I've seen very little of my computer the last four or five days; this weekend I've seen even less. I've been trying to catch up on all the stuff someone has slacked off on around here--oh wait, that was me who let things get to this state. How embarrassing.
Anyway...with much gratitude, but maybe some brevity:
I am grateful that my darling husband and I found the garage. Oh, no it never really was "gone." It was just...ahem...buried. We participated in the event known as "Breaking Your Back 2009." There's a lovely trash berm at the end of the driveway.
Gorgeous weather on Saturday allowed the garage door to be wide open. Even though I wasn't technically "outside," I might as well have been.
I am grateful that sometimes using Play-Doh with Mom is more fun than using the X-Box. You are never too old for Play-Doh.
Roo has been asked to participate in a short performance. I am grateful (although a bit frazzled with the rearranging it's taken).
We had a lovely Mass today. The Third Grade Class did all the readings and the offertory gifts. Boo participated in a very well spoken way and Roo was very supportive of his brother getting the limelight.
Father talked about being healed versus being cured, you can have your illness cured and yet have your heart remain unhealed. Sometimes an incurable body heals the broken soul. Sometimes you get both. I don't translate things well. But trust me. It was what I needed to hear. Father was back from a vacation and looked so happy and well rested. We missed him, but were glad he got a break.
We sang Precious LORD Take My Hand. I love this song.
Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light:
Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.
When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord, linger near,
When my life is almost gone,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest I fall:
When the darkness appears
And the night draws near,
And the day is past and gone,
At the river I stand,
Guide my feet, hold my hand:
Words by Thomas A. Dorsey,
Music by George N. Allen
I am grateful most of all that no matter what God is in charge.
What are you grateful for?