This week held within it, lovely moments like my daughter's acapello concert. Here's the video. (I'm boasting because well, I'm proud).
It also held a quiet moment when I could only gasp. On Tuesday, I'd misplaced my rosary. This rosary was given to me by my eldest daughter from her trip to Italy. It came from Padua, from the Shrine of Saint Anthony. It's beautiful. It's precious to me, and I tore apart my room looking. I also looked in the car, turned my purse and my satchel inside out several times, and begged Saint Anthony to help me find it. Frustrated and defeated, I took myself to adoration and prayed with a plastic rosary, and made my peace with the loss. I found one rosary of mine (a purple crystal one), in the back of my car. I found a silver and white one of mine, in a drawer. I laughed, they were rosaries, just not that one.
The next day, half way through work, I reached into my purse to fish out a dollar for a diet coke, and found the red velvet bag with the rosary inside of it, in my zippered pocket. I'd turned the whole purse inside out. I'd gone through every pocket. Saint Anthony, I owe you one. I sat there shaking my head...because the thing was...to get me to pray the rosary, rather than worry about the nature of the beads. Yes, I still felt very happy to find it.
The next small success came with my youngest daughter making a list of careers for herself including pet watcher, park ranger, artist, boss, taste tester for Tasty Cakes or Entenmann's, contestant on a game show, art teacher, movie maker and nun. I'm saving the list.
In the car, on the ride to school, we've worked on practicing gratitude. We played a game of listing twelve blessings a person. You couldn't repeat someone else's blessings. It helped.
Those are my big moments from the past week. Hope you had a great week filled with small successes.
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