My husband ran into the grocery store to pick up a handful of things, and I waited for him in the car.
A few spots down from me, a woman had just pulled up, and she had an enormous smile on her face. She was just beautiful!
It took me 2 days to figure out why I kept thinking about her, but I finally got it….
You could tell that she was comepletely herself. There was no one else in the car with her, so it wasn’t a smile out of obligation or social norm. It was a true-blue, from the bottom of her soul, smile.
As I age I certainly have gotten better at just being myself, but I don’t know that I’ll ever outgrow ALL sense of self-consciousness. Perhaps wanting to be a considerate person comes with the extra baggage of being concerned with how one makes other people feel.
So how often, then, do we get to see unabashed, unfiltered, and untainted pure joy on the faces of those around us?
I am so grateful I got that tiny glimpse into that stranger’s life.
And when we open our hearts to God in prayer, how can we bring that same openess?
Love to all,
In a few days the Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults will be administered in parishes everywhere.
Easter Vigil Mass has always been one of my favorites. It’s so beautiful and holy. We are always in Rochester MN at my sister’s for Easter (except for last year) and this year it’s going to be even more meaningful because this will be the first time our family has been together for well over a year.
What does that have to do with this cross? I don’t know… It’s just what came to mind when I looked at it. We had a few come in from our vendor today, and I almost cried – I’m that excited!
I love this interpretation of St. Joseph taking the Child Jesus by the hand. It’s so tender and sweet.
Whether these are St. Francis’ words or not, they still give me hope and guidance. Perfect for keeping in the visor of your car.
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is doubt, faith,
Where there is injury, pardon,
Where there is despair, hope,
Where there is darkness, light,
and where there is sadness, joy.
Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we are recieve
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.