inspired to be holier woman of God.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"<span class="text Heb-10-24" id="en-NIV-30158" style="background-color: white;">And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds,<span class="crossreference" style="vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30158A" title="See cross-reference A">A</a>)"></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span class="text Heb-10-25" id="en-NIV-30159" style="background-color: white;"><span class="versenum" style="vertical-align: top;"> </span>not giving up meeting together,<span class="crossreference" style="vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30159B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)"></span> as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another<span class="crossreference" style="vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30159C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)"></span>āand all the more as you see the Day approaching."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I love these verses, because I think that way too often we forget that Christ didn't intend for us be quiet and serious all the time. He intended for us to have times of silence and reverence, and times of joy and excitement where we can be on fire for God. I think that sharing our faith with others on a weekly basis is really important for spiritual growth. Having a place in which you can go and ask questions and examine your faith is a GREAT way to learn more about yourself and grow as a Christian. I can't tell you guys how many questions I've gotten answered about my beautiful Catholic faith by going to youth group. Like the things that I have learned over the past 3 years of being involved with youth ministry are really incredible. Not only have I grown in my faith, but also, I have grown relationships with other cool Catholic kiddos who are now some of my best friends. (The best part is that I am still learning and growing! God is endless, so we can never get enough of Him!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Al</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913430539198086520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182661388331691325.post-5062396794162690972013-10-11T14:03:00.000-07:002014-04-05T09:01:44.499-07:00Leave room for Jesus <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For the past 2 years I have debated starting a blog. When this idea first popped into my head, I thought that a teenager starting a blog was something that only happened on the Disney Channel or Nickelodeon. I decided to sit on the idea for a while, and instead start journaling as often as my little heart desired. Journaling was all fun and games. . .until I became obsessed and filled up my comp book and notes section of my iphone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So here I am world! I'm taking my little old comp book to the next step. I am now a blogger. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've found that coming up with ideas for things I can write about is not as hard as I thought it would be, however; I have also found that coming up with an introduction blog post is not that simple. So I decided to google it. . . because that's what you're suppose to do when you want to find out the answer to something right? So here are some responses on what one should do when writing an introduction blog post: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Well one thing is for sure: Google did not help me at all. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But you know what? That is totally fine. Because there is no right way to blog. Sometimes you post something great, and sometimes you post something not so great. So I'm just going to do me, Allie, and be secure in the fact that I will always write the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So now on to bigger and better things! You're probably wondering what a "Cathlete" is, so I'll go ahead and explain what that is and what you should expect from this blog. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Cathlete, comes from the words Catholic and Athleteā¦Catholic <complete id="goog_802543354">+ </complete>Athlete = Cathlete. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I chose to title my blog "Life of a Cathlete," because my life is all about Catholicism and select soccer. For many years my life was just soccer, which was great because soccer is my passion and what I excel at, however, when I got into high school my parents pushed me to be involved with other things so I could be a more well rounded person. I tried getting involved with some great organizations, but nothing seemed to fit. I later got in touch with my Catholic Faith, something I neglected most of my life, and through the grace of God found myself in Christ. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(My reversion back to the Catholic church is a lot longer story than what I just told you, so I'll probably talk more about that in a later postā¦)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've learned a lot about myself because of Christ, and have been blessed with the great opportunity to showcase the talents God gave me on the soccer field. It is certainly not easy to balance my faith and my sport, but I manage to do that and still have time for normal teenager stuff. Sometimes that means staying up a little later, attending extra practices, showing up to school events a little late, finishing my english essay instead of hanging out with friends, and much more. Quite often I hear people say "I want to be close to God, but I'm just really busy right now and don't have time." I'm sorry to say this, but that's an excuse. If I can play on two select soccer teams, take advanced classes, participate in clubs at my school, and be an active member at my church, you can do some prioritizing and make time for a relationship with God. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope that my blog will be a testimony to all, that one can be a devoted son or daughter of God, AND have other passions and interests! God is calling each and every one of us to pursue Him in the same way that He pursues us every second of everyday. So let us all be on fire for Christ. Let us all learn how to be a better version of ourselves. Let us all learn how to balance our schedules. Let us all learn how to leave room for Christ. </span><br />
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