The Circle of Life

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This past weekend was one of the busiest I've had in a long time but it's also one of my favorite weekends.
On Friday night I was scheduled to do two hours of Adoration for a Koinonia retreat held at my alma mater. I've been apart of this retreat in a big way for most of my college life. In fact, the only time I wasn't on the leadership team was when I was a candidate my freshman year. So handing over the reins was no easy task. What made it even harder was that this was the smallest team we've ever had and the largest candidate pool. I volunteered myself to one of the directors many times but she said she didn't want to take me away from my other engagement for the weekend. So I settled for a two hour adoration slot. (A HUGE part of this retreat is that we have perpetual adoration)
I felt restless for the first few minutes of adoration as I saw my director friend rushing around all stressed out. I soon turned my focus to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament. A rush of peace came over me and I didn't want to leave. I realized that the torch had been passed and that my only job now was to pray. How lucky was I?!
I also realized that a huge part of discernment was to pray- again I'm a lucky girl!
After an hour of prayer the chapel got busier as we had to pray "in" the team members giving talks and pray "out" the ones that were finished with their talks.
When my two hour slot came to a close I said good-bye to everyone and drove 40 minutes back to my parents house. When I got there I quickly ate dinner and went to bed because I had to be up at 4am for next favorite event...Deer Hunt for the Disabled.
I've Been volunteering for DHD for seven years and always come back grateful that I have two legs to walk on. This hunt is for disabled hunters that aren't physically able to hunt without a lot of assistance. Plus, it helps control the deer population. I have to be at the "base camp' in the middle of nowhere Missouri at 5am so I can meet up with my team, load up all of our hunters and get them out before sunrise. (It always amazes me that all of us can get out all 35 hunters- many who can't walk- out in their deer stands in less than an hour.)
Everyone is split up in teams of five or six adults and a couple of kids- with each team we usually have four or five hunters that we assist. I've always been with the same team so it's always like a family reunion each year. After we get all of our hunters out we sit and wait...and wait...and wait. While waiting we sit and catch up on hunting stories and everything that has happened during the year.
This year it wasn't until almost sunset that we got the call that a hunter killed two deer. Usually a tracking team will find the deer for us but they were busy- it was up to us to find both deer at night and get the hunter out of his stand. I love to track deer- my team calls me "high tracker" because one year I found four deer without the tracking team. But this year we had three young boys with us tracking so being the only female my motherly instincts kicked in.

Instead of tracking the deer I was tracking the boys tracking the deer.

I saw it as a prefect opportunity to teach them how it was done. As we got out in the field and followed the trail the boys got more and more anxious. We finally found the deer and the boys got so excited! It was bitter sweet because to think that I couldn't say I found the deer by myself but it was great to pass along the skill. It's the one reason we have young kids follow us around- so we can pass passion of DHD to future generations.
So. In less than 24 hours I passed on two torches that were a huge part of my life. One taught me how to lead and one taught me to have appreciation for nature and two working legs.

However, another chapter in my life is just starting to write itself. It's exciting and scary yet it's like I knew this would happen all along. Stay tuned.

Meeting new nuns is just as awkward as a junior high dance.

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A couple of weeks ago I attended a solemn profession of one of the Friars at my Alma Mater.
For over a year prior to that,  he would mention to me that there would be nuns at the profession- according to him it would be nun fest 2011.

This got me excited.

On the day of the profession I entered the chapel and ramped up my nunar but I detected nothing but Friars. My friend and I sat down and I continued to look. I figured there wouldn't be any habited sisters- that would be too easy.
The Mass started and it was a beautiful ceremony. I don't know who cried more Br. Jesus or his parents.
After the ceremony my friend and I went to the Friary for the reception. She had a party to go to soon so I would on my own- I wouldn't have much time to socialize with the Friars or find the nuns.
My introvertness/ awkwardness immediately came out so couldn't bring myself to talk with any of the Friars. Not wanting to give up just yet I decided to follow my friends and get some of the fine mexician food offered. I knew I would warm up if I stayed around people I knew first then venture out.
After catching up with the other college students/ alumni about every obnoxious detail of their life, my friend said she couldn't stay any longer. Sensing defeat I said I would walk with her to her dorm. As we were leaving we stopped to say good-bye to one of our favorite friars.
I told him that I was dissappointed that nunfest 2011 didn't happen. He said "Of course they're here...one of them did the reading!" I said there's no way! Neither reader set off my nunar!
He then wisked me across the reception area and introduced me to Sr.Chris, a 30 year old temporary professed sister.
I made a mental note that I would have to work on my young nunar. But to my defense here was the set-up:

This could easily be confused with the set-up of my senior prom:

Unlike my prom date she was extremely nice and every bit of a nun. She kept asking everyone if they had enough to eat and drink- then shoved cookies at them regardless of their answer. She took great care of the older nun who came with her who hardly knew a soul there.
My friend looked at me and said "well I guess you're in your element now. I'm leaving." And she was right-these were my people.
We exchanged vocation stories and reasons why we love religious life. It was a conversation that I never get tired of having. Later that night I caught up with the older nun and with my favorite friar they exchanged stories of their younger days as Religious. The stories ranged from the touching to the hilarious.
But there was also some awkwardness...both nuns were from an order that I was unfamilar with. Totally new terrritory to interact with "New nuns". I'm used to hanging out with only my nuns. I know everything about my nuns-I'm confortable with my nuns- hince why I call them MY nuns. I noticed right away that once I started talking about my nuns I couldn't stop. Luckily I caught myself and was able to revert questions back to them.
All-in-all it was a great night full of laughter dancing and story-telling. And even though there were only two nuns there- to me it was still nunfest 2011.

