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Help is Not on the Way

Why is it that Catholics (and other Pro-Life, Christian churches) are seen as horrid and damnifying simply because they do not condone abortion?

Jesus taught us all to help those less fortunate than us, to help the poor and needy, the sick and hungry. He calls us to help the hurt and the suffering.

That is exactly what the Catholic church was attempting to do when it requested the money to help victims of human trafficking. BUT. Because they would not provide abortion services or birth control, the Catholic church was denied the money and it was redistributed to various other organizations who would probably inflict more hurt and pain upon those victims through abortions.

I would be interested to see what these other institutions are that received the money. They might think that they are looking out for the best interests of trafficking victims, but they are not.

Those individuals (mostly women I’m going to assume) have already been beaten, humiliated, raped, and worse. They have been exposed to psychological damaging circumstances. And the government feels that the best way to deal with these issues is to provide them with abortions? Which are also physically and emotionally scarring?

It’s like they’re saying, “You’ve probably been through heck and back. But hey! What’s one more traumatizing event? We’ll abort your baby for you and now not only will you have to deal with the memories of your trafficking experience but also of your baby who will never experience life.”

That’s great.

Sorry to be so blunt and crude, but this is reality. No point in trying to hide it or make it into something it’s not. The issue of abortion is not about sunshine and rainbows. It’s about murder, taking the life of an innocent being without any regard. It’s so incredibly disturbing.


“And the King will answer, ‘In truth I tell you, in so far as you did this to one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did it to me.'”
“Then he will answer, ‘In truth I tell you, in so far as you neglected to do this to one of the least of these, you neglected to do it to me.'” (Matthew 25: 40 & 45)


Stuff That Drives Me Crazy

We all have those days. You know… Those one’s where nothing goes right. You lose everything. You are late. Get stuck in traffic. Forget your books, forget to do your homework, forget to set your alarm and wake up in a panic for class. Have butter fingers; drop everything. Stub your toes. Smack yourself in the face. Forget about an important meeting. Forget to study for your mid-term. The list goes on. You can add to it if you wish.

This is how much talent I have. Yesterday I cut my arm on the little thing on the microwave that locks the door into place. Yep. Went to take out my dinner and underestimated the distance I needed to move my arm to close the door. Have a huge scrap. It actually hurt quite a bit…

Anyways! I love Francesca Battistelli’s music, and this song makes me feel better about myself and my horrible days and those little things that drive me crazy. Hope it helps y’all too!! STAY POSITIVE!! 😀


Daughters and Sons

I got an envelope from my Aunt yesterday with a beautiful fall card, a milk chocolate Lindt bar, and this. It made my cry, and I wanted to share it with you all.


We need to teach our DAUGHTERS
the difference between

a man who FLATTERS her
and a man who COMPLIMENTS her;

A man who SPENDS MONEY on her
and a man who INVESTS in her;

A man who views her as PROPERTY
and a man who views her PROPERLY;

A man who LUSTS after her
and a man who LOVES her;

A man who believes he is GOD’S GIFT to women
and a man who remembers a WOMAN was GOD’S GIFT to MAN;

And then teach OUR SONS to be that kind of man.


I just thought this was so profound and completely true. It also made me think of the song “Daughters” by John Mayer. Not sure why, but thought it share it nonetheless. Have a great week!


My Parents!

In criminology, we are learning about what might cause people to engage in illegal behavior and violent/white-collar crime. One of the theories we studied talks about the types of bonds that delinquents lack; one of those bonds is a close relationship with their parents. And so, I am going to brag about my parents.

They are the best parents a girl could ever ask for.

They are great listeners.

I can tell them anything and everything.

They give it to me straight. They tell me the truth, the brutally honest truth, whether I want to hear it or not. Who wants someone who tells you what you want to hear all the time?

They are patient, and kind, considerate, and compassionate.

They have been great role models to my sisters and me.

My parents live their life, their marriage, in God. Nothing happens without Him, and I’ve learned that through them.

They have great, conservative morals and values.

They respect all human life, from conception to natural death.

I hope that one day I can find a guy half as great as my dad. (And that will still be pretty great!)

