The Simple Woman's Daybook

FOR TODAY( December 14)...

Outside my window... a fog as thick as the tension in an awkward conversation.

I am thinking... of the busy day ahead.

I am thankful for...kids who cook dinner while my husband and I search for holiday items.

I am wearing... navy sweatshirt, polka-dot pj pants, and knee socks.

I am remembering... the message of last night's speaker at the Advent Mission at our Church.

I am going... to pick up the girls from their early morning workout and take breakfast to my husband.

I am currently reading... STILL A Tale of Two Cities, but I will finish!

I am hoping... to be a better role model for my children.

On my mind... so many things that if one could peek inside my brain, I am sure it would look like a whirlwind.

Pondering these words... "This is why I speak to you, so you can become aware of these people who are calling out to you....Are you aware that in your own family, ....there may be someone who is very lonely, who feels unloved or hurt?"--Mother Teresa

From the kitchen... a mess, and it won't get better til this evening!

Around the house... decorations are going up slowly. I like that we are doing a little each day, rather than trying to accomplish it all in one afternoon. I can reflect about each memento as I place it lovingly in it's proper spot.

One of my favorite things~ The Feast Days of Juan Diego and Our Lady of Guadalupe. They hold a special place in my heart.

From my picture journal...our home altar.

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