Deliver Us From…

Pick your poison, ’cause on any given day that’s what I do. When we pray the Our Father as a family, and we DO do this, every night before bed, I cling to that last request like nobody’s business.

Deliver us, Lord, from all sorts of evil. Deliver us from bickering kids. Deliver us from fear and feeling overwhelmed. Deliver us from envy…and selfishness…and bad coffee.

Ha.

Here’s a joke, the latest one from my six-year-old:

“What’s taller than the Statue of Liberty, Mom?”

“I dunno.”

 

“Me on top of the Statue of Liberty!”

I’ve mentioned this once or twice or a couple hundred times, but I totally love my six-year-old.

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How’s your life going? Are you struggling with your own long list of “Deliver me from…?”

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Here’s a sweet picture that I took yesterday:

My Cate on her way into confirmation class!

She’s the third of my children to prepare for this sacrament and I’ll tell you…I wish that it came with a guarantee—a guarantee that not only will they be sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit, they will also never EVER stray.

This mothering gig is not for the weak.

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In other news, you may have noticed that there were a thumping lot of comments on my last post. There’s a reason for this, and it’s not that I’m suddenly super popular.

Nope, not that.  Rather, I joined a “commentathon” over at Blogelina’s which meant leaving 50-plus comments in exchange for 50 comments.

It was fun but a thumping lot of work.

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Two things—no, three—that I am loving:

• My husband, as always. He keeps me grounded.

• Being outside. That, too, keeps me grounded.

• And the book, Shadows on the Rock, which is the Well Read Mom selection of the month and which is, in my humblest of literary opinions, Willa Cather at her finest. (And I love Willa Cather.)

Happy month of October, my friend!

(Tomorrow’s my birthday!)

(49!)

(Big yikes.)