Sophie has several places in which she enjoys lounging in the house.

The sofas, the chair, the guest bedroom bed and of course the bed in our room.

Dogs are great nappers.  They can curl up or stretch out and get 40 winks in before we realize they are taking a nap. Watching a dog nap can be a comical experience.  They shiver, snort, grown, growl and even bark.  They run and chase and twitch to the point of convulsing.  The dreams they have, must be full contact, technicolor experiences.

A week or so ago, we noticed that Sophie curls up under the coffee table in the living room.  Even though she has a very even temperament, I’m sure the recent barrage of daily evening storms and the gradual intensity of the fireworks, have made her a bit cautious and being under something heavy is a great source of comfort.

Safety and security are something we often take for granted.  New experiences or changes in routine make us cautious of what is to come next.  The security of sturdy surroundings helps us see things more clearly.  Some times, we need to get under the coffee table.

“The Force” is with the Archdiocese of Omaha 

 When Chris awoke Wednesday morning and told me of the appointment of Bishop George Lucas of Springfield in Illinois as our new Archbishop-designate, I thought, who is George Lucas?  Are we getting Darth Vader as our new Archbishop?  Not quite.  Being practically unknown to all the gossip mongers during the lengthy speculation as to who would be appointed our next Archbishop, I hadn’t heard of his name until 5:30 am Wednesday morning.  

Archbishop-designate Lucas is the 5th Archbishop of the Archdiocese of Omaha.  He comes for Springfield Illinois Diocese, where he was Bishop for 10 years.  Chris and I had the distinct pleasure of praying the Liturgy of the Hours Evening Prayer with many of the Priests, Deacons and Religious of the Archdiocese of Omaha Wednesday evening.  It was a moving experience to see so many come to welcome their new Shepherd.  As a Deacon’s wife it was wonderful to pray these ancient prayers with my husband in the chorus of the Cathedral of Saint Cecilia.  It was a wonderfully moving experience.  

For Chris and I, Archbishop Elden Curtiss will always have a special place in our heart.  Since we moved into the Archdiocese in 1993, he is the only Archbishop we have ever know.  Most importantly he was the Archbishop who ordanined Chris in 2004.  

When we met Archbishop-designate Lucas he was warm and inviting, especially after meeting over 500 of his new Clergy and Religious of the Archdiocese of Omaha.  

Welcome  Archbishop-designate Lucas.  We look forward to working with you.

In the Fall of 2005 I was just adjusting to my roll as admin for the Chancellor and Vice Chancellor of the Archdiocese of Omaha, Father’s Joseph Taphorn and Ryan Lewis respectively.  I was called into Fr. Lewis’ office with the news of a very special project.  Little did I know I would be part of Church history and potentially the canonization of a little French nun I’d never heard of.  

First line of business, read a book that specifies the procedure to convene a tribunal.  Okay!?!  Nothing like a little job security.  After a weekend of  cramming and note taking I was able to start the organizational process.  

Under the experienced guidance of Fr. Dominic Papa, OP, Vice-Postulator for the Cause for Canonization I organized appointments, schedules, proof read documents, confirmed travel arrangements and even secured a court reporter through the Archdiocesan Attorney.  Beyond the practical aspects of putting together such a detailed and important event, it was awe inspiring to think of how amazing such an experience was.  The possibility of Blessed Jeanne Jugan being canonized a Saint by the Pope was incredible.  Not only for the Archdiocese of Omaha, but for the Church as a whole.  I was truly privileged to be a part of this historic event.  

After about 3 years of waiting and wondering if this will be the miracle that will Canonize Blessed Jeanne Jugan the day has been set for Sunday October 11, 2009.

Below is the article from the Omaha World Herald that ran Sunday May 31, 2009.

Published Sunday    May 31, 2009
Miracle Cure: Wife’s prayers for her husband are answered
BY CHRISTOPHER BURBACH
WORLD-HERALD STAFF WRITER

Edward Gatz was sure he was a goner.

Doctors had found a fist-size tumor of aggressive cancer cells attacking his esophagus and stomach. Gatz, 51, was a physician himself and knew how dire his situation was.

At the time – 1989 – fewer than 1 percent of people diagnosed with such advanced esophageal cancer survived for five years. The vast majority died within one year.

The doctors told Gatz he had six months to live.

“Ed’s dead,” Dr. Donald Kerr, Gatz’s partner, told their colleagues at what then was Omaha’s Bergan Mercy Hospital, now Bergan Mercy Medical Center.

