Tomorrow I will spend a precious hour before the Holy Eucharist in a sweetly hushed church. The smell of incense will be in the air, and our sung Latin will linger as memories in my ears.I find such peace as I sit still before Him who created the universe. What will He say to me tomorrow, I wonder?
He who made the stars, hushed the storm, came to earth, bore the cross, resurrected, ascended to Heaven and sent the Holy Spirit comes to us in a simple church on the back streets of a humble town. He visits His people in bread and wine. He enters our bodies and gives us peace. He has been here, always, through the ages, in the hearts of His people, just as He promised when He walked the earth.
I cannot wait for my appointment with the King!
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Sigh. I want to sit with Jesus, too.
Miss you, friend. Write when you can.
And ... so do I. I have been sick for most of Lent. How sad that makes my heart. The only time I drove myself to town, it was to Mass and then straight home. Yes, I am an impatient patient; can most of what I miss ... is receiving our LORD and sitting quietly and still with him in our Adoration Chapel. Please pray for me. I know all my kith and kin do ... but by chance, if someone reads this who does not know me, other voices are much appreciated.
>>>I want to say, I do realize that there are so many others ... so much sicker than me ... and I feel more sorry for HL than myself. He is doing almost all the chores ... cooking, cleaning the kitchen ... and helping me when I ask him. May our Sweet Jesus be with us all.
DIEU TE BENISSE!! GOD BLESS!!
Cajun Sissy
Macile, you have a Lenten cross to bear, it seems... Praying you'll be healthy by Easter so you can rejoice in the resurrection...
Mair, I'll write soon, dear friend. I've missed you!
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