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[gloriajean]

Hello my friends! Well today was a cool day - it was quite cool picking raspberries but not too cool for the bees buzzing around there! It was a relaxing Sunday - had Lori over for supper and she stayed and we had a nice visit for a few hours eating popcorn and wine. Her Ollie can catch popcorn in the air when you throw it to him, he's so fast!! Had a nice call this afternoon from my sister, Sister LaDonna - everything is going well with her. She just finished braiding a rug like our Mom used to make!! She got lots of complements on it. Hope you all had a very blessed Sunday! God bless you all!

No great or good work is ever accomplished without patient preparation.
Lord, when my work is not going as I planned, remind me to be grateful
that I am being trained for greater achievement.

Scripture for the day:

"He has told you, what is good; and what does the LORD require of you but to
act justly, to love tenderly, and to walk humbly with your God." ~Micah 6:8

Meditation for the day:

"Walk humbly with your God." Walking with God means practicing the presence
of God in our daily affairs. It means asking God for the strength to face
each new day. It means turning to God often during the day in prayer for
ourselves and for other people. It means thanking God at night for the
blessings we have received during the day. Nothing can seriously upset us
if we are "walking with God." We can believe that God is beside us in
spirit, to help us and to guide us on our way.

Prayer for the day:


I pray that I may try to walk humbly with God. I pray that I may turn to
God often, as to a close friend.

Power of the Holy Name of Jesus

The name of Jesus is the shortest, the easiest, and the most powerful of
prayers. Everyone can say it, even in the midst of daily work. Our Lord
Himself has solemnly promised that whatever we ask the Father in His Name we
shall receive (provided, of course, that it be for His Glory and the good of
our soul).
Each time we pronounce the holy Name of Jesus with reverence and love, and
with proper intention, we give great glory to God and obtain for ourselves
priceless graces.

Each time we say Jesus, we may, in desire:

Make an act of perfect love, offering to God all the infinite love of His
Divine Son as if it were our own.

Offer the Passion and Death of Our Lord to the Eternal Father for His
greater glory and our own intentions.

Offer to God all the infinite merits and perfections of Jesus.

Offer all the Holy Masses said each day throughout the world, for the glory
of God and the good of our own and others' souls.

Each time we say Jesus, we increase in our souls the virtues of faith, hope
and charity. Our faith becomes more lively, our confidence in God greater,
and our love more intense.

The Holy Name of Jesus saves us from innumerable evils and dangers, helps us
to overcome temptations, and delivers us from the power of the devil, who is
constantly seeking to do us harm.

The Holy Name of Jesus fills our souls with peace and joy, and gives us
strength to bear our trials and sufferings with patience and resignation.

Each time we say Jesus, we can gain a partial indulgence which we may apply
to the souls in purgatory, thus relieving and liberating many of them from
their awful pains, and gaining for ourselves friends who will pray for us
with incredible fervor.

We ought, therefore, to try to acquire the habit of saying Jesus, Jesus,
Jesus, very often every day, with fervent love and devotion - when dressing,
when working - no matter what we are doing, in moments of sadness and in
moments of joy, at home, in company, on the street, when walking, riding or
waiting. We can say it countless times every day, and thus gain untold
graces and blessings for ourselves and for the whole world. Nothing is
easier, if only we do it with all our heart.

INVOCATION

O admirable Name of Jesus! Name most holy! to men most amiable! Name above
every name. No other name is given under heaven in which we can be saved.

Jesus, honey in our mouth, melody to our ears, sweet jubilee to our hearts!
O Jesus! You are our life, You are our salvation, You are our glory, to You
be praise forever and ever. Amen

Imprimatur +Carolus Hubertus LeBlond
Episcopus Sancti Josephi
Infant of Prague Press

WORRY.

Is there a magic cut-off period when

offspring become accountable for their own

actions? Is there a wonderful moment when

parents can become detached spectators in

the lives of their children and shrug, 'It's

their life,' and feel nothing?

When I was in my twenties , I stood in a hospital

corridor waiting for doctors to put a few

stitches in my daughter's head. I asked, 'When do

you stop worrying?' The nurse said,

'When they get out of the accident stage.' My

Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my thirties , I sat on a little

chair in a classroom and heard how one of my

children talked incessantly, disrupted the class,

and was headed for a career making

license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher

said, 'Don't worry, they all go through

this stage and then you can sit back, relax and

enjoy them.' My dad just smiled

faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my forties , I spent a lifetime

waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come

home, the front door to open.. A friend said,

'They're trying to find themselves. Don't worry,

in a few years, you can stop worrying. They'll be

adults.' My dad just smiled faintly

and said nothing.

By the time I was 50 , I was sick & tired of being

vulnerable. I was still worrying over my

children, but there was a new wrinkle. There

was nothing I could do about it. My

Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing. I

continued to anguish over their failures, be

tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in

their disappointments.

My friends said that when my kids got married I

could stop worrying and lead my own

life.. I wanted to believe that, but I was

haunted by my dad's warm smile and his

occasional, 'You look pale. Are you all right?

call me the minute you get home . Are

you depressed about something?'

Can it be that parents are sentenced to a

lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another

handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of

human frailties and the fears of the

unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue

that elevates us to the highest form of life?

One of my children became quite irritable

recently, saying to me, 'Where were you? I've been

calling for 3 days, and no one answered I was worried.'

I smiled a warm smile.

The torch has been passed.

PASS IT ON TO WONDERFUL PARENTS

(And also to your children. That's the fun part)