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About a year ago myself and some friends went to the Diocesan Catholic Women’s  Conference which featured Immaculee Ilibagiza.  Immaculee is one of a few survivors of the massacre in Rwanda in 1994.

I am so in awe of this woman and her strength!  She survived this massacre by staying in a small bathroom with 7 other women for 90 days!!!  Try to imagine that ~ 90 Days!  Needless to say these women lost  lot of weight but gained strength in God.

Immaculee’s story is recounted in her book, “Left to Tell”.  I highly recommend it because you will see love & hate, miracles & forgiveness.  And if we pay attention, we too will gain a deeper love for Jesus and His Mother, not to mention the visionaries you will meet who, through the warnings of the Blessed Mother fortold of this massacre.

Immaculee is a very humble woman and the most amazing thing about her is her joy!  She has found within her soul the ability to forgive those who murdered her mother, father and brothers.  How is this possible?  It is only possible by giving your grief, your anger, your rage to God and ask him to redeem it.  To ask the Blessed Mother to hold you to her heart and help find that joy, peace and forgiveness that is so needed.

She has written several books; let me recommend them to you.  You can look on her website:  www.immaculee.com  or through www.amazon.com.  The titles are:  Left to Tell, Our Lady of Kibeho and The Boy Who Met Jesus. 

Our Lady of Kibeho is about the visitations Our Lady made to 3 High School girls in Kibeho and a boy named Segatashya.

Segatashya is the subject of the book, The Boy Who Met Jesus.  I am currently reading this book and I can’t tell you how moved I am by this book.  Jesus comes to this boy, someone who lived in a hut, who had never seen inside a church or heard of Jesus.  His testimony is incredible!

Do yourself a very big favor and read these books.  You won’t regret it, in fact I expect that you will thank me for it.  Although, no thanks are necessary, just read the books and get ready to have Jesus and the Blessed Mother speak to your hearts.

One more thing, Our Lady of Kibeho visitations have been sanctioned by the Vatican as authentic.

May the hand of God caress you in love, joy and strength for the journey!

Sandy Ozanich – (c) 2012

Well, except they don’t go round and round because you find  a police van behind you asking you to pull over!

Ok, so it was the end of a work day and on my way to the chiropropractor. . .but not so fast!  I was driving through an intersection with a green light and noticed a school bus coming the other way, stopping with its yellow lights flashing.  To me that means that you can still drive past that bus because the lights were yellow.

Next thing I know I’m being pulled over by the city police.  MAN!  The police officer came to my window and said, “Ma’am, you passed a school bus when you shouldn’t have”.  I said, “Sir, I believe the lights were still yellow at the time”.  He informed me that the “bar” was out.  You know that yellow bar that swings out so the children can walk around it and so the bus driver can see them while they cross the street.

The police officer wrote my ticket and told me to have a good day and be careful.

Oh, alright!  I’ll be careful and I thought I was being careful.  Now I can’t read the ticket because Mr. Police Officer didn’t press hard enough on the ticket and the impression didn’t take on my copy!  I don’t even know how much (cha-ching) this will cost me.  However, I do plan on challenging it.

I decided to go to the local precinct – from which this officer hails to ask them if they can decifer the ticket.  They couldn’t decifer the charges (money amount – not violation charges)  They did tell me that this is a serious offense, but couldn’t make it out either.  I explained what happened in the incident and that I didn’t believe that I did anything wrong.  I was very quickly told that I should just send it in, plead not guilty and wait for a “trial” date.  Then the male officer also said, “You weren’t told to come here either”. WELL, what a kind and thoughtful thing to say.  I thought these officers were there to “protect and serve”!

Whatever, I have mailed the citaion in.  I may win I may not, but I’ll tell you one thing, be very careful with school buses.  We do have to remember that that rule is very important in order to keep the kids safe, but if I were you, I wouldn’t even proceed when the lights are flashing yellow.  Better safe than sorry!

Sandy Ozanich – (c) 2012

Just Sloggin’

          Sometimes I wake up and think, geez, what’s the point really?  I don’t have anything scheduled, I’m tired and my mood???  Forget it.

