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Morning Glory

I want to thank everyone who has been praying for little Therese. She is doing ever so much better this morning. The only down side being that no one told me that steroids could turn my sweet girl into a hysterical, tantrum throwing evil twin at the drop of a hat. I have been assured by the pediatrician that this too shall pass in a few days.

This last week has felt like such a test of my faith. I really feel like God is telling me to be more humble. I know this is something I struggle with, thinking I can do it all. I need to surrender my pride and let God (and sometimes other people) handle things. Another thing about being humble. I find myself all too often looking down on how someone else does things, thinking my way superior. I immediately ask God to take this from my heart as soon as I think it, but still, I think it. I wish I didn't.

I also wish I was good at quoting verses from the Bible. I know there is one to go with the next part of the story. Yesterday, as I backed out of the driveway on my way to Mass by myself, (Tony agreed to go with all the kids later), I splash of violet-blue caught my eye. Months ago, the kids planted moonflower and morning glory seeds out by the mailbox. Since then, they have been neglected, only getting rainwater and nothing else. I was amazed to see a big, beautiful bloom on this tiny vine. It made me realize that through all those dark moments of the weekend, that God's glory was still there, though hidden. But with the dawn comes rejoicing. That little flower reminded me that God is there through it all and that His goodness will shine through.

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  1. "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning"? Is that the one you were after? It's found somewhere in Psalms or Proverbs, I believe.

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  2. I prayed for your little girl and am glad she is doing better.

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