Greetings my friends! Our blessings this morning went well at the fund raisier at the parish we were at for the CD of the Month Kick-off! We got more sales than we expected and that was truly a gift and good that Lori was along to help. We each took an entrance and after the Masses people came up to buy them. Linus have a little talk about it all after Mass and it was in their bulletin to advertise too. The parish we were at is about a half hour from here, and we left here at 7:30 to set up there. All went well. Then another blessing was when Lori invited us for supper again, another great chicken soup she made! A little spicy so she had us use some Greek Yogurt in it if needed. I liked it in it. She said the recipe was on Pintrest but she added alot more veggies, then we played a game of Dominoes and it was a fun evening! Praying for each and every one of you!!
The ordinary things we do each day are often taken for granted
and make us feel unimportant. Lord, help me change my thinking
so that I can happily see that the little things I do are very important
and that I do make a very big difference.
Scripture for the day:
"You show me the path of life. In your presence there is fullness of
joy; in your right hand are pleasures forevermore." ~Psalm 16:11
Meditation for the day:
Faith is the messenger that bears our prayers to God. Prayer can be
like incense, rising ever higher and higher. The prayer of faith is
the prayer of trust that feels the presence of God which it rises to
meet. It can be sure of some response from God. We can pray a prayer
of thanks to God every day for God's grace, which has kept us on the
right way and allowed us to start living the good life. So we can
pray to God with faith and trust and gratitude.
Prayer for the day:
I pray that I may feel sure of God's response to my prayers. I pray
that I may be content with whatever form that response takes.
When I say good morning I mean to say:
G-od
O-ffers us His
O-utstanding
D-evotion to
M-ake us
O-bedient &
R-eady for a
N-ew day with Him.
I-nspire others please, and
N-ever forget
G-od loves you!
My Hand In God´s
Each morning when I wake I say,
"I place my hand in God's today;"
I know He'll walk close by my side
My every wandering step to guide.
He leads me with the tenderest care
When paths are dark and I despair---
No need for me to understand
If I but hold fast to His hand.
My hand in His! No surer way
to walk in safety through each day.
By His great bounty I am fed;
Warmed by His love, and comforted.
When at day's end I seek my rest
And realize how much I'm blessed,
My thanks pour out to Him; and then
I place my hand in God's again.
By Florence Scripps Kellogg
Hello! Is there too much noise in your life?
I AM your Lord God speaking!
Would you like me to speak louder?
Is it you who can't hear me already,
in the mere creation that was made by my hands;
Like the sun, which I shine on your face everyday,
or the wind, that blows through your window,
which you don't notice because your always in a hurry?
Can you not hear me in the Mass,
where I offer up myself to you through the Eucharist,
in a homily where my child speaks my words,
in the Bible - where I teach you how to live,
in prayer - where you listen and hear me speak,
or in any act of Love you experience
through another one of my children during a normal day?
I AM with you always, right here,
but unless you have time
and turn down the volume of the stereo of life,
how do you expect to hear me?
The Empty Chair
A man's daughter had asked the parish priest to come and pray with her
father. When the priest arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head
propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside his bed. The priest
assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.
"I guess you were expecting me," he said.
"No, who are you?" said the father.
The priest told him his name and then remarked, "I see the empty chair; I
figured you knew I was going to show up."
"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closing the
door?"
Puzzled, the priest shut the door.
"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man. " But
all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the
pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head.
I abandoned any attempt at prayer, until one day about four years ago my
best friend said to me, `Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a
conversation with Jesus. Here is what I suggest.' Sit down in a chair; place
an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's
not spooky because he promised; `I'll be with you always.' Then just speak
to him in the same way you're doing with me right now."
So I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every
day. I'm careful though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair,
she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm.
The priest was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to
continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and
returned to the church. Two nights later the daughter called to tell the
priest that her daddy had died that afternoon.
"Did he die in peace?" he asked.
"Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his
bedside, told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back
from the store an hour later, I found him dead. But there was something
strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over
and rested his head in the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?"
The priest wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like
that."
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