it’s the monday giggles…

If a man does not keep pace with his companions
perhaps it is because he hears the beat
of his own drum.
Henry David Thoreau
Drumroll, please…
it’s the monday giggles…

If a man does not keep pace with his companions
perhaps it is because he hears the beat
of his own drum.
Henry David Thoreau
Drumroll, please…
it’s a 3hugs&blessings thursday…

Prayer isn’t there to make us feel better when we’re anxious.
And it’s not there as an obligation.
It is a communion of love, between a lover and the beloved.
St. Faustina is a reliable witness on this point: she spoke to Our Lord about this many times, and He always expressed His infinite love for humanity.
“While I was saying the chaplet [of Divine Mercy], I heard a voice which said, Oh, what great graces I will grant to souls who say this chaplet; the very depths of My tender mercy are stirred for the sake of those who say the chaplet.” (No. 848)
In prayer we need not only to pray the words but Christ needs us to also listen! Continue reading “do you hear my prayers, lord?”
Leaf Me Alone!
A Leaf Poem, by Oma

Hello whispy, crunchy, conical friend I found today!
I see your autumn leftover beauty,
I am mesmerized by your dancing whimsy,
and wait with baited breath for you to toss in the breeze, yet again.
For then I will chase after you,
and keep time with your step!
Reaching,
Yes, reaching to touch you,
my frolicking friend. Continue reading “Leaf me alone!”