Doctors at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minn., removed the tumor. Gatz viewed the surgery as merely palliative. He was resigned to dying.

His wife felt differently.

Jeanne Gatz began praying for a miracle with a family friend and spiritual adviser, the Rev. Richard McGloin. The Creighton University Jesuit suggested praying to Blessed Jeanne Jugan, who had founded an order of nuns, the Little Sisters of the Poor, in the 1800s, and who was beatified in 1982.

Meanwhile, Little Sisters around the world also were praying for a miracle – not for Ed Gatz, whom they didn’t know, but for someone, somewhere in the world. The nuns’ beloved founder was ever so close to being named a saint, but they needed a Vatican-recognized miracle before she could be canonized.

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After Jeanne and Edward Gatz learned he had terminal cancer, she began praying to Jeanne Jugan, shown in the statue Edward Gatz holds.

The Gatzes and the nuns believe they got their miracle.

Twenty years after his diagnosis of a terminal cancer, Edward Gatz, now 72, is alive and cancer-free in Omaha. His cure was a miracle, Roman Catholic Church officials recently ruled. As a result, Jeanne Jugan is to be canonized this fall in Rome.

This is believed to be the first time that a reported Omaha miracle boosted a candidate for Roman Catholic sainthood over the final hurdle to canonization.

The Vatican ruled that God healed Gatz because Jeanne Jugan interceded for him after Jeanne Gatz and McGloin prayed to her. That fulfills a Vatican requirement that a miracle be attributed to a saint’s intercession after her death, thus demonstrating, under Catholic Church teaching, that she is in heaven.

The Gatzes’ story now will forever be entwined with those of a saint and the Little Sisters of the Poor. The family and Omaha Archdiocese officials played important roles in the ancient, lengthy and rigorous process by which the Vatican evaluates miracle claims and potential saints.

A crucial part of the process played out in secret at 62nd and Dodge Streets, in the offices of Omaha Archbishop Elden F. Curtiss. There, priests essentially put the miracle claim on trial, with Gatz, his doctors and other witnesses giving sworn testimony under pointed questioning by clerics playing roles assigned by Rome.

“We all had a sense that we were part of something potentially very, very exciting,” said the Rev. Ryan Lewis, whom Curtiss appointed to lead the inquiry.

As thrilling as the prospect of an official Omaha miracle was, Lewis and company couldn’t be local boosters and rubber-stamp it. This is serious business.

The process can culminate with the pope declaring that a candidate for sainthood is indeed in heaven. The church then holds up the saint’s life as an example for others to follow. And the faithful are encouraged to take their worries, hopes and needs to the saint who, according to Roman Catholic belief, has the ear of God.

Those are particularly Catholic practices, and part and parcel of Catholic theology. But they often ripple beyond the church into the wider culture – and not only as garden statues of St. Francis of Assisi. In Jeanne Jugan, for example, the Vatican has claimed a champion for what it sees as an important struggle.

The late Pope John Paul II worried that the world increasingly would view the elderly – especially those without money – as useless and a drain on society. He saw that as potentially leading not only to mistreatment of the aged but to mercy killing and euthanasia. One way to fight the trend: Promote a saint who models how the church believes people should behave.

John Paul II “really wanted to canonize somebody who served the indigent elderly,” said Eileen Burke-Sullivan, an assistant professor of theology at Creighton University.

“The church chooses its heroes overtly, often to address a social, cultural or moral problem that’s being found in the world. They want a witness to the dignity of the human life of the indigent elderly. Mother Teresa is that kind of witness. So is Jeanne Jugan.”

Jeanne Jugan lived from 1792 to 1879 in France. She founded a religious association of women that eventually became the Little Sisters of the Poor.

The work of the new order started simply on a winter’s day in 1839according to a biography from the Little Sisters. While sharing an apartment with friends, Jugan encountered a blind elderly woman who was ailing and destitute. Jugan carried the old woman home and gave up her own bed to her.

A global ministry grew from that one act of charity. Today, the Little Sisters of the Poor number 2,710. With the help of paid staff and lay supporters, they serve more than 13,000 elderly people in 202 homes across five continents, including 32 homes in North America. The closest to Omaha is in Kansas City.

“She created these old folks homes which really were not warehouses, but places where the elderly could be guests,” Burke-Sullivan said.

People have advocated for Jeanne Jugan’s sainthood for more than a century. The cause for canonization picked up in the 1930s. The Vatican began an inquiry into her life. Her body was exhumed so her remains could be identified – one of the first steps toward canonization.

