Skip to main content

because I needed to be reminded...

From my Magnificat this morning...

"Wickedness is not always overt: the neglect of simple kindness, great or small, kills as surely as open violence."

Neglect. Finding time. Making time.

Pray for me.
Labels:

Comments

  1. ShielaMarch 7, 2015 at 9:28 AM

    Funny story. I am researching for a blog post I am working on for Catholic Sistas. Bill had taped a handwritten note and posted it inside my spice cupboard so I see it every time I cook. I wanted to know the source so I googled, "the neglect of simple kindness," and your post came up at the top! Small world! So, I still need to find the original source. Hope you are all well.

    ReplyDelete
  2. ShielaMarch 7, 2015 at 9:52 AM

    This comment has been removed by the author.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. ShielaMarch 7, 2015 at 9:57 AM

      So, it is repeated in the March 5, 2015 reading of Magnificat! It is a reflection on a line from Proverbs 11:28. (I originally thought it was Psalm 52) I guess the author is whoever writes reflections for Magnificat. Whoever it is is truly inspired.
      Cheers.

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Walking a New Path

 Well now. It has been quite a while, hasn't it?  I have kept silent about my struggles for the past four years, mainly because I was in the midst of something that I never imagined could happen to our family. And it wasn't just my story. It still is not.  A friend once told me I am an external processor, and I suppose she is right. I find that saying things out loud help me find the answer, if there is one. There was no good answer, as it turns out. And so, I am sad to say, that I am now divorced. A single mother, navigating a life I never imagined.  But there are some things that haven't changed. My faith, for one. I know that God is with me on this journey and that He is way smarter and wiser than I could ever be. He has held me close as I wept and grieved the end of my marriage. He held my hand as I packed up what would fit in a moving truck and drove our belongings to a new home. He has led me to new jobs and I can only trust that all will be well if only I cont...
4 comments
Read more

Being Thankful when Life throws you lemons

We are supposed to be camping right now. Two kids are camping, sort of. They are camped out on the couch with fevers. I am trying to stay positive (I am positive I am disappointed!) and count my blessings on this day before Thanksgiving. Thankful: - that my husband braved the grocery store so I could stay home and nurse sick little people. - for Advil, since fevers over 103 scare me. - for beautiful fall colors outside the window. - that we are not trying to care for sick kiddos in a camper far from the comforts of home. - that I got some pretty photos of the kids this weekend - for family and friends - for a roof over our heads, food for our bodies, and clothing for us all - for a God who loves me, even at my worst I pray for quick healing for my kids and all those who are sick on this day. I pray that all of you may have a wonderful Thanksgiving Day tomorrow.
Post a Comment
Read more

The Door Table

Once there was a store in Georgia. It is no more, but how I wish it was. I likened going in there to treasure hunting. One never knew what was going to be in there, and you had to dig through and wade through all the "other people's treasures" to find your own. I once found a set of blue and white teacups and saucers from England. I found lace handkerchiefs, a rocking chair, and an end table. But by far the best find was my kitchen table. I had stopped by one day while the kids were taking horseback lessons and the then little ones were asleep. The store was not open, but I went up to the window to see if anything new was there. And it was there. The table. And six chairs too! We were in need of a bigger table with Jack on the way. My mom had offered to give us her old one, which I was going to accept if I didn't find something I liked better. I didn't want anyone else to even see the table because I knew it was supposed to be ours, but one can never tell abo...
9 comments
Read more