Sunday's Grace

This morning marks 1 full month and 8 days straight of praying the Rosary. I woke up this morning and was tempted to read, but instead made a concious decision to prioritize my life around God.

I spent time in prayer, then woke Eddie and we walked to Mass at nooon. I used that time to pray for Eddie, for Randy, and for me. Last night, I had prepared today's meal, and put that meal on keep warm before I left home. We were able to get a ride home from my CRHP sister Ruth, which was such a blessing, and it was so nice to be able to eat without working.

I did spend $10 on a raffle ticket for $10,000. However, the proceeds benefit the Highlands School so that even if I do not win I know that good works will be done for the Lord with that money. 25% of the winnings must be paid in taxes up front, so really it would only be a prize of $7500 but it would go a very long way in helping us to get out of debt and into financial freedom.

I started today. With it came a bitter sort of grief that truly made me feel unity with poor Job. Yet, in the midst of this bitterness I stopped and offered my anguish, grief, and sorrow to Jesus that my pain might, in some small way, be used as reparations for my sins and those of the whole world. This grief and sorrow is a heavy cross, but no heavier than the cross of our Lord.