You know, I never took people seriously when they said that exposing yourself to negative, morally questionable content brings you down spiritually. Kind of stupid of me, right? All I know is that over the past week or so, I’ve … Continue reading
As if we needed more reasons…. (:
I’ve got my Rosary out, and I’m ready to pray a few decades for John’s conversion of heart.
I really don’t have enough faith in my own prayers, and I just keep trying to remind myself that when I doubt my prayers, I’m doubting Jesus’s mercy and willingness to help me. I know that whenever my prayers seem to go unanswered, God just has something better in mind, but it can be scary having to accept “no” for an answer, even if God is offering something greater. Also, it can be so difficult to accept that some things take time, though I try to remember that God’s timing is always perfect.
Jesus, life’s disappointments have left me disillusioned, jaded and cynical. I guess you get to a place where you tell yourself you don’t believe in miracles, knowing that deep down you desperately want to be proven wrong. Lord, grant me childlike faith. Cleanse me of my doubt, that my heart may look to You for every answer. I know You’re listening, and I know that You, who conquered sin and death, will answer my prayers and likewise conquer the binds of sin and lust on John’s heart. You alone will fill the void he’s tried to fill with sex and earthly pleasures. I know You can do these things, O Jesus, because You’ve already done them for me.
Before I go to bed, I want to share my chastity prayers with you guys. I say them every night, and they’ve helped me to fight temptations for nearly four years. The first is the Prayer of St. Thomas Aquinas, whose purity was challenged immensely when his father and brothers tried to tempt him with a prostitute:
Dear Jesus, I know that every perfect gift,
and especially that of chastity,
depends on the power of Your providence.
Without You a mere creature can do nothing.
Therefore, I beg You to defend by Your grace
the chastity and purity of my body and soul.
And if I have ever imagined or felt anything
that could stain my chastity and purity,
blot it out, Supreme Lord of my powers,
that I may advance with a pure heart in Your love and service,
offering myself on the most pure altar of Your divinity
all the days of my life. Amen.
And the Prayer to St. Thomas Aquinas for Purity:
Chosen lily of innocence, pure St. Thomas,
who kept chaste the robe of baptism
and became an angel in the flesh after being girded by two angels,
I implore you to commend me to Jesus, the Spotless Lamb,
and to Mary, the Queen of Virgins.
Gentle protector of my purity, ask them that I,
who wear the holy sign of your victory over the flesh,
may also share your purity,
and after imitating you on earth
may at last come to be crowned with you among the angels. Amen.
Goodnight, my wonderfull followers! If you ever need prayers, advice or anything else, I’m always here.
Four years in an all-girls Catholic high school prepared me for college writing and defending my faith in the face of persecution; it didn’t prepare for the kind of male attention college has brought me so far. I really don’t … Continue reading
I love this article! It hurts when people say that the Church hates gays, and whenever I try to explain my position, I feel like all these misconceptions lead others to put words in my mouth. Gershom says it all pretty well here.
I don’t know how to Tuesday. I’m tired. I left my phone at school. Tuesdays, man. No. I don’t know that I have anything important or inspiring to say today, but I thought I should post anyway. I’ve been journaling … Continue reading
I feel ambivalent about everything these days. Just unsure of myself, I guess. These last few weeks at Mass, I’ve just had this burden on my chest, this overwhelming feeling of unworthiness. It physically hurts. I don’t feel like I’m good enough for Your love, Jesus. I feel like I’m just letting you down, like my sins are going to eat away at my faith little by little. It’s terrifying, Lord. I need Your love so much it hurts.
I don’t know what You have waiting for me. I know I’m not supposed to worry about tomorrow, but it’s hard not to worry when everyone around me is moving in such a blur, getting ready for their futures, making plans, writing application essays, seemingly so ready for real life. I don’t know whether I’m ready for what’s to come, Jesus, nor do I know what’s coming. I hope I’m making the right choices, heading in the direction You’re pointing me. Life’s overwhelming me right now, and I need to cling to You.
Lord, what am I supposed to do about the guy? He’s sweet, he’s smart, he’s funny, he’s cute, he likes me. I worry that I’m blinded by all the good and failing to see the bad. Is he pulling me from my faith? The conversations we’ve had, the photos I’ve sent (nothing risque, but not quite modest either). He knows about my faith, he knows about my chastity. He supports it. He’s Jewish, but not too serious about his religion. He’s older than me and he lives far away. He always makes me smile, and I love our Skype calls and his bad puns and pet names. I’m just so confused right now, and I don’t know what I’m doing. I really like him, but I firmly believe that “a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.” I don’t want to do that, Jesus. I want to listen to Your voice in every area of my life. I can’t give You my full heart while looking for Your loopholes. That’s not who I am, and that’s not who You created me to be.