          Being clinically depressed is a disease I have lived with for many years.  Depression is something that is still talked about quietly because people who are depressed are afraid that they will be stigmatized or passed over for a job or promotion.  Who wants to be known as “nuts”?  Not me!

          So many professionals and celebrities have come out over the last few years to de-mystify depression.  I am grateful for them; I hope more people will acknowledge that they are grateful too!

          On days when I am really in the “pits” I don’t even want to get out of bed, let alone work, or clean or do anything at all.  The feeling is that it’s just not worth it.  I have stayed in bed until 4 or 5 in the afternoon at times.  Why bother, no one will notice anyway?  I have to say that it still happens from time to time, but not nearly as frequently as before thanks to a wonderful therapist and medication.  Without them, I could fall into that deep, dark hole again – and who knows if I will make it out again.

          About 3 years ago I was so depressed I felt that if I didn’t wake up, it was ok with me.  I had had enough, didn’t care, and didn’t want to do anything.  I love my husband, my children and grandchildren, my Church, I love my choir, I love my friends; but even that was not enough to shake me out of this “slogging, thick, blackness I felt.  None of the things that used to bring me joy brought me any kind of feeling other than nothingness.

          If any of this sounds familiar, I would first tell you to get in touch with a professional.  Depression is not something to fool around with.  Believe it or not, chronic depression is one of the leading causes of death. 

       I also learned that depression is genetic.  That explains why my mother was so depressed all the time and why my son may also be clinically depressed.

       I am a happy woman today and someone who recognizes the signals and knows how to deal with them.  If you are depressed, do yourself a favor and see a therapist.  And listen to this; you don’t have to accept the first therapist you see.  For goodness sake, find a therapist who you can feel comfortable and safe with.  You must have a good rapport with your therapist in order to be able to tell him or her your deepest feelings without feeling threatened, unsafe or just not compatible personality-wise.

          Do this for yourself, not for anyone else!  When you do it for you a whole new world will open up and will be able to live your life, not react to your life.

          May the hand of God caress you in love, joy and strength for the journey!

Sandy Ozanich ~ © 2012 

Reblogged from Jenny's Serendipity:

OASIS POEM

It’s like being a kid again

In my friends garden

A little oasis

Is it heaven

Or just a peaceful place

To ponder about life

And its simple pleasures

A divine bliss indeed

I enjoyed this poem and the pictures so much I decided to reblog it here for you to enjoy!

I haven’t posted in a while, but I am back on track and hope to be posting more regularly ~  God Bless You All

No Greater Love. . .

“No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends”                    

 John 15.

            What a statement from Jesus!  How many of us would say that or do that in our lives today?  I know someone who did. 

            Shirley was my best friend and was for over 30 years.  I met her when I was pregnant with my first child.  We became instant friends ~ we had some very similar life experiences and we understood each other very well.  We connected in a way that you want to connect with a good friend.  She knew my moods and quirks and I knew hers.

            About 3 or 4 years ago, Shirley’s oldest daughter was diagnosed with colon cancer.  Donna was getting sicker and sicker.  She had lost so much weight and was in so much pain.  Donna is a mother herself and a grandmother.   

            I knew that Shirley was in such emotional pain over the illness of her daughter.  She went and spent each weekend at Donna’s house to look after her.  You see, Shirley worked during the week at a homeless shelter for mentally disabled women.  I also worked at this shelter for a time.

            Shirley at this time was over 70 years old and she could hold her own with the younger women with whom she worked.  The clients that came to the day program and those who lived at the shelter adored Shirley.  She made each woman feel special, important and as though they were the only woman there that needed her attention.  But Shirley was also tough as nails!   She wouldn’t take any guff from anyone including the clients who thought they were going to put one over on her.

            As time went on Shirley herself began to get sick.  We all noticed how she was losing weight and at the same time her daughter Donna was gaining weight.  Hmmm, what an interesting thing to see. . .

            One spring 3 years ago Miss Shirley, as we all called her because that is how the clients of the shelter would refer to staff, told me she needed to have some “tests” done.

