Jude, also known as Judas Thaddaeus, was one of the Twelve Apostles of Jesus.
He preached the Gospel with great passion, often in the most difficult circumstances. Through the power of the Holy Spirit, he made profound differences in people’s lives as he offered them the Word of God.
The Gospel tells us that St. Jude was a brother of St. James the Less, also one of the Apostles. They are described in Matthew as the “brethren” of Jesus, probably cousins.
St. Jude is traditionally depicted carrying the image of Jesus in his hand. This recalls oneof his miracles during his work spreading the Word of God.
King Abagar of Edessa asked Jesus to cure him of leprosy and sent an artist to bring him a drawing of Jesus. Impressed with Abagar’s great faith, Jesus pressed His face on a cloth, leaving the image of His face on it. He gave the cloth to St. Jude, who took the image to Abagar and cured him.
In the Catholic Church, St. Jude is the Patron Saint of Hope and impossible causes. Those who are in despair or distraught over finances or other circumstance in life are encouraged to ask St. Jude to pray for them.
Like so many times in the past, I can be too stubborn for my own good! LOL I finally came to my senses when we were in nasty financial situation. My husband, who is self-employed, did not have work lined up and the monthly bills looming. (I am still battling for my disability, of course! At least a Hearing date has been set!!)
I asked St. Jude to pray for our financial situation. As soon as I finished speaking to him, I heard my husband answer his phone. He was headed out the door for a job. The work has continued and is continuing for him. We will be able to pay our bills this month thanks to the prayers said on our behalf by St. Jude!
Just as our friends and family pray for us, the Saints are there to speak to and to ask for their prayers as well! I now thank St. Jude each day before asking for his continued prayers.
I understand that not everyone believes in God or in prayer; however, I am a strong believer. There have just been things that I have experienced that could be explained no other way.
We often ask our friends and family to pray for us. There is comfort in knowing that there are prayers being made on our behalf as we deal with crises, illnesses, chronic health conditions, sicknesses, surgeries, etc. Yet we often sell ourselves short on all of the prayers sources available to us.
Being Catholic, there are so many Saints that are able to pray for us. We do not pray to them; we ask them to pray for us…just like our friends and family. Further we can always ask those dearly departed family and friends to pray for us as well. Before you know it, there is a swell of prayers being raised to assist us in our time of need.
Of course, none of this takes place of our
personal prayers that are placed to our Heavenly Father through Jesus Christ. There is a calming influence as we “unload” confess wrong doings, express our concerns, pains, sadness…as well as all that we are thankful for.
As we express ourselves, we are provided the opportunity to send up a “thank you” for all of those that have said prayers for us…and ask for Heavenly Father’s blessings for them also!
The leaves shimmer
Moving up and down
Reflecting the brilliance of the sun…
Suddenly the branches join in
The smallest of movements
Grow into waves…
The hammock begins to sway
Gentle movements encouraged
By the unseen power of the wind…
My mind is drawn to a parallel
Of how our lives are influenced
By an Unseen Hand…
Some welcome the influence
Yearn to draw it closer
To strive to feel the push and pull…
Some are caught off guard
Stretched to the limit
To attempt to believe the unseen…
Still others are like stone
Unable to feel its touch
It goes unheeded as if not there…
The evidence is all around
It is in the smallest grain of sand
To the brightest star in the sky…
We need just close our eyes
And quiet our minds
To feel His presence…
I recently relayed a story to a friend of mine. Immediately following she asked if I had written about it on my blog yet…
A couple of weeks ago I received a phone call from my parents which was earlier than they would normally call. Of course, I was concerned that something was wrong so instead of answering the phone, “Hi There”….it was more like, “What’s wrong Mom?”. She quickly reassured me that nothing was wrong. She said that Dad had something he had to tell me.
With a huge sigh of relief, I waited for my Dad to come on the line. (Dad, if you are reading this…forgive me for my summarization!)
“Good Morning, Stace! I was reminded of something that was too long to text you about. It was when we were living in Gladstone; and, you were a toddler. Every day that I would come home from work, I would poke my head over the fence and hear you squealing…then you would come running, smiling and squealing to me. That was the best part of my day!”
What a great way to start the day….and what a great memory to hear my Dad share.
The side of chronic pain that is difficult to talk about…to me it is also the hardest to admit! It is the darkness that is lurking at the corner of my mind…forever watching and waiting for the chance to pounce…to take over.
It wants to rob us of our relationships…our confidence…our strength…our faith…
This dark shadow that we sometimes view in the mirror looking back at us can have many names…depression, despair, failure, guilt.
It is that dark negativity that threatens to suck the very life out of us…to disrupt any hope of regaining a sense of normalcy…to destroy our relationships.
It happens to each of us…whether we want to admit it or not. It will attack over and over…always at a time that we are mentally weak. Those times when we are in the midst of a flare…when we have not been sleeping…when brain fog is at its thickest…when are finances are stretched to the limit…when our closest relationships are tested, tried and hanging by a thread…
Inevitably it will overwhelm us…it will muddle our thinking…it will suck us down into the darkest depths…it will overtake who we are…
Do NOT allow these times to dictate who you are! We are human…we are going to spend time in the dark…however, this is only temporary. It will NOT last! It does not mean that we have lost our faith…that we have given up the fight…that our closest relationships are forever broken…
It is at this time that we hit bottom…we cry out in the depths of our despair…begging God to help…to have mercy…to forgive us…to strengthen us…
We then rise to the surface from the depths of the darkness…to once again find our inner strength…to embrace those close relationships…to acknowledge and accept our new selves…
2017 has proven to be a rough year so far! The arctic front that came through almost two months ago wreaked havoc on me resulting in a nasty flare. Then with the change of insurance, there were challenges with getting Cymbalta approved…leaving me with the experience of going cold turkey…two weeks of intense withdrawal symptoms on top of the Fibromyalgia symptoms. This followed by a severe bladder infection.
I did have a bright spot! Insurance had said yes to the pain pump…so I was looking forward to a pain pump trial at the end of this week. That is, until this morning.
I received a call from my pain specialist’s office….expecting it to be the final instructions prior to the trial. Unfortunately, I was to receive the news that insurance had approved the pain pump….but they denied the medication. What?!?!?!? Yes…the medication was denied.
My specialist’s office is approaching different manufacturers to attempt to find assistance for me so that we could go forward with the trial….after all, you have to be able to get the medication in order for the pain pump to be useful! LOL
Needless to say, it was another sinking moment. That too familiar, wind out of the sails feeling…it really does seem that for each step forward I am taking two steps backward.
My faith is strong. I know that if I am meant to have this opportunity the pieces will eventually fall into place! For the time being, I will appreciate the medications that I am able to take.