I did walk to the church with the outdoor Stations of the Cross yesterday. There was a crew of landscapers in action there. That had not been what I was expecting; I was dreaming of a silent place in the sun to pray the Rosary. Instead I had a gasoline smelling noisy place. And it was also good. After praying, as I was putting away my Rosary, I noticed the shadow on the flagstone and took a photo. Last night I showed it to my daughter and told her I was going to crop it so that the crack in the pavers is cropped out. She said “no! it is more interesting with the line!” I am dubious, but I left it anyway.
I am interested to know whether anyone looks at my replies to your comments. I usually reply to every comment. I didn’t reply to yesterday’s because I don’t know if anyone reads them. Could you let me know if you do or not? I LOVE it when other bloggers reply to comments, that is why I do it. But if no one is reading them, there is really no point.
My daughter is sleeping downstairs, the birds are singing outside my bedroom window, the coffee is strong and black and good, and I am ready for another day. Reading Catherine of Siena by Sigrid Undset which I am finding wonderful. It also puts my small suffering into perspective.
When you offered so chivalrously to suffer every pain out of love for Me, you were immediately freed from these temptations of hell, because it was My will.