Hi.
Last night was wonderful. I had not attended the Stations of the Cross for several years, so that in itself as comforting. I was able to sit with members of Holy Family Church who I have me in the past couple of weeks through Fr. Phil's bible study of St. John.
We ended with a dinner of tuna casserole and salads. Wow. I felt so Catholic.
I need that once in a while.
I was able to get my Lenten sacrament of reconciliation in at the same time It also gave me the opportunity to just turn myself over to God. I am not good at sitting still and listening:)
I have to tell you a funny story. I was talking to Bart's mother in law, Marlies, and she said that she had captured a possum. I didn't quite get it at first. She actually captured an oppossum. She will have someone pick it up and take it to a safe rescue site. She has also caputured racoons. I am amazed.
Dia dhuit
Mary
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” |
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” |