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Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

12 Aug

“Man does not live by bread alone. There must be brownies, cupcakes, cookies, candy, pizza, ice cream and Black Russians on Friday.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


A beautiful cloudy and cooler Sunday morning, in comparison to the steamy Sunday’s the past few weeks. I actually had a light sweater on while greeting at the door with Mary and Jerry. It was in the 70’s. Wow!

Today’s Gospel was the story of Jesus telling the Jews that He was the bread of life that came down from heaven. They were mumbling that He was just a man, son of Joseph. Jesus explained that He was the living bread.

My take on it… Earthly food is just temporary nourishment. Faith and trust in God, even though we haven’t seen Him, is the key to everlasting life. But, to take things a little further, food for the body is important, but what about food for the soul? You can give a poor man a crust of bread, but why don’t you invite him to your table, sit and talk with him, and share your time and blessings? That is nourishment for the soul. That’s how you follow the Lord’s teachings. Jesus shared ALL that He had with us, right down to giving his life by dying on the cross as a symbol of complete love.

Amen, amen, I say to you,

whoever believes has eternal life.

I am the bread of life.

Your ancestors ate the manna in the desert, but they died;

this is the bread that comes down from heaven

so that one may eat it and not die.

I am the living bread that came down from heaven;

whoever eats this bread will live forever;

and the bread that I will give is my flesh for the life of the world.”

That was a good lesson.

Man does not live by bread alone…

Wednesday:) Words of Wisdom From the Heart

9 Aug

“I think it’s important to have a dream and to follow your heart.”

~Austin Butler


This afternoon, I decided to go for a walk. The clouds and a little breeze brought a brief relief from the scorching summer Texas heat. As I walked, I remembered the many times that I would notice so many heart-shaped symbols on the sidewalk or in the street. I was trying to think of what to write today for my Wednesday blog, so I decided to take pictures of the dozens of heart shapes that I normally came across on my walk. I like to think of it as “following my heart.”

Wouldn’t you know it, the more I searched for them, the fewer I found. I smiled to myself. I thought, isn’t ironic? It’s just like in real life. The heart ❤️ is a symbol for love. The harder you look for love or a heart ❤️, the more difficult it is to find.

I did find a few, but instead of twenty or thirty, I only found six today. The more I searched, the fewer I found. My personal advice… just stop desperately searching for ❤️, because the harder you look, the less you find. The best things happen when you’re not looking.

My hearts ❤️ I found today.

Follow your heart.

Wednesday:) What I See When I Walk

26 Jul

“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”



Not everyone sees beauty in the simple every day sights and sounds in their world. There’s a big secret in being able to do this…

just open your eyes.

When I walk around my neighborhood, I can’t believe all the beauty around me. Thank goodness for my iPhone that takes such wonderful pictures. From dawn till dusk, every new day is a miracle.

This is what I see when I walk…

From dawn till dusk, every new day is a miracle.

Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

9 Jul

“When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.”

~Audre Lorde


Another hot Texas Sunday morning. Father Paul, our new priest officiated Mass. this is the first time I’ve seen him. When they introduced his coming, via email, they didn’t have a picture. I think I know why. After Mass, we all stood in line to shake hands and welcome Father Paul. And you know me. I took out my cell phone and asked Father if we could take a selfie. To which he replied, “I don’t like pictures, and I don’t do social media.”

Well, alrighty then. There goes my self-serving selfie-op. Now, what to write about?

Today’s Gospel was the story of Jesus returning to His hometown. He was not well received, and basically was ignored as just being a carpenter, son of Mary. No big deal. The people were not impressed. They only saw Him as the child and man they knew before, not who He had become.

MK 6:1-6

Jesus left that place and came to his hometown, and his disciples followed him. On the sabbath he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were astounded.

They said, “Where did this man get all this? What is this wisdom that has been given to him? What deeds of power are being done by his hands! Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon, and are not his sisters here with us?” And they took offense at him.

Then Jesus said to them, “Prophets are not without honor, except in their hometown, and among their own kin, and in their own house.” And he could do no deed of power there, except that he laid his hands on a few sick people and cured them. And he was amazed at their lack of faith.


My take on it… People change, sometimes for the good, and other times…well, not so much. You may go back to your hometown, but you’re not always that same person. The boisterous young person you knew as a child could grow to be a talented, creative, wonderful human being. Unfortunately, the reverse can happen. That quiet, naive, sweet, loving young person can turn into an evil, selfish, narcissistic, awful adult. You can’t judge a book by its cover. That old familiar cover may have a different story inside. (I’m just talking from experience. Make sure to read all the pages from start to finish.)

