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A Quote

I have been slowly reading, and I do mean slowly, Mother Angelica's Private and Pithy Lessons from the Scriptures. The little slip of paper from the library tells me that I have renewed it 5 times. Our library lends books for three weeks at a time. I will let you do the math.

I have so many things that I want to read and such little time to do it. I asked a friend recently how she reads so many books with so many little ones. She said she reads while she folds laundry. What? I can't even get to the laundry folding, let alone read at the same time! I must be slacking.

Anyway, I did read yesterday while sitting on the end of Therese's bed, waiting for her to settle down for her afternoon nap. It was only a few pages, but sometimes that is best. Then I can ponder those few words while I do all the things that need doing.

Here is part of what I read yesterday that I want to be able to go back to after I eventually return this book to the library:

She was speaking of the Holy Innocents, but I think you can apply this to any tragedy in your own life.

"So God permitted evil to bring about a greater good. Because they died, He lived. Because He died, WE live. It is a mystery that unless the seed falls to the ground and unless it dies, it remains alone. I realize that there are many things in me that must die before He can live: my pride, my ambition, my impatience, my anger. The difficulty I find in loving my neighbor, or listening to the problems of another. There is much that I must die to. But unless I die, unless these things are conquered, He cannot live in me. He cannot. For God must reign supreme in my soul. He must have all of me. He must know that I prefer Him to everyone and everything."

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  1. Beautiful jenny--words to ponder. Must have been just enough reading. Sometimes that's all we need. (I can't read and fold laundry either, don't feel bad)

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  2. And we have the book that we never finished....! I'm right there with you - I have STACKS of reading that I'll get to someday. Someday....!

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  3. Read while folding laundry?? Are you kidding me? I'm assuming she somehow folds w/o looking...hmm..no can do. I can play the Rosary on my phone while folding, I can do that...but I cannot do anything else while reading. Except nursing. I do sometimes read on my phone w/ the kindle app while nursing. Terribly handy. I get most of my reading done that way. =)

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