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One man's trash...

is another man's treasure, as the saying goes. Last week, we were driving through the neighborhood on the eve of trash day. There, beside someone's trash can, was a wooden entry table. Upon closer inspection, it did have a nasty round burn mark on the top. But it was in perfect condition otherwise. We put in the van and drove on home. I gave it a couple of coats of paint to hide it's scar and I do believe it is a treasure indeed...



One man's misfortune is another boy's good luck. Tony was trying to be a good Samaritan and help a friend replace the brakes on his car last night. However, things did not go smoothly and this morning our friend had AAA come and tow his car to the repair shop. Imagine Jack's delight that before breakfast he got to witness up close a tow truck at work in his very own driveway. Oh, was he a happy boy!

I just know there is a lesson to be learned in all of this.

I was listening to EWTN on my way home from the doctor and the homily was about how Jesus asked the disciples to go out with nothing but their faith to preach. How often can I truly say that I whole-heartedly place ALL my trust in God? Not often, I am afraid to admit. How hard it is to lay down everything at His feet and just trust in His mercy and compassion.

I pray that God may cover up my sins with His mercy and truly make of me a treasure worthy of His love.

May I try and find the good in the seemingly not so good situations. God works many wonders through things that seem to be nothing but bad news.

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