The Vatican declared her “a servant of God.” As the Little Sisters prayed, the process plodded along. Church officials in Rome examined her life and writings. Then, in 1979, Pope John Paul II ruled that she had lived a spiritually heroic life and declared her “venerable” – the next step.

“Then they needed a miracle for beatification and a miracle for canonization,” said the Rev. Dominic Papa, a New Jersey priest. As vice postulator for the cause of Jeanne Jugan’s canonization, Papa played a role in examining the miracle reported in Omaha.

Jeanne Jugan’s beatification in 1982 occurred after a miracle was declared from France. Over the next two decades, Papa said, several claims of additional miracles were submitted. Rome rejected them all.

Ed and Jeanne Gatz want to be clear about something: This story should not be about them.

He was merely the recipient of a miracle, and not because of any merit of his own, they said. Why? Jeanne Gatz believes the Holy Spirit used the cure to ensure Jeanne Jugan’s canonization. As a doctor, Gatz could help prove that medical science couldn’t explain his cure, his wife said.

Ed Gatz grew up in O’Neill, Neb. He was in the womb when his father died. He was 15 when his mother died of colon cancer.

After serving in the Army, Gatz attended Creighton. There he converted to Catholicism and met wife-to-be Jeanne. Gatz earned a doctorate in pharmacology at the University of Nebraska Medical Center. He got his medical degree while teaching at UNMC. Jeanne Gatz gave birth to their only child, Bart, in 1968.

Ed Gatz was a busy anesthesiologist in the prime of his career in 1988 when a dermatologist became concerned about bumps on the backs of his hands.

Gatz’s internist, Dr. David Jasper, thought they might signify a hidden cancer. He scheduled a colonoscopy at Bergan Mercy. Gatz suggested they also do an upper-gastrointestinal scope. Doctors found no colon cancer, but the other scope revealed terrible news: advanced esophageal cancer.

Gatz still has a Polaroid picture from that scope. Instead of just the normal round hole, the photo shows the esophagus surrounded by bumps and lumps – an angry, pink bulbous storm cloud of doom.

“I saw the grim faces when the doctors called our son and me into one of those conference rooms,” Jeanne Gatz said. “I knew it was bad news, but I didn’t know it was that bad. They said it would be six months.”

The tumor occupied two-thirds of Gatz’s esophagus and half his stomach. Another growth, the size of a walnut, on the other side of his abdomen indicated that the cancer had metastasized. Gatz was diagnosed with Stage 3B esophageal cancer.

Mayo Clinic surgeons removed the tumors along with three-fourths of the esophagus and about one-half of Gatz’s stomach. Like Gatz, the Mayo doctors saw the surgery not as a cure but as a measure to allow him to eat during his final months.

Gatz refused doctors’ offers of chemotherapy and radiation. Why endure the side effects, he reasoned, when a cure was impossible?

The surgery left Gatz physically unable to practice medicine. He applied for disability, but didn’t expect to outlive the six-month waiting period.

Gatz began seeing to his affairs. He sold two of the family’s three cars. He shifted investments into shorter-term holdings in his wife’s name. He asked medical school professors to look out for his son, who was about to enter the school.

Meanwhile, Jeanne turned to McGloin. A former Little Sisters of the Poor chaplain, McGloin urged her to pray a novena – a specific set of prayers – to Jeanne Jugan.

Jeanne Gatz began praying a novena – a specific set of prayers – every day. McGloin did, too.

A check three months later showed no cancer. At six months, again no cancer. Then nine months. Then one year.

Each time, Gatz and his doctors expected to find the cancer had returned. Each time, blood tests and CT scans were clean.

After 2½ years, the disability insurance company became suspicious. It thought Gatz should have been dead by then, he said. They suspected fraud, or a misdiagnosis.

The Mayo Clinic still had the tumor. Pathologists did more advanced tests on it. They wanted, Gatz said, to see if the tumor was diploid or aneuploid -”regular cancer or wild and crazy cancer.” It was, he said, “the wildest of the wild.”

The new tests showed the cancer was more advanced than initially thought. The original prognosis of surviving six months was probably overly optimistic. It was more like four months.

In a letter, Mayo surgeon Dr. Victor Trastek wrote that Gatz “is certainly one of the lucky ones” and had beaten significant odds. “All those who prayed for his recovery, I believe, helped him to be cured,” Trastek wrote.

Jasper went further. Asked by telephone if he believed the cure a miracle, the doctor said: “I don’t know any other explanation for it.”

