picking camoflaged beans in our garden
pumpkins finally appearing (hoping they will ripen before the frost hits)
cooking peanut butter cookies while praying the rosary and chaplet of divine mercy
Our Lady of Perpetual Help, perpetually helping me draw nearer to Jesus
praying our family rosary at this peaceful Mary grotto, making our Heavenly mother smile and this earthly mother more at peace
lighting a prayer candle for our baby at the grotto, placing our little one in her care
taking Nathanael on a walk to our local Catholic college and visiting Jesus in the chapel; He is always there waiting with his arms open wide...what a gift, yet I often forget!
happening upon a busy back-hoe while on a walk with Nathanael
taking my boys to a Brewer's baseball game...
eating peanuts while cheering for the home team
watching sweet Michael seriously prepare for becoming an altar server
seeing a huge buck napping under a trampolene in someone's backyard--smart deer...he knows hunting season began and town is the safest place to be
God's infinite mercy on this selfish soul of mine...I cling to the cross that sets me free
and here's a few more without pictures...
all...day...nausea that reminds me this baby is still with me, growing all...day...long
Joseph laughing out loud on the couch while he reads a Garfield book from the library
leansing tears
removable couch coverings that can be put in the wash after getting puked on
friends who listen to me cry--and then bring me chocolates to cheer me up
cool Autumn air
a successful surgery for my mom (one of her parathyroids was removed), and the healing of her knee that had been causing her lots of pain for months
the way Natey says "back-hoe" (wacko) and loves to play with construction machines
the upcoming visit from my mom while my husband is away hunting--helping this hunting widow not get so bitter
Nathanael being so tough as he braved stitches on his forehead
God speaking to me through Faustina's diary (again), teaching me what it really means to love:
"I see that the smallest things done by a soul who loves God sincerely have an enormous value in His holy eyes. And true love is measured by the thermometer of suffering. Jesus I thank you for the little daily crosses..." (#340, 343)
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