Mom and Dad would do anything for anyone.

They have great relationships with their parents. I hope that I can be as great a parent to my children as they have been to me.

They give me so much.

They support me in everything that I do. They want me to be great!

They are beautiful people. 🙂

I would rather spend the night with my parents and my two little sisters than go out on the town with my friends. I am a rather big homebody.

We have so much fun together.

They make me laugh. They make me smile when I’m sad.

My parents give great advice.

They know when I’m feeling down, even if I try my hardest to hide it.

I would not be the person I am without my Mommy and Daddy.

They are smart. They are hardworking.

They have great laughs, the kind of laugh that is addicting, and I can’t ever help but laugh along with them.

They taught me what is right and wrong.

They taught me to put others before myself.

They taught me to love with all my heart. To never settle for mediocrity. To be the best I can possibly be.

They tell me I’m beautiful, even when I feel ugly.

They love me unconditionally, despite all my flaws. And I love them unconditionally.

We fight. We argue. We yell. We don’t always see eye to eye. We need our personal space. But at the end of the day, my parents are my best friends. I would not be the person I am today without them, and for that I am so eternally grateful.

I thank God every night for them.

Love you Mom and Dad!


Why Can’t It Be Different

I’m going to switch this post up a bit. Instead of ranting on about the politics of today’s world, I think I’m going to write a little post about my life.

I recently just broke up with my boyfriend of a… wait for it….. whomping two whole months!! I know, I know. I live a dangerous dating life.

Nevertheless, I am sad that it has ended. I’ve like this guy for many many months now (more than I will admit to you folk), and when we finally started dating I was super-duper excited. And of course I thought it would last more than two months… It didn’t.

Plus, seeing as we are both Resident Advisers in the same residence hall, our little fling was a bit illegal. It was a closet, under the table, sort of relationship. Definitely not exactly what one might call “healthy.”

We bickered somewhat often. He never took me on a date. We could somewhat hold a conversation, but nothing too serious. We didn’t have the same outlooks on life. We didn’t share the same values. We didn’t care about the same politics (meaning, he didn’t care about politics at all). We didn’t have the same interests; he was a video game person… I couldn’t care less. He doesn’t know what he wants in his future. I know exactly (or so I think) what I want. He didn’t know what he wanted in the relationship. I knew I wanted more.

And at this point your asking… Lucy, what did you have in common? What attracted you to each other? NO IDEA.

Still, I am sitting here in my dorm room, quite sad. And I’m trying to figure out why.

What have I lost really? I’m still healthy. I still have God. I still have my family, my friends. My sanity.

Perhaps I’m sad for superficial reasons. Maybe I just liked the idea of having a boyfriend, even if he wasn’t exactly up to par. I could definitely fit in with my friends better, seeing as all of them except for 2 are dating someone.

Maybe I’m sad because I wasn’t the oddball out in our group and now I am again.

I know it’s not their fault, but sometimes my friends make me angry. When the group of us hang out, there’s always PDA, almost to the point where I either 1) tell them to knock it off because it’s disgusting or 2) just get up and leave because I can’t take it anymore.

I realize this could be me being too uptight or too selfish or too self-pitying, but sometimes I feel like my friends are just flaunting their relationships in front of me, almost like a “Hey. I’ve got someone. Where’s yours?” kinda thing. I know that sounds ridiculous… I know I know. And I hate that I’m even thinking it, but our dinner conversations consist of their boyfriends and girlfriends, of them holding hands with each other and kissing and, I don’t know, being flirty and all PDA-y. Of course, I’m fine with listening. I’m glad my friends are happy. Sometimes though, I don’t care. Can anyone empathize with me on this?

Even though I’m saying and thinking these things, I do know one thing: God has someone so special out there for me that I can’t even imagine him. I hate that I have to be so patient! I hate that I don’t know when I will meet him, or how I will meet him. I wish I could have him right now. God has different plans. I have a lot more growing up to do. I have many things to accomplish before I get to meet my special someone.