Jasper, who is Catholic, said the lesson to take from the experience is this: “Whatever their religious affiliation is, the key thing is for patients to always have faith and patience. Faith that they can get better, and patience to wait to get better.”

Gatz and his wife believed his cure was a miracle. As years passed and tests came back clean, Bergan Mercy people started calling him “Miracle Man.” Gatz told them he hadn’t done anything; God had.

It might have remained local lore if not for a casual dinner chat in Omaha with a priest in 2002. Gatz happened to mention his cure to the Rev. Charles Broderson. Broderson suggested the Gatzes inform the Little Sisters of the Poor. McGloin concurred.

Jeanne Gatz dialed up Mother Marguerite McCarthy at the Little Sisters of the Poor home in Kansas City. McCarthy immediately was intrigued, although two miracle claims already were being examined by Rome.

Those two fell through. The Gatzes forwarded their information to the Little Sisters. The story went to the Vatican.

In the summer of 2005, the telephone rang at the Omaha chancery with an unprecedented call. The Vatican was on the line. Church officials wanted Archbishop Curtiss to conduct an inquiry into an alleged miracle. He should expect more information by mail soon.

Not long after, a package from Rome landed with a thud on the desk of the Rev. Lewis, the fresh-faced vice chancellor of the Omaha Archdiocese. The most recent local graduate of canon law studies, Lewis was appointed to oversee the inquiry.

Truth be told, Lewis and other local church officials didn’t know how to do that. The pressure was on to get up to speed, fast.

“The cause for her canonization has been open for I don’t know how many years,” Lewis said. “She was beatified more than 20 years ago. Then, all of a sudden, there’s a report of a miracle emanating from the diocese of Omaha. There’s a real sense of duty. It’s also daunting, because you know your work will be examined at the Vatican level.”

Lewis and company picked up a book written by an expert for diocesan officials in just such a pickle. They sought advice from the Rev. Papa, the New Jersey priest.

Following the Vatican playbook, they assembled the witnesses. They even hired a court reporter to record the testimony.

Lewis explained to the doctors that the inquiry wasn’t trying to prove that a miracle had occurred. Rather, it would examine what happened and try to discover if there was a medical or scientific explanation for Gatz’s cure.

Lewis asked specific queries from Rome, including technical medical questions raised by Vatican doctors. Another priest, the Rev. Patrick Harrison, probed further in his role as promoter of justice – a job that used to be called the devil’s advocate.

The testimony consumed two days. Participants made an oath of secrecy on the Bible. In fall 2005, Omaha church officials shipped off the results to the Vatican.

They had to keep the secret for more than three years while Vatican cardinals and doctors studied the reports. Finally, on Dec. 6, 2008, the Congregation for the Causes of Saints officially decreed Gatz’s cure was a miracle through the intercession of Blessed Jeanne Jugan.

Pope Benedict XVI is scheduled to canonize her in a ceremony Oct. 11 at the Vatican. The Gatzes and Omaha church officials are invited.

It helped, Papa said, that Gatz is a doctor, had kept such good records and was alive to testify. It helped that the insurance company raised questions, thus causing further testing of the tumor.

It also helped that Gatz had no chemotherapy or radiation. The Vatican often rejects claims of miracles when such treatments are involved, because they could provide an alternative explanation for the healing.

In all those twists, the elated Mother Marguerite McCarthy sees the hand of God at work.

“It was beautiful to see all the steps that led to this moment,” she said. “This is the culmination of so much hope and prayer, by so many people around the world.”

• Contact the writer: 444-1057, christopher.burbach@owh.com

a.k.a. Gardening

Today was the first day I’ve been able to get out and work on our ever-so-neglected garden.  Chris mowed and I trimmed; then I dug in (literally) to our garden boxes.  I’m sure I pulled over 20,000 weeds by the time the sprinklers got to my section of the yard.  

It was great to clean up, thin and remove the over growth while preserving the spider, rolly-polly, ant and worm populations.  I definitely disturbed the eco-system in my 8′ X 4′ garden boxes.  However, I did manage to save some snails.  Saint Francis would be proud.  Only indoors do I have a full contact sport of eliminating insects.  They can frolic all they want out doors.  I simply move them gently out of my way or even pick a different part of the boxes to work in when I’ve over stepped my boundaries.  

