Small mercies, even extremely small ones, are still mercies.
Yes. And being up all night gives me the opportunity to pray for those who have real problems. I’m sure the Lord understands the intention behind, “Oh, huh?”
The plan to go to Confession fell through; the secretary hadn’t checked Father’s schedule with him right at the minute she made the appointment. Oh, well. If I get hit by a trash truck, God will give me an A for effort. And we dropped off some school supplies for the poor, picked up some papers for the Raffle Committee, talked to the custodian about storage, and agreed with the gardening committee that it’s too hot to garden.