My brother in law Tony helping the poor

Sunday, October 7, 2012

New Beginnings in the Middle of the Year?

The Bible says that there is a season for everything.  Living in the Midwest we get to experience that...literally!  Right now is the prime time for the Fall season.  We are the the height of the leaves changing color and of course this means it is the beginning to the end of summer, and what a beautiful summer it has been!

For the past three years or so I have be been going through a bit of my own metamorphosis, which began with the loss of my mom and then continued through the loss of my job which had me out of work for more than a year.  But during that time I believe I grew more than I ever had before in my life.  I learned about friendships, hardship, and fellowship.  What did I learn?  I learned that that there is a season for everything....

The truth is, as rough as some things might have been, I am glad I went through them.  Taking care of my Mom was hard and miss her very much, but I am so glad that she does not suffer anymore.  Not working was life changing for me and very difficult, but I learned that the waiting really is the hardest part. Now I work at a wonderful firm where the people are so warm and caring that I sometimes pinch myself just to make sure it is real.  The friendships were rough, but I learned that they were never going to be my "cheerleaders" so it is best to let them go because many times people take advantage of other people's good nature to the point where it becomes enabling.  So I am glad to let go of needy relationships and replace them with kinder, more mutually loving ones.  

The biggest change recently though has been the fact that my family also changed churches.  And that my friends, was, well.......nothing short of a miracle. 

The story goes, as a missionary, it is one of my life's purposes to bring people to know, love and serve the God through the poor.  In order to do that, I have to be open to going where ever God calls me.  So many times as members of a particular church or parish we get into a routine or rut with attending services/masses.  I was falling into such a rut.  I was beginning to dread going to church and could hardly motivate myself any more.  So one Monday morning after barely making it to church the previous Sunday, I said to myself, 'something here has GOT to change!'  So that Monday I called the pastor at Holy Angel's Church who is well aware of my love for the El Salvador Missions.  I said, "Father, I just have to make a change.  I don't feel like I can live out my ministry anymore where I am. I don't feel inspired anymore.  So before I make the change for my family I have to know, am I going to be able to live out my mission ministry at this parish?"  

There was silence on the other end of the phone.  Then Fr. Dan spoke and said, "this is no doubt divine intervention."  He began to explain that there was a young woman at the parish who had just died.  She was only 20 years old and that he was heart broken to have had her funeral just the week before I called.  He went on to say that Danielle had a dream to become a missionary, in fact, she had just gotten home from a mission trip just weeks before she died.  Fr. Dan said, "Joyce, I was just thinking this morning that there just has to be something we could do here at Holy Angels to keep Danielle's memory alive?"  Then you called.... 

He was grateful for my phone call and said he knows that I was sent to him and to his parish, but I said, "no Father, Danielle was sent to me!"  I needed help, I needed direction and most importantly I needed to live out my ministry and she interceded for me.  

Today, I have a new job that I love and is so interesting.  I work with wonderful, loving and interesting women.  I have excitement about my new ministry work at Holy Angels, and I have new friends that have as much interest in me and my well-being as I do for them.  

So much has changed in the past year, and OH did I mention that even some old wounds have been healed.  Some others in my past have softened their hearts and have warmly forgiven themselves and me.  All in all it has been a fabulous and blessed year.  I look forward to 2013 because my son will graduate and he is such a remarkable young man.  This weekend we spent some great time together with his friends talking for hours about religion and politics.  I was so proud of the way he debated with his so-called agnostic friends, arguing the case for God and faith.  And this November he gets to vote in his first Presidential election.  

I am so blessed to have God in my corner.  For with Christ, ALL things are possible!

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Why Do Moms Do That?

My son said to me last week after sleeping over a friends house, "thanks for ruining my night?"  Why did I ruin your night, I asked?  "Because I kept looking at my phone wondering why you weren't calling me every half-hour, I thought something was wrong," he said.  When I told him that dad and I were out all night he said, "well that explains it."  

It was really kind of funny.  He would yell at me for calling him all the time when he was out with his friends, but when I didn't call him, he got mad at me because he was worried all night.  I told him that the time for him to worry is when I never call him anymore, than that means I just don't care.  But I do care.  I can't help it.  I'm not obsessive but I do want to know where my kids the best I can figure it out.  It is sort of cute that they have been conditioned to know "mom cares."  That even when I am not there to call them they notice.  