While I’m waiting for the sprinkler program to complete I’ve made a nice little spot on the deck under the umbrella watching the birds.  I need to pick up a bird book one of these days.  I know the easy ones; the Robin’s and Doves, but there is these others, Finchs we think, that have taken up residence in our Martin house.  And another interesting Robin looking bird that has very interesting markings on its chest and a white patch on its chin.  I wish I had a telephoto lens to take a picture.     They got a double dose of worming in with the sprinklers going this afternoon.  They hopped around in the garden boxes and yard until they found their catch.  

Playing in the dirt has always been a source of relaxation for me.  Exercise secondary, as I can lift about 50 pounds of anything purchased at the greenhouse.  But the best comfort I receive is being a part of this incredible nature that God provides for us.  After the initial intrusion, felt by the birds, it’s really wonderful to be in the nature with them as they go about their of feeding babies, defending territory and calling to their mates.

On my way home I witnessed the cutest thing.  A little boy was driving a little girl around in a pink Barbie Jeep.  As I passed them, I slowed down to watch him park, get out walk around the Jeep and open the door for her.  He then waited for the next little girl to come up to the car and he helped her in and closed the door, and away they went.  It made me smile.

Sophie our Black Lab/Spaniel mix loves treats, snacks, food in general. But rawhides make her crazy.

Don’t get me wrong she loves them. They just make her do crazy things. Just today the weather was so beautiful that I watched her for 20 minutes try to find a place to sit and enjoy it. Chris was mowing and I on the deck was checking my email. I decided to log her antics with with rawhide instead.

First she followed Chris around the yard with the rawhide in her mouth. Trotting away from him on his return pass with the mower. Then around the back of the shed to the garden boxes. A quick “Sophie OUT! ” and she vacated the sacred boxes that she doesn’t understand. Why I can dig in them but she can’t?  Off for another round of chasing/running from Chris, over to the corner where roses are to be blooming.  However, it’s a weed/oat shrub at the moment. She finally relented and came up to the shade of the umbrella and released it to my care. I laid it in the shade where it sits. She on one side and the rawhide on the other. Content for it to not to be right beside her she sniffs the air and tries to catch the occasional fly the wanders over her fur.

Panting like crazy, the black fur is unrelenting, even in the mild 72 degrees of the early afternoon, she sniffs the rawhide but leaves it for later, as she goes into the house for a drink and maybe a cooler place on the couch.  A few minutes later she joins me on the deck and contently watches the world go by.

The rawhide I am convinced will be enjoyed sometime today, just probably not in front of me.

With the risky NASA space operation on Hubble’s telescope completed, I had a  light-bulb moment per se.

We tend to look at ourselves through the lens of a microscope.  God looks at us through a telescope.

I’ve been delving into the lives of the Saints for some spiritual reading.  I started with my confirmation Saint.  Therese of Lisieux (or the Child Jesus, as she is often referred).  As a Doctor of the Church, she is a powerhouse of information, inspiration and admiration.  She had the gift knowing the Lord at a very young age.  Her parents (Blessed’s in the Church) were instrumental in her development.  Spending time getting to know St. Therese has been like looking through a telescope.  A prayer card or Novena just doesn’t do her or any Saint justice.  That being said, it was through prayer cards that I saw the microscope version of her life and yearn to learn more about her. 

God sees us through the lens of His telescope.  In order to get the whole picture of us  whom He created, He must use the telescope.  He uses that information to guide us when we knock on  His door to seek advise.  God promises that when we knock it will be answered; when we seek, we will find; and when we ask it will be received. 

As I write this I am sitting on my deck enjoying the songs of the birds.  The day is more beautiful than I imagined.  The little boys next door are playing with Bosco and Sophie is snoozing on the deck.  The blue sky and slight breeze make days like this God given. 

When I was a little girl I played a game when I couldn’t sleep or got scared at night.  I would imagine myself in  the corner of the celiling lookikng down at myself.  I used my minds eye to view my life from God view.   Today I wonder what He thinks as he looks down with such a clear view.

A couple months ago we spotted a Jack Russell terrier in our neighborhood.  No tags, sniffing the mail boxes down the street.  Being dog lovers and responsible owners, we hoped the dog found it’s way home. 

Thus begins the saga…

No such luck.  For the last few weeks we have discovered that not only does this dog  not have a home, it has made friends with Sophie, is resourceful and enjoys sleeping on our couch!  Yes, it has not only figured out how to sneak under the fence, but also follows Sophie in to the house, via her doggie door. 

After a few weeks of strange activities; toys in the front yard, wrestling matches in the living room, and a complaining neighbor, we are now in the full contact sport of “dog catcher”!  One of our neighbors has seen the dog so much, they thought we had a new dog.  NO, just a volunteer. 

