“My Cup Runneth Over” – C. Dianne Phillips

I was reminded of this experience recently. We must share God’s love. Especially with those who do not believe. God is glorified and the grace received is immeasurable.


“My Cup Runneth Over” – C. Dianne Phillips

10858Everyone dreams, but when I dream and remember the dream, there is usually a message …I “believe” that God uses dreams at times to help us to achieve a higher level of understanding.  Throughout the bible, God uses dreams to convey messages through his angels. I “believe” that the Holy Spirit connects to my subconscious through my dreams and brings me visions meant to bring clarity and understanding to experiences I am having in the real world.    I gain “wisdom,” “strength,” “knowledge,” “understanding,”….God shares his grace with me as I sleep.  What a profound gift?  Some dreams are peaceful, serene, and some are disturbing, but each dream has a message for me and for others regarding our human experience and His grace presence in our lives.  I am given great understanding of the many blessings in life and also the answers to…

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Catholic Marriage – A mathematical derivation for a sacramental union

This is what the sacrament means to me as a Catholic “The gift of the sacrament of marriage is like a precious, rare jewel, surrounded with the most precious and delicate wrappings…. held lovingly, purposefully, protected in the hands of God. When a couple comes to the Lord, both choosing to share in this divine … Continue reading Catholic Marriage – A mathematical derivation for a sacramental union

A Reflection on Racism – 50 years later

I was reminded of this blog post this morning. It is amazing to see where we have gone as a country since this reflection. I await the future with hope, but pray we don’t all die before America and the rest of the world figures out that populism is deadly.


A Reflection on Racism – 50 years later, C. Dianne Phillips

Reflecting on the news of the week and on the upcoming 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington and Martin Luther King’s, “I have a dream” speech…I share the following memories…

imageFifty years ago, the summer of 1963, I was a little girl.  I didn’t get to watch tv often because we didn’t own a TV, but I did listen to the radio in the evenings after going to bed. My mother would play the radio in the living room as she read books.  The sound of the radio was very soothing and I enjoyed listening to the shows as I laid in my bed looking at the night sky outside of my window.  We didn’t have central heat or air and our windows were open to allow air to flow through the house.  My bedroom window faced east…

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