In the Quiet

As some of you readers may know, I gave up coffee for Lent. For me, this was a big sacrifice because though I only drink half a mug a day, I am super sensitive so the caffeine withdrawal symptoms have been absolutely horrible . I only bring you this description because I felt that this could be a relevant topic since we're over half-way done with Lent and maybe we could use a little friendly support. I like to mention, sometimes, about what inspired my posts. This time, it was a dream. Yes, I dreamed about coffee. And then I was so worried in my dream because I was afraid that I had accidentally drank some coffee! But then I found out I hadn't. Whew! Wouldn't want to break my Lenten promise, even in a dream! So...it's gotten to the point where I'm dreaming about coffee. Maybe not so good? I see this as a type of temptation. My dream, certainly, but also just the aroma of coffee. It is made everyday in my house and it makes it harder for me just to smell coffe

Good afternoon. I am so glad to be back, blogging again. I took quite a long break from this while I was going non-stop in Winter Quarter. Now Spring Break is upon me, and I am back to typing and I am happy. I am hoping to keep up with it better during Spring Quarter. I missed this. You may think my title a strange one. I suppose it is, but it's something I've been turning over in my mind and heart this past week. This Lent, I've been attending the "Catholicism" series at our parish, and it's a DVD by Fr. Robert Barron. I do highly recommend this. It's excellent. But I digress. Something caught my attention, and I have a feeling that it was the Holy Spirit. I noticed what Mary's vocation was. Now, I have often heard it said that religious life is the "highest calling." Vocation-wise, I suppose it is. Theologically speaking, I'm sure I learned this in my Seton religion courses. But if the mother of God (and notice in her title, yes,