Before these antics got to be a nuisance;  we thought it was kind of fun.  You know, it already likes Sophie and they seem to get a long great that maybe we can catch it and maybe adopt it. 

New course of action…

After talking with several other neighbors, it seems that the barking dog has not been Sophie or the poodle mixes around the corner, the cop’s dogs or anyother dog in the neighborhnood.  No, it would be the stray…probably dropped off by some idiot who thinks 48th and Giles is the country.  While I’d like to live in the country someday, I know that I do not! 

No longer fun and games!

I enjoy the idea that Sophie has such a great disposition that she can make friends so easilly, but I don’t want fleas in my house…potentially.  Or the reputation of a neglectful pet owner.  Sophie has gotten the blame for someone else irresponsibility.

I’ve been given advise about a live trap, but am not sure that’s what we will do.  It would be nice to just keep it out of our yard and let someone else be the “dog catcher”.

As the saga continues, I’ll update my post.

So much has happened since I last wrote in March. 

First off I planned a surprise birthday party for Chris all the while planning a  meeting in Chicago for my day job.  

In the meantime, getting the guest room, master bed room and basement organized.  We shelved books, cleared out the chapel area and moved my office downstairs.  That was all second week or so in  March.  My Lenten journey had been going fairly well.  Limited myself to 2 hours of TV a week, that was successful.  Not eating  meat all Lent didn’t work as well, but my prayer life made up for that. 

Getting ready for Passion Sunday and Holy week to come, I was in a car wreck on the way to work April 3rd, and broke my wrist.  No, not from the air bag, from grabbing for the emergency break.  Crazy, how fast something like that can happen.  The other driver was ticketed and Chris and I spent the majority of the morning in the ER.  With a fresh splint and Vicodan prescription we headed home for a weekend of painkillers and a whole-lotta sleep.  For such a small (non-displaced fracture of the Radius bone) break, it hurt a lot.  I have a pretty high pain tolerance (well, for not giving birth), that I thought I could just tough it out.   God invented prescription pain killers for a reason.  When my wrist stopped throbbing, I was able to switch to Aleeve and  now I’m pretty much pain free 5 weeks after the accident. 

My prospective of my day really changed.  I can and still do, sense the deliberate tone in my choices. The way I ate to the way I talked on the phone to people, the way I interacted with Chris, to my prayers to God; everything was affected by my accident. 

I really felt that this catching up I was doing was preparing for some life altering experience.  Not sure what that meant then.  But now it seems like it was to slow down and ask for help.  Keeping prayer and my relationship with Chris the mainstay of my recovery process, I’ve been able to slow down and look at the gift of the present and not rush everything. 

It’s been an amazing journey and I look forward to what the rest of today brings.

I would wager that any woman who sits down and watches a “Chic-Flick” compares that fantasy with their own personal reality. 

I just finished watching the Sex and the City movie.  I watched the all of the series off and on and fell in love with Big, Aiden, Alexandr…all of them.  Carrie had a way of landing on her feet time and time again.  She had wonderful girlfriends who were in daily contact with her.  Notwithstanding all the morality issues of a promiscuous lifestyle, I was hooked with the first round of Cosmopolitan’s.  The brazen and utterly exaggerated experiences of all four of the ladies was not only entertaining but very thought provoking.  

Even thought, I have the man that makes up for an apartment on 5th, I enjoy the story.  What running down this imaginary 5th Avenue New York world does for me is, it keeps me emotionally attached to my husband.  Reminding me of the amazing person he is and the life we have built in our almost 14 years of marriage.  It also keeps me yearning for oneness that superficial, unrealistic relationships can never provide.  It may not be pretty all the time and covered in Prada, but it’s reality.  Mine, God-given, gift.  I love it. 

Occasionally, I need a break from reality to keep my priorities in check.  My feelings and my thoughts both need a break from reality at times and a good “Chic Flick” is just right.

Of course, prayer is the best antidote for the craziness in our lives.  Being able to be thankful for the many blessings in life is a humbling and amazingly positive way to cope with your daily life.  When I am stressed I feel like my decision making abilities can only be taken from the emotions box.  The box is where I make my mountains out of molehills and where fear is ruler.  The evil one also lives there. Stroking my ego and making me question my God-given life.  God helps me clear out this box, allowing for my feelings but not letting me get to far from the truth of my reality.

Life is a gift, that is why we call it the present.