…to everyone who responded to my call for St. Therese stories. She has been one busy lady up there! I am getting through them, and I will be in touch with some of you soonish.
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August 26th, 2005 Happy moments – praise God. Difficult moments – seek God. Quiet moments – worship God. Peaceful moments – trust God. Every moment – thank God. ~Anonymous August 26th, 2005 (After I was out last night and Dan was left in charge of bedtime routines) Dan: You didn’t tell me we were out of baby wipes. Me: Oh yeah, I know. But didn’t you use the roll of paper towels I left by the diapers for changes? Dan: Sure, but how was I supposed to give them all baths? August 24th, 2005 We went to the tennis courts the other day. All nine of us. After packing the diaper bag, patrolling potty trips, and tying two or three hundred pairs of sneakers, I hopped into the front seat of the van next to my dear husband and he immediately eyed my leather sandals with disdain. “You can’t play in those!” he scolded me. “Play??” I was taken aback. I knew we were August 24th, 2005 So here I am doing my best to feel sorry for myself and praying my bratty prayers (see below) when Eamon calls out that he is going to read some stories out loud. The smaller ones gather around him and within a few minutes my whiny gang is quietly taking in The Gingerbread Man, Little Red Riding Hood and other classic tales. Eamon is so patient. He makes me look August 24th, 2005 and I am praying… Our Father Oh, Daddy! Who art in heaven That seems awfully far away Hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come Right now, please. Bring just a little bit of that kingdom right here into my living room. That would be great, thanks. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Ummmm, as long as your will is not really that we all begin August 24th, 2005 It is easy to love those who are far away. It isn’t always easy to love those who are right next to us. It is easier to offer a dish of rice to satisfy the hunger of a poor person, than to fill up the loneliness and suffering of someone lacking love in our own family. –Bl. Mother Teresa of Calcutta August 23rd, 2005 Juliette’s eyes were wide with worry. “Mama, I think” she hesitated. “What is it, sweetheart?” “I think I got something in my hair.” I looked at her head and then my eyes grew wide. Some kind of rodent’s nest was firmly affixed to the side of my daughter’s head. It was a fuzzy, sticky, massive hairball. “What could this be?” I gasped as I struggled to extract my fingers from |
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