Last night I was wandering around the neighborhood and this rose caught my attention. It is in my beloved neighbor’s garden. I didn’t realize the camera flash was on, and I was stunned to see what it did to this gorgeous rose.
At 4:13 this morning, I awoke to the sound of milk bottles ringing against each other. I ordered delivery in a weak moment last weekend at a farmers market. Oh, I didn’t regret it this morning! A pint of cream, a dozen eggs, and a carton of yogurt. What a lovely way to wake up on a Wednesday morning!
Sometimes I wish I were not so open about being a Catholic. It is not easy. I am so sick of answering questions and listening to diatribes about abortion and ridiculous ignorant comments made by stupid politicians, I can barely stand it. I will have to go to confession on Saturday because I got so frustrated last night during a phone call, I took the name of God in vain. Oh, how easy it would be to agree with everyone. But I don’t believe that is what I am called to do. No wonder communities become insular. What did I do to deserve being attacked all day. Friends, neighbors, co-workers, boss, sister… OY.
But today is a glorious day – I think – the sun is not up yet. I am going to hop on the treadmill and do the miles I was supposed to do last night, but couldn’t. I had no idea a cortisone injection would make me feel kind of ill all over. And, my goodness! How my thumb hurts today! Hopefully this will help. Next stop, day surgery.
Mary LA’s post of today recalled this verse to me:
Ask, and it will be given you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For every one who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened. Or what man of you, if his son asks him for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a serpent? — Matthew 7:7-10