The Spicy Catholic

Following Christ through Motherhood and Cooking…

5 things, or Cinco Cosas;

This kinda post is right up my alley:  short and sweet and baby girl doesn’t have to get too too mad at me for keyboarding. Even tho it still took me a week!

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1.  I love, love, love being a Stay at Home Mommy.  It ‘s just such an amazing blessing to watch and help my little ones be formed in life.  Our son is the sweetest thing and so shy and funny.  Our daughter is absolutly in love with him.

 
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2. Habemus Papam!  I am so very happy that we have a new Papa.  I realized that being Catholic feels a little different today than it did about a week ago.  One of the great mysteries of God’s Grace.

3.  I LOVE licorice.  Luscious, dark, molassesy licorice.  Just devine.

 
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4. Just 3 weeks until This.

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5. Chile. Baby Vicuna besos. Can’t wait to return.

Many thanks to my friend Suzette for the fun tag.

Happy 5th Sunday of Lent!
Love, Vic.

My letter to Pope Benedict XVI;

Dearest Papa Bene-
It’s with a heavy heart that I say goodbye to you as our Pontiff.  I was so blessed to watch your final papal mass on Ash Wednesday.  How lovely a gesture that people stood and cheered for you.  As something we don’t do, it spoke volumes to my heart and I hope to you, for they were clapping and cheering for us all.

I want you to know that my fondness for you has grown immensly.  And when I say that it’s with no small amount of love or pride for my faith that this is true. You see, I used to be an anti-Catholic leftist who bought the media’s garbage that you were a Nazi and power hungry prying your way to St. Peter’s seat in Rome.  I used to think that the Catholic Church was only a place for the depraved and of the oppressed.  Especially women.  I thought that God would never deign to love me enough to want me as a part of His church on Earth.  My spirit, as you can tell, had been crushed and dismantled through years of not knowing God, of denying Jesus Christ and so denying any pontiff and his message.

When I met my to-be husband, he was going to enter the Catholic Church and I just thought he was crazy.  I was a professed Buddhist, having completely scrubbed Chrisianity(a four letter word to me then) from my life.  I had coworkers who were Christians and decidedly didn’t like them, I even told them how offensive their “God Bless you” was to me.  But, my boyfriend was a kind person and was going through RCIA.  He kept inviting me to go and I would drop him off for a few weeks thinking there’s no way I am going into a room with a bunch of Catholics who will hate me and whom I will surely hate and disagree with.  I finally decided that if I was going to really invest in this guy I had to find out what on earth he was doing entering the Church.  So I went to an RCIA thinking I was the cool buddhist in the room.  One of the cathecists was telling her story after we saw Dr. Hahn’s conversion disscussion video.  It was that night that I really decided that I could try to open my heart.  When I finally capitulated to the terrifying Candlelight Mass invitation from my husband, we walked into St. Thomas and it was just so beautiful, so mystifying.

Christ’s beauty encompassed me, us.  And “Where have I been that I wasn’t Here all this time?”, was all I could think and feel.  I wept on my knees what seemed for a lifetime.  It all fell out, all the sorrow, all the sin, all the fear, just left in His presence.

The things I did not know about you were inumerable.  I did not know your love and capacity to love.  Your incredible love of our Mother Mary has taught me so much.  How to humble oneself before God.

Papa Bene- thank you for teaching me, for leading the way for me and for Christ’s Church on Earth how to love God and our Mother Church.

Victoria.

 

Sopapillas for the Virgin of Guadalupe and Sacrament of Baptism for baby girl!

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I just came up with this idea- I should totally do something that doesn’t involve shlepping kids to the store, or baking Mexican Wedding cookies- which I hate- I know, take away my #Mexican card.

So- for my beautiful patron saint, Virgin of Virgins Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe, I’m gonna fry up some delicioso sopapillas manana. Pics will be forth coming.

What a wonderful advent this has been so far. We are home and our daughter was baptised this weekend on the Feast of the Immaculate Conception. Solemnity? Huge, Huge sigh of relief for the baptism part. She was Amazing. No poopies or whaling or needing to feed her in the middle of the wonderful ceremony, just a beautiful day with friends and family giving our 2nd born to God. After all, He gave her to us.
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I just love the 2yr old. This went on throughout her baptism. 131

So, happy Fiesta de Guadalupe amigos! I do hope you find a very Mexican way of celebrating her. In another post I will tell how she really was a large part in my conversion. Hence, frying up yummy bread in her honor. guadelupe1

Ciao!