            As we learned a bit later, she was getting biopsies on her lungs and so forth.  I remember calling he one day to see if the results were back yet.  In typical Shirley style she said, “I don’t know if I’m livin’ or dyin’ yet, I’ll let you know”.  She told me she was ok with whatever happened.  She told me that she was 74 and had lived a good life, had 5 children and I can’t even remember how many grandchildren or great-grandchildren she had but I do know that her kids and grandkids were the air that she breathed.

            As the year marched on, Shirley was diagnosed with lung cancer and she began to deteriorate while Donna got better and better.

            Shirley died nearly a year after her diagnosis on March 16, 2010.  Shirley did see her 75th birthday on March 8 ~ International Women’s Day!  And what a woman she was! 

            I still talk to her and think of her and miss her so very much as do her many friends.

            Her funeral was packed with friends, former staff from the shelter and some of the women from the shelter that she counseled.  The Church was also full of friends and family.  She was good friends with the priests of this Monastery from which she was buried.  And what a celebration we had during that Mass.

            Did Shirley lay down her life for her daughter???  I believe it with all my heart.  Shirley was that way ~ she would do it for her daughter, she would do it for a friend.

            The world needs more Shirley’s ~ the world needs more love!

 

Sandy Ozanich ~ © 2012

As we look forward to tonights Easter Vigil and the Resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ,  I offer to you my reflection on what Resurrection means. . .

Resurrection

 

Resurrection is more than the cross we see,

and more than the story we’ve been told.

Resurrection is not something that was simply done for you and me,

It is more that the pretty holy card pictures and the prayers on the back;

 

Resurrection is something that requires of us a little dying each day,

A little rising above the deaths of our lives ~ ~

It is the truth that Christ died to show us how to live, to show us life.

 

And if you tell me that Resurrection was a biblical event some 2,000 years ago

I will tell you that I can’t understand, I can’t comprehend. . .

But when you stand before me and show me your wounds,

when you invite me to share in your pain, then I know, then I can comprehend. . .

 

for

 

each day an alcoholic  goes without drink. . .

there is resurrection

 

each day a child is caressed in love and not struck in anger. . .

there is resurrection

 

for every day a person in depression and darkness sees the joy of life. . .

there is resurrection

 

for every victim of AIDS who finds comfort with a friend. . .

there is resurrection

 

every time the homeless find a home. . .

there is resurrection

 

whenever the cry of the poor is heard. . .

there is resurrection

 

when we can accept love and life as it is. . .

there is resurrection

 

when I can live fully,

when I can get strong in the middle of the pain

and still smile others into existence. . .

there is resurrection

 

when I can see light in the darkness of my heart

when I can love myself and see my goodness,

there is resurrection

when I can accept your concern and claim that as a way back through

the jungle of guilt and confusion. . .

There is resurrection

 

Sometimes it is so hard to live each day in the midst of what I see on the streets,

In my office, at home, in the lives of those I love. . .

Sometimes I want to run away and cry ~ ~ sometimes it is easier to die

than to be brought to life . . . sometimes. . .

 

Resurrection means “rising” above the death that living can bring.

 

For I cannot believe in a God who folds his arms over his chest and says,

“I can have nothing to do with you, you are a sinner”,

I can only believe in a God who catches me when I fall!

 

God can do nothing else,

God is Love,

God is Resurrection!!!

 

Sandy Ozanich © 2012

I could never understand it; the cross, you know.

How could you willingly go to such a horrible death?

I stood there in shock, wondering what it all meant, if it

meant anything at all ~ ~ ~you were the one who always challenged

the law and now you allow yourself to be a victim of that same law.

I thought you said you had come to save us, to set us free, to destroy

the ones who hold us bound ~ now they are destroying you!

“They did not desgtroy me, they only succeeded in destroying themselves”.

We are at Cross Purposes my friend ~ ~

Step outside your Jerusalem walls and weep with me.

Look within your Lawful Gates and see the ones who wait for love;

love for the sake of love

love without recrimination

love without judgement

Do not set your pride above your compassion

Weep with me for the victims of their Letter Laws ~ ~

the ones that have been crucified with disdain;

those who don’t conform. . .

the gay ones. . .

the homeless and poor ones. . .

the welfare mother. . .

Stand with me, watch with me, follow me. . .

Because when all is said and done the Cross wins the victory, the Cross wins!!!

Sandy Ozanich ~ Copyright 2012

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