Good morning.
From the desire of being thin, deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being mistaken for my children’s grandmother, deliver me, Jesus.
That others may go to the gym and collect compliments while I stay home and do laundry, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
Dear Tax-Chick:
That’s actually beautiful!
“Kid, you know how I got to be this boring? Raising YOU!”
May God grant us the grace to welcome the scars of the wounds we took in our service of Him.
Good morning! This is your “I slept in because the cat woke me up in the middle of the night and then I had a sinus headache” wake-up call. Day 8.
I did fail in humility yesterday. I mean I guess I fail every day, but I failed big time yesterday.
“So I ask blessed Mary ever Virgin, all the angels and saints, and you, my brothers and sisters, to pray for me to the Lord our God.”
Suggested words:
Lord, he’s a bozo. You know it; we know it. Sometimes you give him the grace to know it himself. “But thou art the same Lord whose property it is always to have mercy.” So cut him a break and restore him in your dearly beloved Son, our Savior Jesus Christ.
Good morning. Just reading a bit of Burns before breakfast.
Last verse of “To a Louse”
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
An’ foolish notion:
What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us,
An’ ev’n devotion!