Jesus, You know that all this is just the beginning of my worries right now, just the tip of the iceberg. I’m just begging for Your help at this point because I fear I’ve lost all direction. Make me humble, Lord, but at the same time, help me to see the good and beautiful in me so I don’t have to rely on boys for validation of my own worth. Please stay with me and help me to listen to Your voice among the crowd. I trust You to lead me home.
“That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.”
- Lay Your Burdens Down (everydayseekingtruth.wordpress.com)
“Christ is my spouse. He chose me first, and His I will be. He made my soul beautiful with the jewels of grace and virtue. I belong to Him whom the angels serve.” – St. Agnes of Rome
This is the first saint quote I ever learned, back when I was about ten. I think it’s so beautiful, and the words, mind you, are coming from a girl of about twelve, right in the face of Roman persecution. Yes, a twelve-old-girl was martyred over these words in the third century. All I’m saying, when I get to heaven, God willing, she’s getting a serious high-five. May we all follow her example.
These crack me up. Catholics should flirt this way.
I look at my Tumblr, and it’s sad to think how seldom I use it to share my faith. I have 275 followers, so I certainly would have an audience, but I guess the truth is that I’m afraid that if I “Catholicize” my blog too much, I’ll lose followers. That’s something I need to work on.
Anyway, I have found a few posts that I feel are worth sharing here. This first one is about confession, one I wrote last year. I used to seriously struggle with chastity, but I’ve never, ever told anyone about that, except for the priest and one friend who, at the time, was recovering from the same thing. I guess it’s really hard for Catholic girls in particular to talk about those problems. There’s this idea that only guys look at porn, that only guys have lustful thoughts, that only guys masturbate. It’s not true.
I went to an all-girls Catholic high school after three years at a public middle school. I had worn a purity ring since 7th grade, and I was proud of it. In public school, people asked me about the little silver ring I always wore, engraved with “True love waits” and two tiny hearts. I told them it meant that I was saving sex for marriage. That’s what I thought it meant. That was the extent of my knowledge of chastity, and at the time, simply saving sex for marriage seemed like a huge thing to me. I didn’t care about modesty in dress, speech or behavior. Freshman year was a huge change for me and my perception of what it means to be pure.
Anyway, that’s like the prologue to my freshman year conversion of heart, but I can talk about that another time. This is the blog post I wanted to share:
So, I haven’t said anything about it, but I’d been carrying around this giant burden for a while now. I hadn’t gone to Confession in months because I knew that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to make a complete confession, and I decided that it was better to hold off on confession altogether rather than go and not say everything.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve witnessed firsthand the miracles, the graces, the joy that comes with Reconciliation. Just after my 15th birthday, I made the hardest confession of my life, something that had been eating at me constantly for months. I was really struggling, and I felt I couldn’t tell anyone about it. I tried to reason with myself that the sin wasn’t that bad, that God would forgive me even if I didn’t try to do better, but I knew I was wrong. I think that’s the hardest thing ever, accepting that you’re wrong, that Jesus is right, that no matter how you try to justify what you’re doing, you just can’t. The choice is really, really hard: a) keep fighting an internal battle you’ll never win, or b) put down your damn pride, your need for self-gratification, and ask God for help.
That’s where Reconciliation comes in. For months, I put it off, I pulled a St. Augustine: “Grant me chastity and continence, but not yet.” Eventually, though, I just had to do it. I went to Reconciliation, I was shaking and sweating, I confessed to God, through the priest, what I’d done, and I really, really begged Him for help. I needed help. I didn’t know what to do, how to stop, I was terrified of falling back into it. That’s just it, though. The difficulty, the total humility that comes with making a real, soul-emptying confession. It’s powerful. I went home that day, and I think I just cried. For just over two years now, I’ve been entirely free of the burden I was carrying. God’s helped to fight the temptations I thought would never end, and I feel free.
You guys, I ramble like crazy, but please, please, please, please understand the importance of Reconciliation. If you’re struggling with your prayer life, with temptation, internal war, if you feel completely lost and don’t know what to do, go to Confession.
God bless! ❤