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A Reflection on Chesterton’s Book: Tremendous Trifles Chapter One  By Cara Ruegg photographercararuegg.com   So, I am planning to do a bit of a commentary for sections on Chesterton’s book: Tremendous Trifles. Chapter I: Tremendous Trifles Here, Chesterton introduces his concept of pride vs humility with a story; two boys Peter and Paul come into contact with a fairy. Paul with “business-like abruptness” (an interesting choice of adjectives, might I add) said he wanted to be a giant to shorten his journey to far-off lands that he wished to see. The fairy granted his request, but Paul’s wish was quickly proven foolish for he realized these great places were now suddenly small and insignificant compared to his massive size, and he grew bored and laid down to sleep. Unfortunately for him, he fell asleep outside the hut of a backwoodsman who came out at that moment with an axe and a book of Neo-Catholic Philosophy. In this book, Chesterton is sure to make a point

Breakfast Fruit Bread So, I had all these ingredients that I needed to use and decided to make a fun breakfast bread. Forgive me, these measurements won't be exact since more often than not, I tend to just dump stuff in and hope for the best, but I will try my best to remember/guess how much of each ingredient I used.  Ingredients:  Milk - 2 cups Flour - 3 cups Eggs - 2 Orange Peel Shreds - 2 tablespoons Frozen Fruit - a handful or more Honey - 1 tablespoon Sugar - 1/2 cup Cinnamon Cream Cheese - 2 spoonfuls  Directions:  First, put fruit, eggs, milk, honey and cream cheese into blender/food processor. Once mixed, pour it into bowl. Second,  put in about 3 cups of flour and stir until combined and you have a sticky and slightly thick texture of dough that is still moist.   Third, dish into any type of oven-safe dish. Fourth, preheat oven to 350-400 degrees. If desired, stick some leftover frozen fr

A Reflection and Poem By Cara Ruegg This is incredibly personal and I hesitated putting it up, but I am sure many can relate to it and perhaps be encouraged that they are not alone. There are times that God seems far away. There are times the soul feels such darkness it is as if it were in a haze; suddenly, nothing is clear even what was once so very clear she thought she'd never doubt it. When I was in the convent, deciphering God's will for me, I felt keenly this very cross. I had been there for nearly three years and had wanted so much to keep to my commitment and be His, entirely His as I had said I would, but as vows approached, I was suddenly not so sure anymore about anything. I craved a family of my own, a little child. I noticed my other Sisters didn't have the same yearning as strongly as me. Of course, they were human and did want such a thing, but they seemed to accept the prospect of not having a child of their own much easier than I could, taking