Movements

The greatest movements in our life are hidden. No one will ever see just when that vice changed into virtue. No one will ever know what laid on a hurting heart during that conversation that seemed far away, because no one knows the struggles and crosses that are carried by each person. No one will feel the sweet movements of this sweet one moving inside, full of life, as we walk down the street and eyes that seem so piercing look on and then speak in words, "?Todos son tuytos?" But, not everything needs to be known on the outside. When we cry, He's there. When we smile and our soul dances in delight as we watch the fruits of our married love play, take care of one another, dance, and kiss hurting siblings, He sees. When there are slights, rejections, false assumptions, cruel words, spite, and boxing in, He sees. He even felt it, felt it all. But, He still says, "I leave you My peace." Thank you, Lord, for the moments when you raise us up and hold our chin up and say, "You're Mine."

Pure words...clear thoughts... from a little mouth

...of a wholesome person. Tonight as I was coming back to Madge's bed to kiss her goodnight she began to ask if our bodies are just another mystery (we have been talking about the mystery of the Eucharist). She said that it is a mystery how a baby is in a mom's tummy, and that it is a mystery of who she is. She said, "I know I am Maddy and I have a body, but I cannot see the inside of my body." "It is like Jesus says," she said, "'Blessed are those who do not see and still believe.'" You have it, Madge, and we love you.