Finding Love in Separation: A Journey of Faith and Reflection
7/11/20262 min read
My kids are with my ex this weekend, and I am usually upset worrying and thinking about them. I just talked to them on the phone however and I realized I am totally surrounded by love. The way to heaven is love, and it's so easy to forget. I love my kids with everything I have. Having kids is what I prayed for, and imagined for myself for a long time.
I've decided I want my blog to be real, so there will be errors and it will be jumpy. No more AI to correct my mistakes. All of my posts have been mine, but I used AI to correct the grammar and structure. No more, so from now on these will be my real responses.
Today it is rainy out, not very nice. I love days like today, the rain broke briefly and I look up and it's all clouds. I imagine what heaven is like, and how in the face of eternity how short it will be to get there. I woke up today, and I want to be a saint. I want to be humble, and I want everyone around me to feel my love for them by my happiness. Especially everyone that reads my posts, and everyone that will read it. I love you, the kind of love to get me to heaven. I love my kids with everything, but I love the Lord more. People hear that and are put off. It doesn't take anything away from my little gifts, But it goes in this order for me. I love the Lord, my kids, my family, and my friends. I can't either all the angels and saints in heaven already.
Saint Christopher, I had his medal above me in my car. I never broke a bone.
Saint Kateri, a first class relic of hers was placed on me before they knew they made the mistake with the feeding tube. Pumping me full of infection, which they later wanted to let me die from. She definitely interceded for me.
Saint Louis De Montfort, he taught me how to pray. With my speech the way it is, it's very hard for me to complete full sentences without stopping and taking breaths the whole time. In his book secrets of the rosary it tells you how to slow down your prayer. Which was perfect for me, it's like he wrote that book for me specifically.
Saint Augustine, he was amazing. Had children with a bunch of women. Slept around like crazy, and he turned his life around at 40. He's one of the greatest saints in the church. I'm 42 so I can be a great saint like him!
Saint Monica, she was saint Augustine's mom. She became a saint just by praying for her son who became one of the greatest saints. Her husband was a life long atheist, her prayers helped him convert on his deathbed. She taught me you can get to heaven and become a saint just by praying. Which was a big gift for me. There are many more saints I can't think of. Those are the main ones for me.
I think that's enough for today, if it's not I don't have my kids so I will write more letter. I like this format much better, I didn't like relying on AI.