Of course, my kids think I'm nuts, and their friends think I'm nuts too.  Last night when my son and his friend went to stay the night at another friend's house, I called them around 11 pm.  I heard a cute little voice in the background that sounded like John's girlfriend.  I said, "who is that talking in the background, is that your girlfriend."  No, that is so-and-so's 4 year old nephew," he replied.  His friends, who know how I am, handed the phone right over to the 4 year old, "say hello to Mrs. Colovas, Cody?"  I had to laugh.  Then they all wished me a Happy Mother's Day.  

John and his friends have come to accept my curiosity, more importantly, they have come to appreciate it.  They all know that I care for each of them and that I want to keep them safe.  What they used to hate and complain about me, now they appreciate and even miss from time to time.  I want my kids (and all kids) to know that someone loves them.  If parents don't tell their kids the truth, if we don't hold them to higher standards, then who will?  We have to start telling our kids the Truth!  Many of their peers, media, and other strangers will tell your kids lie after lie, drugs won't hurt you, everyone is having sex, drinking is fine, you might be the ONLY one who speaks truth with love to your child.  Don't miss the opportunity!  If you don't show them that you love them, then someone else will!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all you awesome MOMS!

PS I want to just take this opportunity to tell you how incredible everyone has been with donating items for our June mission trip to El Salvador.  As you may know, I am taking a group of 10 from Twinsburg High School to ES to renovate a really bad school.  A special shout out goes to:

Twinsburg High School:      for donating over 800 units of school supplies
Jan and Tony Gusich:         for donating book bags
Sherwin Williams:              for donating all the paint supplies
Peace Pacers Charity:        for donating 100+ units of soccer uniforms and equipment

Also, I am having my annual charity golf event "NINE, WINE & DINE" on Friday evening, July 20th at Gleneagles.  The wine is courtesy of The Swirl in Solon.  There are only 50 spots for this event so email me early to reserve yours.  Also, I am accepting gift cards and other items for donation, so please email me at: if you are feeling charitable and would like to donate that gift card you probably won't use to a great and worthy cause.  

Peace and thank you!

Saturday, April 7, 2012

RESURRECTION....Easter is for everyone!

Many of you already know that I lost my Mother Marian a few weeks ago.  I know that you know because I had the pleasure of seeing you at either the wake or the funeral. My mom would have been amazed at the number of people who showed up.  It was as if a great dignitary had passed.

My mother was 82 years old...exactly!  You see she died on her 82nd birthday.  In the Catholic Church we celebrate Patron Saints Days, which is actually a celebration of the day of their death, not their birth.  The reason for this is because we are actually not celebrating death, but rather rebirth in heaven.  My mother was reborn into her eternal life on the same day she was born into her mortal life 82 years ago.  

I have no idea what the chances of that happening really are, or if there is any hidden significance to it, but if you knew my mother you would say that it was so that we would always remember the day she died.  My mom was big on family, tradition, and her majestic role as a mother.  Needless to say, I will forget neither her birthday nor her re-birth day.  

As a Christian, I am grateful for my faith, not because it is something I can profess to others but because it reminds me of why we are here in the first place.  In difficult times it is our faith that helps us move on.  I for one am terribly happy for my mother right now.  I know she is with my dad who passed almost 17 years ago and she is probably seeing her life unfold in front of her.  I believe when we die, Jesus takes a walk with us through our entire life.  He explains to us the meaning for why we may have had to suffer and shows us the miracles that had happened to us or because of us.  I can not wait to take that walk with Him!  All of our questions will be answered and any doubts we had will be explained.  

Faith in the resurrection is more than just something we talk about on Easter Sunday (if we even do that!), it is an understanding that we are still His children, who like on Christmas morning are waiting with anticipation to unwrap our gifts.  When we participate in the resurrection we will finally be able to open the gifts that He has waiting for us, not material items, but the gifts of true understanding, mercy, compassion and enlightenment.  

When I take groups on mission trips to El Salvador I give each person just one rule they MUST follow:


That is what we as Christians should be doing every single day....Participating in Life!  If we truly participate in our Christian life and not just anticipate about what life will be like after we leave this world, we will be overwhelmed at what our own resurrection will be like.  Like missionaries heading to a foreign land, just have faith, just enjoy what you have right now, just be prepared to be surprised!  

HAPPY EASTER TO YOU loving memory of Marian Trubiano Peters who was reborn into eternal life on March 28, 2012.  I love you Mom, and thanks for showing me how to be a good mom to my boys.  See you soon!