God gave us solutions.

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This moment is truly in thanks to God. Today I was looking at my little gorgeous pie when I was filling out dates and putting stickers onto my new Creighton
Model chart, and realized that before we started our CM charting and classes, we really didn’t know if another baby was possible.

I’ll let you do the fine research, but it’s female cycle tracking. Every day.

I was 39(!) and so afraid that our beautiful son was the only baby I would be able to have.

My husband and I had already lost two babies to miscarriage. This was hard, I didn’t know if I could face the possibility of another loss. I also had so much self blame for losing both babies, one before and one right after our oldest. 15 years ago I had an abortion. I thought that maybe God was punishing me for my first precious child. I knew that wasn’t true, but you think things when you’re mourning.

I first heard of CM when I became Catholic almost 4 years ago. I still cannot believe this knowledge isn’t more mainstream. I would think the granola folks and organic lovers of all things would be hip to Creighton by now. Ntm so many babies can be born! Yay!

So I did the research about the Pope Paul VI Institute and Napro  Technology. Super cool stuff. Then  endeavored to find a CM teacher in our area. Done. She made the lessons affordable on our dad-in-school budget and so our charting and learning began.

I was blessed and discovered/guessed that my progesterone was the probable culprit of our spontaneous miscarriages. My doc was not familiar with Creighton, but had heard of it and was *gasp* anxious to learn about it. Dr. Lila. She’s the shizdizzle of family docs. Tests ordered, blood drawn, yup, sure enough, low progesterone. That means the placenta won’t be able to do it’s proper job in 1st tri, it needs help getting there. 

The very day we put me on the P pills I found out we were pregnant. Perfect timing. One of the happiest days of my life.

Creighton Model is designed from a specifically Catholic world view and may not be for everyone. It worked for us and continues to work for us. My cycle has everything to do with my husband. Family planning is a joint effort in our marriage not to be glossed over and forgotten with abort efficient contraceptives.

I am so thankful for our daughter and for finding Creighton.

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These little socks don’t even fit anymore.

If the links don’t show up, mea culpa, I’ll get’s em soon.

Love y’all! Victoria.

Holy Guacamole! I think we found Our Parish!

We walked into St. James in Denver this morning after a pretty rough toddler morning and Immediately felt at home.  Has that ever happened to you???  I really liked this place and my husband did too.  We’re now, as in right now, looking for places to live nearby.  The priest is Awesome, and I guess we got the mild version of awesome today.

I feel like I can breathe.  It’s gonna be okay.  God has a plan for our time apart.  Jeff is leaving for 3 months in January, so I gotta really prepare emotionally and spiritually.  Uh, well, I have to let God prepare for me; a great reminder from Fr. Felix today.

That’s it for now.  Go Broncos!  I’ll leave you with this stunning shot of this cool B-52 in our town. http://www.wingsmuseum.org/ Peace.

Catholic Nomadding- (yes, it’s a word)

So, our family is about 51/2 months into this accidentally on purpose nomad thing. Probably a more appropriate handle would be the Catholic Nomad… but have not changed it for fear that That would be the thing that sticks.  We have; Thank the Lord; landed back home in Colorado, and staying at my wonderful Mom’s casa until husband gets hired. somewhere.  THEN, my wonderful and just-had-a-birthday hubs is off, in an away kind of off, in January for, count them, 3 months for his Air Force Reserves school date.  Yes, we have an actual, in writing, confirmed school date.  For which he must depart for San Antonio.  Ugh.  It will be so good though, he will have his proper rank and be all official in his job with the AFR, which will be super really good, and it will bring some much needed dinero to our family.  Major sacrifice for majorly needed finance situation.  Plus, I’ll be glad to see him get paid well for all his hard work and effort he makes for us every day.  So- major prayer request inserted:  for a job that will allow him to come back to when he returns from school.