White Girl Problems

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Last Friday, I came upon a site called whitewhine.com. It takes tweets and facebook posts of people complaining about the most ridiculous things. While I laughed at a few of the posts- I was horrified at some of the "complaints". People were truly upset about the new iPhone, road construction at early hours and interactions with non-English speakers.
Even though I left the website with a sick stomach- it did make me think. I asked myself what do I complain about? Is it a white girl problem or a real problem?
Of course, whatever the problem God will always listen to me. God will never say "Oh girl please! That's a white girl problem- you're on your own!"
Although I've never been one to complain to others. Over the weekend I medidated on what problems irritate me. I asked myself, "Should I be upset about this? Will getting upset solve anything? Again is this a while girl problem?" The answers was usually "no" "no" and "yes". This helped me relax and have a smile on my face.
I also maveled at how well God truly knows me. (S)he used a little humor and alittle "shock therapy" to help me mediate on what really matters.

God is awesome.

A time out for God

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Every once and a while I will get a tugging in my heart from God. This tugging I've learn is God's way of saying to me "Audra, I need you to listen to me. I need all of you." These tugging moments usually don't come at the best of times. For example, eating dinner with a group of friends in the caf, in the middle of running errands and so on. But I try the best that I can to drop everything and be with God. It's usually not for a long time but just enough time to refocus myself on what truly matters- serving God with my whole heart. I love these quiet and peaceful moments and my heart always leaves full- it's like a spiritual all-you-can-eat buffet. Here's one of the songs I listen to get me in the prayerful mood:

A little update of why I've completely neglected this blog.

Life has been a bit crazy for the past three weeks. On September 19th I started working for a Salvation Army Kroc Center in town. I can honestly say that it's one of the best jobs I've ever had- if not the greatest. My co-workers are great people (for the most part) we work so well together and never leave each other stranded when a difficult customer comes through the line. Plus, the Kroc Center is so new and different that people are always blown away at what we have to offer the community. It's easy to feel proud working there.
Another great thing about the Kroc Center is the diversity of people we get- one minute I'm helping a former politician with his membership then the next assisting a homeless person find shelter for the night. Each person has a different need and it's my job to assist them in whichever way I can.
So now that things have settled down -I'm no longer working 45 plus hours between two job- as I was for the past two weeks. I can now focus more attention to this blog! Whoo!

God's dog

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Sixteen years ago I remember wondering why my mother had disappeared. We just got home from my sisters basketball game and I assumed she would be home waiting for us- she wasn't.

Finally I heard the door open and to my relief mom came into the kitcten. I went to hug her but noticed she  had a towel over her sholder- she turned her back to me and underneath that towel I saw a little wet nose...

"A PUPPY!!!" I exclaimed. ( Like any six year old this was a dream come true)

Mom removed the towel so I could see my new pet best friend sister. She was this little black and white ball of fur with ears that nearly touched the ground. Mom put her on the floor and we ran towards each other- it was a match made in heaven.

We would call her Muffy- a combination of mom's two childhood dogs Mufin and Tuffy.
Over the years Muffy was there for many pivital times in my life.
Whenever I had a boy over Muffy would sit in between us to make sure we didn't get too close.  This might have been a sign she wanted me to be a nun. (Ironically, I was petting her as I told my mom what I wanted to do- Muffy never left my side)

She greeted me the night of my first kiss and was there when the boy broke my heart nine months later. Unfortunately she never once bit him.
Through all the proms graduations funerals and holidays, Muffy was there barking at whoever had the audicity to come to our house- once she checked them out she would completely ignore them unless they had food.

Muffy wasn't supposed to be. Her mother got loose one night and well, you know...She was a free mute- the last one of the litter. But she gave us sixteen wonderful years of laughter, company and joy.

She came into my life when I was just in kindergarden and left a few monthes after I graduated from college. I figure that she thought she taught me everything I needed to learn from her- that her job was done. She tried so hard to act like the puppy she once was but her body just wouldn't let her. Her old weary body needed a rest.

I'm not as sad as I thought I would be- instead I'm grateful of the gift that God had given to my family.

But given all of this: I simply miss my dog.

Who we are...

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Thanks to Fr. Darren for posting this video on his blog. Props to DefendUsInBattleBlog for making the video!

Good News on the Priest Front!

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My good friend Adam over at Muddling through my Catholic life has gone to the seminary! Adam and I graduated from Quincy University together and have contemplated Catholicism over many a beer for the past two years with many great friends. I know that Adam will make a great priest- even though he will not take any of my "suggestions" for when he becomes Pope:

• Like institute a World Youth Day bar crawl.
• Put a bar in every church.
• Wear dreadlocks with his pope hat.
• Integrate Bob Marley songs in the Liturgy.

Did I mention that Adam and I drank many a beer together?

In all seriousness, I ask that you all pray for Adam and his fellow seminarians as they continue to discern where God is calling them. And while you're at it- give some love to the lay seminarians as well!

St. John Vianney- Patron Saint of Diocesan Priests- Pray for us!