OTHER STUFF~ My favorite Sunday salad. What’s for dinner?

Spinach, iceberg lettuce, broccoli, avocado, tomato, and my bean salad mixture that has garbanzo, black beans, cucumber, apple, grapes, and I toss on some mixed nuts. I use a little homemade apple cider vinegar/oil dressing. It sounds very vegan, and maybe it is. I just like it because it’s yummy. I’m still a carnivore, but not very often. My sons have me brainwashed, but now and then I require a hamburger.

And then let’s not forget BACON!!!!! Can’t live without bacon.

Saturday:) Some Special Gifts From God

8 Jul

“The greatest gift you have been given is the gift to see good, and beauty, and love when you look in the mirror. Then, knowing all those gifts come from God.”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


What do you see?

When I look in the mirror, I can’t help but be amazed at the crazy curls God gave me. When I tug on a curl, it bounces back. It’s like magic. I say to myself, “How does God do that.”

For the first few decades of my life, I didn’t appreciate my crazy hair or my gifts. In my teens, I used to straighten my hair, iron my hair, and tie it up. With age comes wisdom. It took a lot of bumps and bruises and changes along the way.

Now, I’ve learned to be ME, accept how I’m different. I’m not thin, or brilliant, or what some might call beautiful. But, I realize that I am a gift from God. He doesn’t make mistakes. I am proud of who I am, and when I look in the mirror, I say,”Thank you! Thank you for your blessings.”

Again, the curls are just a metaphor for life. Appreciate your gifts and your differences. Who decides what is beautiful and perfect? YOU DO! God already knows.

When you look in the mirror, I hope you see what I see and say to yourself, “YOU ARE AMAZING!”

Saturday:) Sometimes You Have To Break Free

30 Jun

“You don’t have to live with whatever life throws you–or whatever you’ve gotten yourself into…

You can choose to Change Your Story!”

Kirstin Leigh


On my recent walks, I’ve been infatuated with this flower that has been bursting through the confines of a six foot wooden fence a few blocks away. I laugh to myself as I think of the analogy on life that this bold flower represents. I think we can all relate to wanting to break through the fence that holds us back from doing the things we want to do are are meant to be doing.

This flower represents our lives. Nothing should hold us back. Don’t be kept in the shade behind a tall confining fence. Find a tiny crack or space to squeeze through and burst through. Feel the warmth of the sun and the fresh blustery breeze. Be free! Great analogy, right?

Wednesday:) Words of Wisdom and a Wiggly Worm

30 May

“If the early bird catches the worm, I’m going to stay in bed till noon, drink a nice cup of tea, have lunch, watch “Jeopardy” on TV, then go out later when the worms are all gone.”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


I just realized today that I’m not really afraid of worms, I just don’t like that they are all wiggly and slimy and helpless. When I was a younger lady, and was coerced into going fishing, I refused to put the worm on the hook. Yuk!

It didn’t occur to me until today why that was. Who could possibly be afraid of a worm? We are so much bigger than them. They don’t bite, or spit, or call you names, or insult your mamma.

Worms are helpless. They don’t have feet or paws to run away. They are at your mercy. I could never grab the poor thing, alive and all helpless and wiggly, then pierce his poor little body with that sharp hook. Then, if that isn’t torture enough, you throw him, weighted down, into the water, to wriggle and drown, unless of course, a big old wide mouth bass comes and gobbles him up first. (Don’t even get me started on that poor fish!)

When I go for my daily walks, sometimes I see a helpless worm slithering and writhing desperately on the scorching hot sidewalk. He gets nowhere fast. I used to search for a nearby leaf or twig to rescue Mr. Worm from its imminent doom. Now, I just say to myself, “What the heck. Just pick up the poor thing and place him in the cool grass. He won’t bite. Wash your hands when you get home. What if you were that worm. Wouldn’t you like to be rescued?” (When I talk to myself, it’s usually a long conversation.)

It was pretty hot this morning, but it was also designated watering day, which means sometimes the worms slither out to escape the soaking grass sprinklers and end up on the scalding pavement or sidewalk. Then, they can’t get back to safety.

Not only am I the animal whisperer of McKinney, but also the worm rescuer. I rescued several worms today. Nope! Didn’t think twice. Just picked up those darn wiggly worms and placed them gently in the grass. I think this poor little guy said, “Thank you, Miss Toni!” In worm language, of course.” You’re welcome! “There but for the grace of God, go I.”

Well, I bet you’re going to think twice about being afraid of a little worm next time. NOW SNAKES!!!! That’s a different story!!!!! BE AFRAID!!!!