Nomadding; is it a word?  If it isn’t I just made it up.  Sadly, I have wanted to take many pictures of all the churches we have attended in the last 6ish months and have not.  That woulda been cool.  Alas- life with toddler and new baby proves to be too much for my brain to even think “take a picture of the alter right now, Vic, while you have a free hand.”  I should set a post-mass reminder or something.  In place of said missing pics of tabernacles, I will just remember them here for you:

1.  St. Ignatius of Loyola in Spring, Texas.http://www.ignatiusloyola.org/  A GIANT, about 5500 or something member parish.  Lavish in it’s space, heighth, and bredth.  They have a great, if mosquito-ey playground we would go to sometimes to let the toddler stretch his legs in the Houston heat. Also a wonderfully diverse parish with lots of Vietnamese, for some reason the Vietnamese community has settled up in north Houston; i.e. tons of yum yummy Pho restaurants! The tabernacle is off to the side in a small chapel that can be seen from the main church.  For some reason, and I think there is one, I prefer Jesus to be front and center of the main parish for easy access.

2. Prince of Peace http://www.pophouston.org/  in north Houston.  Cto 5000 members.  A just beautiful campus; palms and flowers and gardens and they have a preschool and everything.  We really liked the priest here.  I would stop there if I was driving around waiting for to pick up hubs from work to nurse and stoll around for a bit.  This place had an amazing food pantry and financial donations and Gabrial House Projects.  Wow, they really really helped us out in our moment of need and they serve and amazing population in the N. Houston area.  I even had my own Angel praying for the birth of our daughter and they gave us some wonderful baby clothes, even a prayer blanket for her.  So sweet, holy and generous this parish.

3. St. Patrick on Galveston Island, Tx.   http://holyfamilygb.org/ I usually went to the Saturday vigil mass because I was down there visiting Jeff’s Mom, and she would take care of the toddler so baby and I could make it to la misa.  Always a packed house.  The Archdiocese of Galveston/Houston has sorted the island’s post-Ike hurricane parish issues it is coming clear after I just went to the link. Amazing.

4. St. Thomas Aquinas in Boulder:  http://www.thomascenter.org  still feels like our home parish.  St. Thom’s and it’s priests serves the Univ. of Colorado, and our favorite priest Fr. Peter Mussett is the Pastor here and porochial vicar Fr. John is totally awesome;  he does Catholic Stuff you should Know podcast- totally recommend http://catholicstuffpodcast.com/  Dude, they have their work cut out for them, please pray for our beloved priests! My husband and I came into the Catholic Church here 3 years ago And it’s where I had my conversion.  It’s a really holy place.

5. The Denver Cathedral http://www.denvercathedral.org/ Our beautiful Cathedral, tho in need of lots of repair, always feels like home to me.  I grew up in Denver and remember the first time I went into the Cathedral before I was a Catholic.  Just beautiful and spiritually inspiring place for me and many.

6. St. Pious X Aurora, Colorado   before we went to Texas we went to this little parish on the East side of Denver a couple of weeks.

7.  Asension Aurora, Colorado.  A very poor parish in the heart of Montbello.  We went to the Spanish Sun. evening mass, big toddler mistake. Packed house and I actually understood some of the homily.  We just say the prayers in English.  I always feel like the white Mexican in a church full of Mexicans and other Spanish speakers.

8.  I forget what I was for.

Phew! Is that IT???  What a list.  I feel really sad now that I didn’t get images from them all. But, hopefully, you get the idea.

Peace and Happy Thanksgiving.

bridging the crevasse

Listen.  I don’t know where I was going months ago w. this post, but I just really like this image.  Maybe some icy thoughts for your hot July evening.  Love, Vic.

Air Force Reserves – Here we come.

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So yesterday’s Gospel reading was a total answer to my prayers.  I’ve been agonizing over all that we are going thru. Let me find it and refresh my brain;

Mark 6:7-13

7 Then he summoned the Twelve and began to send them out in pairs, giving them authority over unclean spirits.8 And he instructed them to take nothing for the journey except a staff — no bread, no haversack, no coppers for their purses.9 They were to wear sandals but, he added, ‘Don’t take a spare tunic.’10 And he said to them, ‘If you enter a house anywhere, stay there until you leave the district.11 And if any place does not welcome you and people refuse to listen to you, as you walk away shake off the dust under your feet as evidence to them.’12 So they set off to proclaim repentance;13 and they cast out many devils, and anointed many sick people with oil and cured them.

