It's been far too long since I've posted Grains of Gratitude and I apologize. It's not that I've not been grateful, because there has been so much to be grateful for.
I am grateful for being able to attend church with my family. There is something so special about having my boys so focused and to hear them sing & pray. The husband made it home in time to join us Saturday night. Yay! I am grateful he is home--it was a quick trip, but it looks like there will be more again in the future.
Wish we could have gone to Mass on Sunday, we miss some of our favorite people when we go at a different time, but Roo had a fundraiser to appear at. Which, thankfully turned out well.
Left him on his own (under adult supervision) when I really wanted to stay and hover. This is part of the letting go, trying wings stuff I am so not ready for. Apparently he was quite the professional while I was gone, but upon my return he fell into some of his silly (and age appropriate) ways. Does that tell me something? I'm grateful in that bittersweet, Mommy sense that he is moving out farther and farther into independence.
Friday we were gifted by a homeschool mom, a fairly new friend, with a large grocery bag full of books. Not telling this to toot my horn, but I had just given a box of books to a family of new homeschoolers. The point wasn't me, but isn't it great how GOD always, always proves HE cannot be outdone.
The boys are attending the end of year Parish School of Religion carnival, Monday (today because I am posting late). I am grateful they find themselves very at home there. They are loved at often spoiled there. They will run around and be crazy for a while. I will sit and try to figure why their vitamins work better than mine.
Selfishly I am glad that we are nearing a vacation point. I am in need of a break. It is very hard to keep me focused, so you can imagine how things are around here.
Back to joining the originator of Grains of Gratitude, Christine--Mom to Brady & the whole Bunch.
This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every moring: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion saith my soul: therefore will I hope in him. The Lord is good unto them that wait for Him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD. Lamentations 3: 21-26