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05-01-2016 11:11 PM - edited 05-01-2016 11:13 PM
Greetings everyone! Beautiful First Communion Mass this morning and Missy, Darla's sister-in-law posted pictures on Facebook which was so nice. Her son did a reading at Mass, and they took a picture, he did very well. All the little children did something for the Mass and made it special for them. Girls in white dresses and veils, boys in white shirts and ties - so cute! Then the Anniversary dinner - held at the house of their daughter, very well attended, weather got really warm outside, it was only in the 30's in the morning early. Wishing you all a great week!!! Watch for God's blessings throughout your days! God bless you!!
God has a way of allowing us to be in the right place at the right time.
I was walking down a dimly lit street late one evening when I heard muffled screams coming from behind a clump of bushes.
Alarmed, I slowed down to listen and panicked when I realized that what I was hearing was the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: heavy grunting, frantic scuffling and tearing of fabric.
Only yards from where I stood, a woman was being attacked. Should I get involved?
I was frightened for my own safety and cursed myself for having suddenly decided to take a new route home that night. What if I became another statistic?
Shouldn't I just run to the nearest phone and call the police?
Although it seemed an eternity, the deliberations in my head had taken only seconds, but already the cries were growing weaker.
I knew I had to act fast.
How could I walk away from this? No, I finally resolved, I could not turn my back on the fate of this unknown woman, even if it meant risking my own life.
I am not a brave man, nor am I athletic. I don't know where I found the moral courage and physical strength--- but once I had finally resolved to help the girl, I became strangely transformed.
I ran behind the bushes and pulled the assailant off the woman. Grappling, we fell to the ground, where we wrestled for a few minutes until the attacker jumped up and escaped.
Panting hard, I scrambled upright and approached the girl, who was crouched behind a tree, sobbing. In the darkness, I could barely see her outline, but I could certainly sense her trembling shock.
Not wanting to frighten her further, I at first spoke to her from a distance. It's OK, I said soothingly. The man ran away. You're safe now.
There was a long pause and then I heard the words, uttered in wonder, in amazement. "Dad, is that you?"
And then, from behind the tree, stepped my youngest daughter, Katherine.
Do all the good you can,
In all the ways you can,
In all the places you can,
At all times you can,
To all the people you can,
As long as you ever can-
author unknown
Whatever your cross, whatever your pain,
there will always be sunshine, after the rain....
Perhaps you may stumble, perhaps even fall;
But God's always ready, to answer your call....
He knows every heartache, sees every tear,
a word from His lips, can calm every fear...
Your sorrows may linger, throughout the night,
But suddenly vanish, dawn's early light...
The Savior is waiting, somewhere above,
to give you His grace, and send you His love...
"Little things"
By Bob Perks
"What do you remember most about your mom?" I asked.
"The way she did the dishes," she replied. ""She used a wash rag, not
a sponge. She took her time doing them like she was giving us a bath."
I was in a card store trying to find a card for my wife. I don't like
to just stand there looking. I like to talk to the people who are
trying desperately to find just the right words.
I thought it was a great time to ask what they remembered. It also
helped them to find the right card.
"What about you? What one thing do you think of when you think of
her?" I asked the woman to my right.
"The way she folded her clothes. It was never one, two, three. If she
was folding an under shirt it was the same as folding a work shirt.
Every crease in every fold meant something to her," she replied.
Another woman nearby joined in.
"My mom ironed the bed linens. The details she insisted on were such
that you would think she was giving tours through the house," she said
laughing.
Within minutes each of them had selected the "perfect" card.
"Thanks. That helped me find the right one."
"Me, too!"
"I hate buying cards...this was easy, thanks!"
So, what was it that made it so easy?
The little things.
When it comes to love, we don't think about the big accomplishments,
we tend to focus on the details. The way they walk, talk, smile, cook,
laugh or sing is suddenly more important than anything else.
Think for a moment about someone you love. What comes to mind?
See, we create an image of that love by painting a picture of them.
All the little things remembered are like single strokes of a brush.
For me? Cup cakes. My mom made the best cup cakes. Nothing fancy, just
chocolate with butter icing. The cake was moist and the icing thick.
Always the first ones to go at the school bake sales.
If you are a mom by giving birth, adopting or by marriage. If you have
no human children but furry babies. If you are blessed to still have
your mom or if she is now blessing heaven with her presence...
I wish for you this weekend, days filled with little things to
remember and big love to give.
I have to bake some cup cakes!
A Prayer to St. Joseph the Worker - Feast Day today
O Glorious St. Joseph, model of all those who are devoted to labor, obtain for me the grace to work conscientiously, putting the call of duty above my natural inclinations, to work with gratitude and joy, in a spirit of penance for the remission of my sins, considering it an honor to employ and develop by means of labor the gifts received from God, to work with order, peace, moderation and patience, without ever shrinking from weariness and difficulties, to work above all with purity of intention and detachment from self, having always death before my eyes and the account that I must render of time lost, of talents wasted, of good omitted, of vain complacency in success, so fatal to the work of God.
All for Jesus, all through Mary, all after thine example, O Patriarch, St. Joseph. Such shall be my watch-word in life and in death.
– Composed by St. Pius X
May is known as the month of Mary. Many people join in with
their families and friends to pray the Rosary..
WHY THE DAILY ROSARY?
Our Lady has 117 titles. She selected this title at Fatima:
"I am the Lady of the Rosary."
St. Francis de Sales said the greatest method of praying is
to Pray the Rosary.
St. Thomas Aquinas preached 40 straight days in Rome Italy
on just the Hail Mary.
St. John Vianney, patron of priests, was seldom seen without
a rosary in his hand.
"The rosary is the scourge of the devil" -- Pope Adrian VI
"The rosary is a treasure of graces" -- Pope Paul V
Padre Pio the stigmatic priest said: "The Rosary is THE
WEAPON"
Pope Leo XIII wrote 9 encyclicals on the rosary.
Pope John XXIII spoke 38 times about our Lady and the
Rosary. he prayed 15 decades daily.
St. Louis Marie Grignion de Montfort wrote: "The rosary is
the most powerful weapon to touch the Heart of Jesus, Our
Redeemer, who so loves His Mother."
MARY, QUEEN OF THE HOLY ANGELS -- PRAY FOR US!
Verse of the Day
"Above all, clothe yourselves with love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in the one body. And be thankful."
Colossians 3:14-15
May 1 - Jesus Calling
You are on the path of My choosing. There is no randomness about your life. Here and Now comprise the coordinates of your daily life. Most people let their moments slip through their fingers, half-lived. They avoid the present by worrying about the future or longing for a better time and place. They forget that they are creatures who are subject to the limitations of time and space. They forget their Creator, who walks with them only in the present.
Every moment is alive with My glorious Presence, to those whose hearts are intimately connected with Mine. As you give yourself more and more to a life of constant communion with Me, you will find that you simply have no time for worry. Thus, you are freed to let My Spirit direct your steps, enabling you to walk along the path of Peace.
“Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?”
—Luke 12:25–26
“To shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the path of peace.”
—Luke 1:79
05-02-2016 07:20 AM
Sounds like a great time.
Wev'e had rain for the past two days and we are probably going to have rain all week, but we could use it.
Blessings
Harlene(lovestopaint)
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