This is a blogpost on one of my best friends...she's pretty great. And she's all about evangelization. Therefore, it's a party every time we hang out.
~Esa Cita
Friday, September 30, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Spoiled
I had some time today in the car to write in my notebook, here are the words. :)
No phone, no internet. Just me, my car, and some music telling me that this has got to be the good life. Looking back on the weekend's events I count my blessings and notice that I should probably stop counting by now...
I have friends that give me tea and water when I get sick, and hold my hair back when I throw up. I have a cousin and protective friends who defend me and keep me safe from questionable individuals until the police show up to take care of business. I have friends who care about the salvation of souls through community and relational ministry. I have a family of fellow servants who prays together; you can best believe that we will be staying together. I have a good protective soldier to walk me to my car when I don't feel safe. I got to walk the streets of Centreville to speak to God's people searching for day labor. Today, I get to teach english and experience the joy of serving others. I even have facebook to go to when my phone dies, and a Cece Moschetto to offer me a shirt when I don't have enough clothes. Best of all, I have in my stomach the pancakes that Rebecca made me for breakfast. ;)
I am so blessed. I am so spoiled with a home in my world. Be it Springfield, Cuba, Illinois, George Mason University apartments, or the front seat of my car, God you make me at home.
I love you, thank you for your blessings and infinite, passionate, marvelous love.
Love,
Me
~Esa Cita
No phone, no internet. Just me, my car, and some music telling me that this has got to be the good life. Looking back on the weekend's events I count my blessings and notice that I should probably stop counting by now...
I have friends that give me tea and water when I get sick, and hold my hair back when I throw up. I have a cousin and protective friends who defend me and keep me safe from questionable individuals until the police show up to take care of business. I have friends who care about the salvation of souls through community and relational ministry. I have a family of fellow servants who prays together; you can best believe that we will be staying together. I have a good protective soldier to walk me to my car when I don't feel safe. I got to walk the streets of Centreville to speak to God's people searching for day labor. Today, I get to teach english and experience the joy of serving others. I even have facebook to go to when my phone dies, and a Cece Moschetto to offer me a shirt when I don't have enough clothes. Best of all, I have in my stomach the pancakes that Rebecca made me for breakfast. ;)
I am so blessed. I am so spoiled with a home in my world. Be it Springfield, Cuba, Illinois, George Mason University apartments, or the front seat of my car, God you make me at home.
I love you, thank you for your blessings and infinite, passionate, marvelous love.
Love,
Me
~Esa Cita
Monday, September 19, 2011
Why so silent
Dear Blog,
Sorry that this place has been a bit dead. Truth is that I'm not dead. In fact, I'm very much alive...so alive that none of my emails have been responded to until now, my laundry is sitting on my bed waiting to be folded at 11:35pm, and the infinite amounts of homework due tomorrow are still waiting to be completed (some just started).
I've been very busy living.
Here are photos of places I've been and activities I have participated in...I would be here forever if I gave you my thoughts on them so I'll let the pictures tell a thousand words.
So dear blog, please let any words that could possibly sounds marvelous go through your mind and know that it was better than that. I couldn't have imagined a more beautiful past few weeks.
It's just that extracurricular activities tend to get in the way of school so much of the time.
~Esa Cita
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Not my will, but Yours be done.
"Few souls understand what God would accomplish in them if they were to abandon themselves unreservedly to Him and if they were to allow His grace to mold them accordingly."
-St. Ignatius Loyola
-St. Ignatius Loyola
Direction
It's 1:19 AM and I'm far from getting into my comfy new pretty comforter. Oh soft bed, don't be too lonely without me tonight...I'm just trying to win a job so I can get you a room to go with your fabulous pillow one day.
I am at a transition in life right now, floating somewhere in between college student status, part-time job, part-time intern, part-time volunteer, full-time soul. While I find this status exciting, it's been so exciting that I've lost many peaceful nights of rest, and my memory has become quite mushed along with my sanity. I'm even losing my normal human functions...knees with the ability to move without hurting, heads with the ability to feel nothing but normal...you know, the petty things middle class kids are spoiled with sometimes.
Somewhere in the mush of things I keep reminding myself that yes, there's something greater behind what I'm doing. There's a reason to do things and to do them well; and it's beyond my own success. Yes, there's a way to work towards sanctifying myself.
A quote from one of my directors comes to mind:
~Esa Cita
I am at a transition in life right now, floating somewhere in between college student status, part-time job, part-time intern, part-time volunteer, full-time soul. While I find this status exciting, it's been so exciting that I've lost many peaceful nights of rest, and my memory has become quite mushed along with my sanity. I'm even losing my normal human functions...knees with the ability to move without hurting, heads with the ability to feel nothing but normal...you know, the petty things middle class kids are spoiled with sometimes.
Somewhere in the mush of things I keep reminding myself that yes, there's something greater behind what I'm doing. There's a reason to do things and to do them well; and it's beyond my own success. Yes, there's a way to work towards sanctifying myself.
A quote from one of my directors comes to mind:
If you lose the supernatural meaning of your life, your charity will be philanthropy; your purity, decency; your mortification, stupidity; your discipline, a lash; and all your works, fruitless. (The Way, 280)I cannot lose the focus, I will continue the fight. No battle can be quit.
~Esa Cita
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