I complain a lot. I whine. I feel sorry for myself. I cry and scream and ask “Why me?” I pray to God for someone. But at the end of the day, even though I don’t want to admit it, I know that I have a fantastic life. And the only person I NEED in my life is God and my family. He will provide all the rest. It all comes down to PATIENCE. Ugh… that horrible word! It’s SO HARD!

I know that God will help me through anything. I know that God will give me exactly what I need, but not necessarily what I want. I know that it comes down to God. I can do nothing without God in my life.

My prayer for you and for me is this: That we may trust in God to help us get through the difficult things in life. That he grants us with the patience and understanding to realize that God does have a plan for our lives; we will find out sooner or later what it is. I pray that God helps us wait for the person we are supposed to spend the rest of our lives with. I pray that He helps that other person wait for us. We should make the most out of our lives and stop feeling sorry for ourselves. I pray that we do everything for the glory of God in the Highest. Amen.


Pope Benedict’s 9/11 Prayer

O God of love, compassion, and healing,
look on us, people of many different faiths
and traditions,
who gather today at this site,
the scene of incredible violence and pain.
We ask you in your goodness
to give eternal light and peace
to all who died here—
the heroic first-responders:
our fire fighters, police officers,
emergency service workers, and
Port Authority personnel,
along with all the innocent men and women
who were victims of this tragedy
simply because their work or service
brought them here on September 11, 2001.

We ask you, in your compassion
to bring healing to those
who, because of their presence here that day,
suffer from injuries and illness.
Heal, too, the pain of still-grieving families
and all who lost loved ones in this tragedy.
Give them strength to continue their lives
with courage and hope.

We are mindful as well
of those who suffered death, injury, and loss
on the same day at the Pentagon and in
Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
Our hearts are one with theirs
as our prayer embraces their pain and suffering.

God of peace, bring your peace to our violent world:
peace in the hearts of all men and women
and peace among the nations of the earth.
Turn to your way of love
those whose hearts and minds
are consumed with hatred.
God of understanding,
overwhelmed by the magnitude of this tragedy,
we seek your light and guidance
as we confront such terrible events.
Grant that those whose lives were spared
may live so that the lives lost here
may not have been lost in vain.

Comfort and console us,
strengthen us in hope,
and give us the wisdom and courage
to work tirelessly for a world
where true peace and love reign
among nations and in the hearts of all.

Pope Benedict XI–Prayer at Ground Zero
New York, 20 April 2008

What’s Marriage to You?

Hey y’all! Happy September. Can’t believe August is over already. It just flew by.

I know it’s been a bit since my last post, and for that I am extremely sorry. I’m sprinting trying to keep up with school and life, but I’m doing my best. Hope y’alls week is going fantastically 🙂

Just a quick follow up on my classes…. Problems with American Democracy is going to be hard. Law and Justice is going to be hard. Criminology is going to be hard, but that’s the class I am most excited about.  It’s going to be a rough semester, let me tell you folks. But I promise if anything interesting happens, I will tell you. Unfortunately, nothing interesting has happened yet. It’s in that dry, introductory phase still. Yeah, I know… Lame.

Anyways. The Republican Presidential candidates are going to be debating on Sept. 7, Wed. I am actually REALLY excited. I missed the last one (*sigh*), but I don’t plan on missing this one. And you can bet your bottom there will be a post afterwards, so be ready.

Found this really awesome article this afternoon.

I would ask that you check it out. The article is about family and how, in this post-modern era, so many woman do not want a husband or children because it hinders their independence, or “freedom to be selfish.” It always makes me kind of sad when I hear my peers (mostly girls) talk about how they don’t want children. Or they don’t believe in marriage; they want to keep their freedom, their independence, their happiness.

But I agree with the author. I want to be married because I want to keep my happiness, I want to stay independent. I don’t think you lose anything when you get married and have children. Sure, things change. But life is about change. What you gain is more important. You gain love, happiness, innocence, knowledge.

I look forward to that time in my life when I find the man I want to spend my entire life with. I look forward to the time when God blesses him and me with children. It makes me all smiley every time I think about it. I hope that someday these women realize that what you gain with marriage and children is more than you could ever lose.


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