It’s lines 8 & 9 that really got me.  We just took this 1100 mile journey with relatively little in an attempt to trust in the Lord.  All the while I was doing a pretty crappy job of this.  Then I thought:  maybe the Lord just wants me to empty myself to that He can reside in me.  Huh.  That’s a thought, Victoria, I said to myself.  Can I trust Him?  Can I love Him THAT much that I would be willing to do what I so readily did all the time as a buddhist?  But, for Grace?  For the truth that in Him is redemptive suffering!?  Huh.  That”s Really a thought.  What if what we’re going thru, what I’m going through is for my good instead of my ill, for real?  Can I believe my Lord?

Take the leap, Victoria…  and there was the Blessed Sacrament.  Proof positive that I CAN believe.  The Matt Maher song comes to mind “Oh, how can it be, that my God would welcome me, into this mystery?”

Wow.  So, even being 35 weeks pregnant in the middle of insurances and a thousand miles away from where I thought we were gonna have our baby and all the other stuff, is just so small and in just so in His hands.  Thank you Jesus for just being there for me.  For us.  Think I’m gonna go pray the Divine Mercy Chaplet y’all. http://thedivinemercy.org/message/devotions/praythechaplet.php  Join me if you like.  That would be lovely.  Peace!

On being a Catholic Nomad – Again.

My husband and I converted together 3 years ago.  We decided to become Catholic Missionaries for FOCUS immediately following. -Which meant that we were to become parish nomads- not an easy feat when you are trying to raise money to support your entire mission, but we were ON FIRE for the Lord.  So, to the life of a Catholic Gypsy we went. 

Most recently we were living in Boulder, Colorado, incidently where we met, fell in love and came into the Church.  So we were part of our “home” parish St. Thomas Acquinas.  We were very happy to be part of our parish community after 2 years of bouncing around the country with mission work and school.  Only, we didn’t find a real “home” here, other than that Amazing mystery known as Jesus Christ in the Eucharist.  He was and is there for us.  -Let me not be remiss in saying so.  And- St. Thomas is blessed with our friend and awesome priest Fr. Peter Mussett.  We also were blessed w. a new priest, totally awesome guy, Fr. John Nepil- maybe you heard of him, he’s the mountain top priest.  Good stuff. 

So, now we are back in Texas, north Houston to be specific where we actually started our mission 3 years ago.  My husband and I are the traditional mass types, we wish the whole thing would be in Latin.  Can’t have it all I guess. 

Today I am faced with a new parish, for the 3rd week, new confessors, new priests, new parishioners.  What would our beloved Apostles do and say?  Well, I found a Psalm that you may know: 

The Traveler’s Psalm:

Psalm 121

I lift my eyes to the hills – where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip – he who watches over you will not slumber:

indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you – the Lord is your shade at your right hand.

the Sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night

The Lord will keep you from all harm – he will watch over your life;

the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

 As long as the Lord is at my side, and when I can remember that He is, we will endure.

Back in the saddle-

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I kinda posted this cute old pic of my son because of some response to Jen Fulwiler’s article on NCRegister today. ;)   Yes, I post cute kid pics when I want to.

Here we are, pregnant with our 2nd miracle and we have to move for the 2nd time.  I should be grateful that we don’t have to move a third before my due date.  I don’t want to throw a big pity party so I’m forcing myself to look at the bright side of our move. 

1.  We won’t be living under the oppression of the university family housing system any more.

2. We can live somewhere that rent isn’t my husband’s Entire paycheck.

3. I guess that’s it for right now. 

But pregnancy with a toddler is no joke and neither is the level of craze I’ve been feeling at the onset of moving to goodness knows where.  So, hormones flying and life coming faster than a rocket ship at me makes me want to run and hide on the nearest white sandy beach with a margarita close at hand.  *sigh*.  Alas, no sandy beaches to be had in the middle of Colorado and no margs for mama until after baby is born. 

If you have any suggestions for sanity breaks let me know, I could use them- that preferrably don’t involve shopping. I think I’m allergic.  Sometimes the dishes just encroach on my brain space and creativity.   Have a great day guys and thanks for reading after such a long hiatus.  Now that we’re clearing the end of the 2nd trimester I think I’m ready to write again. 

 

 

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