
Today I realized how precious the friendships in my life really are. Friendship is a gift from God and never to be taken for granted. Friends carry us through dark seasons in our lives and are their to offer their prayers, support, and love. Friends are their in the joyous times to rejoice with and share in the happiness the Lord gives us. With a true friend, one's soul can relax in their presence and truely be the person they really are. I thank God for the gift of friendship today.
"Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up the other... A threefold cord is not quickly broken." - Ecclesiastes 4: 9, 12
"Friendship is a great gift. One to be prayed for and not taken for granted. When God gives a friend, he is enrusting us with the care of another person's heart. It is a chance to mother and to sister, to be a Life giver, to help someone else become the woman she was created to be, to walk alongside her and call her deep heart forth." - Captivating by Staci Eldridge

Happy Birthday to Our Queen and Our Mother!
Our Lady always faithfully prays for us, protects us, and leads us straight to her son Jesus. This article inspired me this morning concerning the roadway to Jesus which is fitting since prayer to our Blessed Mother is a sure sign that we will be led safely to HIM.
A New Road
Many ways led to Bethlehem: Mary and Joseph's long trip from Nazareth; the shepard's path over their fields; the wise men's arduous trek across the desert. Jesus' birth causes each of us to set out on a personal journey- a journey to meet this God who so humbly and surprisingly came into the world as a child lying in a manger!
The waiting of the holy family was interrupted by Rome's decree- what inconvenient timing! - so they set off. The way from Nazareth to Bethlehem was long, 90 miles by donkey and on foot. Mary had borne the anguish of wondering what Joseph thought of her pregnancy. We can imagine the two pondering the ancient prophecies, searching for understanding to ease the questions in their hearts. Did they share their fears with one another, or were they calmly silent because it was enough for them to rest in obedience to God's will?
Did Mary fret a bit as she packed, wondering whether to take the swaddling bands she had made- or would they be back home in their own village before her time came? Did Joseph cast a last look longingly back over his shoulder as Nazareth's security passed out of sight and the way stretched ahead with a pregnant wife at his side? Yet the same road that led away from familiarity and comfort led straight to the city where God's promise was to be fulfilled: " and you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, are by no means least among the rulers of Judah; for from you shall come a ruler who is to shepard my people Israel" ( Mt 2:6).
Have I ever experienced something fresh coming to birth in my circumstances once I have been willing to set out on a new road, leaving behind my old, familiar routines? Jesus, may I be just as willing to follow the road to you as Mary and Joseph were.
Written by Jeanne Kun

Yesterday I came across a new favorite parable of mine that reminded me to love those in my life who usually bring out the worst in me. This is the parable about the weeds growing among the wheat which can be found in the book of Matthew 13: 24-30.
24 He put before them another parable: "The kingdom of heaven may be compared to someone who sowed good seed in his field; 25 but while everybody was asleep, an enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat, and then went away. 26 So when the plants came up nad bore grain, then the weeds appeared as well. 27 And the slaves of the householder came and said to him, " Master, did you not sow good seed in your field? Where, then did these weeds come from?" 28 He answered, " An enemy has done this." The slaves said to him, " Then do you want us to go and gather them?" 29 But he replied, " NO; for in gathering the weeds you would uproot the wheat along with them. 30 Let both of them grow together until the harvest; and at harvest time I will tell the reapers, Collect the weeds first and bind them in bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barn."
Jesus instructs the slaves not to uproot the weeds that were growing alongside the wheat but instead let them grow up together lest the wheat be uprooted with it. The weeds reminded me of the people in my life that sadly have been decieved by Satan himself and tend to follow the ways of this world and sometimes tend to choke the good grain right out of us. We all have these weeds growing ceaselessly among us whether they be in the work place, at church, or even in our own families. But God in his mercy has placed them in our midst so that we who have been entrusted with the mission to "love our neighbor as we love ourselves" can let our lights shine and be a witness to God's great love. The weeds can also be looked at as our own vices and weaknesses that can easily snuff out any gifts or virtues God has graciously given us. As the saying goes, " Be patient, God is not finished with me yet." Lord, please help me remember this when I am out in the vineyard with my weedwhacker roaring.

On August 4th we celebrate the feast day of St John Vianney. Considering that Pope Benedict has made this year "The Year of the Priest," we have a powerful intercessor through St. John Vianney who was also given the title of "patron saint of priests" this year. St John Vianney is remembered for being a powerful confessor with the gift of being able to read souls. He would listen to confessions 16 hours a day and could convert the hardest sinner at his words. Throngs of people would line up to confess to him from all around France where he was made to be a parish priest in the small village of Ars in 1818. He led a life of extreme mortification living off potatoes and water and sleeping on hard floors or slabs of wood. He offered all this for the conversion of sinners. He was a wonder worker loved by the crowds and had much patience and a child like simplicity to him. He was constantly being harassed by satan himself and had a deep love for the Blessed Sacrament. He died on August 4, 1859 and to this day is remembered as the living image of our priests with a heart after Christ. Perhaps we can try to make it to mass today or at least call upon his strong intercession for our families, our priests, and an increase in the priesthood.
"All the good works in the world are not equal to the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass because they are the works of men; but the Mass is the work of God. Martyrdom is nothing in comparison for it is but the sacrifice of man to God; but the Mass is the sacrifice of God for man."
- St. John Vianney, Cure d'Ars