Showing posts with label flute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flute. Show all posts

Saturday, March 19, 2011

St. Joseph, pray for Fr. Corapi!

















Saddened, but not surprised. The Church is and has been under attack. Fr. Corapi knows this about as well as anyone.. I will be keeping him in my prayers more now that ever. He is now in the company of saint Pio, who underwent such accusations also.




For anyone who may be wondering, the flute Ave Maria  went well this morning. I was afforded enough grace to offer whatever ability given me, and offered it for the babies going to their deaths at the Planned Parenthood today. And now I am adding on Fr. C. The Saint Joseph cakes won't taste quite as good today.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Lenten Friday, #2





A Blessed Lenten Friday!



Today I am going to tackle some housecleaning. As I still am practicing for tomorrow mornings flute-a-palooza, and also today is my daughter Corrie's birthday, AND just for extra fun, the skin around my eyes decided to get puffy, red and dry (this happened once before) so that not only am I a bit stressed out inside, now I also look like it. Or like I got in a fight. I guess I kind of am in a fight. After all it's Lent and those roots that live in me don't die without a fight.

So, wishing you all a holy and productive Lenten season. Mine must be going well, cause the attack is on! Hang tough, all, Easter is coming!






Monday, March 14, 2011

a longshot





I will not be able to put up a good thoughtful post tonight. I am too tired, for one, and also I have decided that this Saturday, I will play a flute solo for the prolife mass. Mind you, I haven't played flute for oh, about TWENTY FIVE YEARS, but hey, it makes perfect sense, huh? We'll be doing the Bach/Gounod Ave Maria.

Besides a few James Galway tutorials on You Tube, and as much practice as I can squeeze in, I mainly need your prayers! 













I know I am a fool. Hopefully it will be a triumph for God, and not a cringing disaster. With all that is occurring in the world, it is the smallest potatoes one could dig up, but I actually am hoping to bless the good folks that come out on a very early Saturday morning. But, yeah, I'll need those prayers.