We Are Not Alone

Sacred Heart of Jesus

Dear Readers, please forgive me for not keeping up with my website. I haven’t blogged for about 3 months, but if you are one of my followers, you know that I have fibromyalgia, a dreadful, painful illness that interferes with my writing and other projects. In addition to fibromyalgia, I have spondylolisthesis. My primary care physician ordered X-rays of my abdomen and hips when I started complaining about an unbearable pain in the lumbar area, glutes, and hips. The radiologist reported the problem was my spinal column. Via Pain Management specialists, I underwent two surgeries that unfortunately did not help to alleviate the pain caused by spondylolisthesis.

In addition to the aforementioned maladies, I acquired another one. I fell in my bedroom and broke a bone in my left foot. I did not know that I had broken a bone. Because fibromyalgia (fibro) attacks the muscles in the body, it was easy for me to assume that fibro was responsible for the horrible pain. Since I sleep on my back, I was developing a bed sore on my right heel. It took a while to see a podiatrist. He examined my foot and prescribed a special boot that I use every night when I go to bed. When I mentioned that my left foot hurt, he took some x-rays and discovered that I indeed had a fracture. To take care of the broken bone, I had to wear a boot all day long and remove it at night. I wore the boot for three weeks. After this period, I started to walk with running shoes for three weeks. When this period ended, the podiatrist re-examined my foot. The bone had begun to heal. I was so happy. Jesus had taken care of me. He also helped me self-publish an Early Reader Children’s book: “Merrytenna and Friends… The Pollen-Collecting Mission.” If you are interested in taking a look at my book, you may find it in Amazon’s KDP program in the Children’s section under M. E. Murray or the book’s title.

Why did I use a bee as a primary character for my book? Since I’m an entomologist, I thought sharing my honeybee knowledge with children and their parents in a book that shows honeybees making friends, being kind to each other, and exercising their role as pollinators when they feed on flowers to collect pollen.

I am pleased to write about Merrytenna because she is a charitable honeybee willing to go to great lengths to collect pollen to ensure the survival of the honeybees and especially the Queen, who eats royal jelly, made from pollen. In addition to writing children’s books, I also wrote an 87,000-word supernatural novel.

Dear Readers, please pray for all the folks who are suffering from hunger, illness, losing a loved one, and their country, in this case: Russia invading the Ukraine.

A HEALING PRAYER

O Jesus, Good Shepherd, You heal the sick and the needy. I give You all those parts of my body which have suffered from illness. You know what it is like to endure pain. Look kindly on me today and heal me. Restore me to strength of soul and body.

Give your gift of wisdom to my physicians that they may be guided by the Holy Spirit in all they do. Bless my nurses so that their hands will become Your hands as they touch me. Bless, too, my medication. O Jesus, grant us all Your healing grace of love and peace. Amen.

“A Healing Prayer” was given to me in 2016 by a Catholic volunteer when I was recovering in the hospital from a fall that ended up as a hip replacement. The prayer came from www.maryscall.com. I say it, every day because I need Jesus’s help to take care of myself, my husband, my sister, and my pets. We are not alone. Jesus is always with us. So, I seek His help to deal with pain, daily activities, and my future appointment with a neurosurgeon that’s coming up in a month. Please pray for me. I hope the neurosurgeon can end the pain coming from the spinal column.

Dear Readers, thank you so much for your prayers and for reading my blogs. Best wishes, Maria Murray.

Help for Tough Times

Mamma Kitty

This morning does not differ from my usual schedule—thank Jesus I made it to another day; take my medication, get dressed, make the bed. Ahead the bedroom door is closed. It used to be open so my Kitty (Klyban) had access to the bedroom, food, water, and his litter box. I try not to sadden myself because I no longer have him, but I have his brother, Marty.

Prayer is part of my daily schedule, especially today, because it is St. Francis’ feast day. I ask him to take care of my husband, sister, Marty (our cat), and Twister, (our dog). Furthermore, I pray for animals and people who are on their own. They need our help to survive during these tough times. I finish my prayers asking Jesus for the usual things, and then I try to do some work on the computer. These days computer work mostly involves trying to help my sister who has Alzheimer’s and lives with us.

Breakfast time comes around so I open my bedroom door with thoughts of visiting my website to tell the world that today is St. Francis’s feast day. With the help of my Rollator walker, I head to the kitchen to make breakfast. Along the way, I visit with Marty for a few seconds as he scurries to the bedroom for food and water. Meanwhile, I fix cereal and oatmeal for my sister. (My husband has a different meal plan, his own.) As I eat breakfast Assisi, Italy, comes to mind. Yes. I was there. For a few hours, I treaded on holy ground. A feeling of holiness drifts into my body as I realize that Jesus walked around that holy city, too.

I don’t have a picture of St. Francis, but I selected a few pictures of my former and present pets. I’m sure St. Francis played a part in their care and in my life. He helped me learn to use my time more efficiently in spite of having Fibromyalgia. I’m not perfect. Because of the pain, I have my moments, but Jesus, St Francis, and their friends have helped me through some very rough times.

Here are the prayers that I daily say to St. Francis and Jesus when I wake up in the morning.

Prayer to Jesus

Dear Jesus, thank you for letting me live another day, and please help me make today a beautiful day.

Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace; where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive. It is in pardoning that we are pardoned. It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Have a nice day! Stay safe, and thanks for visiting my website.

Good Friday

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Orchid Flower

Why do I have an orchid? I’ll explain why. I’m not thrilled to see Jesus suffering. Instead of looking at a picture of Him, being beaten while dragging a cross, I prefer to see this beautiful flower.

I was very busy today with bank business which took me a bit longer than expected. I was late for my massage appointment, but got some treatment, though.

Late afternoon, close to 6:00, I visited my  favorite church hoping it was open. It was! It’s crucifix was covered with a purple shroud. A religious service was going on, so I stayed for the ceremony, recalling what  Jesus had done for us. He knew what was going to happen to Him, but proceeded with great courage. Thank you, Dear Jesus, for what you did!

Since it was getting late, my husband and I tried IHOP for the first time. We got an excellent deal. Two meals for the price of one. Jesus rewarded us for visiting Him. Great!