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Morning Offering given… Oh my God, forgive what I have been, correct what I am, and direct what I will be.
Village shivering this morning.
Coffee good
Happy 9th Birthday to Hudson!
Holy Day of Obligation… Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary… Loving Father, open my eyes so that I can see the many wonders and signs you have given to us.
Christmas Novena Day 9
RIAY Day 342: The Joyful Mysteries
Meditations for Each Day pg. 493: The Immaculate Conception Read Luke 1
Today’s Ponder: To understand the enemy we must first understand that, like every serpent, he slithers and hides. He is not obvious. He is not easy to identify. Indeed, he is so subtle in his camouflage and subterfuge that we are usually blind to his real identity, and he remains invisible. Fr. Dwight Longenecker, Immortal Combat
Good Morning! Missing my friend Val this morning. Came across one of her Christmas ornaments, which made me sad as I looked at all the art I have that she made. Her things always spoke to me. Those tiny little ornaments of the wise men… Wishing I could be at my g’son’s 9th birthday and trying to figure out what mass is going to work for me today. Yesterday’s Christmas potluck was enjoyable. As always, the food was splendid and plentiful. Santa came for the children; I so enjoy watching their faces. Christmas brings out the best and the worst of us. Pine is not my friend so as they grew up having a real tree wasn’t often something my children got to enjoy. Now, as I’ve grown older and the children have homes of their own, my tree is made of grapevines and mistletoe. The perfect size to place on the table. Our tree always went up the Saturday before Christmas and came down shortly after Epiphany. Seldom did we do all the outdoor decorating that seems to be the norm these days. Presents have never been the most important thing. Something to read, something to wear, and something you wanted was the choice. Perhaps I could have done things differently, but I never felt Christmas was about what was given or gotten. I miss Christmas Eve at the monastery with full incense and my children all in a row in the pew and breakfast afterwards. I miss Christmas Morning 8AM Mass, and the excitement that went with that. I miss seeing my boys on the altar serving. I miss having my girls in the kitchen getting everything ready for dinner. I miss combing, brushing, and braiding the girls’ hair and slicking down the boys’. I miss the awe and wonder little children bring to the manger on Christmas morning. Soon, I will find the Wise Men and set them on their journey to Bethlehem. They will wander the house until Epiphany, when they finally find Mary & Jesus.
Have a wonderful Advent. I hope you find Christ in your journey to Christmas.
Know you are prayed for.