Mary is way back at the back of the parking lot. See her with all the pretty flowers at her feet? We took columbine from my mom’s garden so we wouldn’t have to go into a store for some flowers. (Thanks Mom!)
Pray for us oh holy Mother of God, that we may be worthy of the promises of Christ. Pray for us as we walk through this valley of tears (that seem a bit heavier than before). Lead us to your Son.
The boys can’t stand staying buckled for all these drive thru events because one of our window’s doesn’t open. I let them all sit up front.
Teachers were there to wave hello. I’m starting to struggle to find the fun in this stuff now that we just wrapped up week 8. I’m tired of life at a distance. I’m tired of my kids missing their teachers and friends and cousins and grandparents. I’m tired of fun ideas my boys come up with being preceded with “when coronavirus is over can we {fun idea}?!”
The boys can’t stand staying buckled for all these drive thru events because one of our window’s doesn’t open. I let them all sit up front.
Teachers were there to wave hello. I’m starting to struggle to find the fun in this stuff now that we just wrapped up week 8. I’m tired of life at a distance. I’m tired of my kids missing their teachers and friends and cousins and grandparents. I’m tired of fun ideas my boys come up with being preceded with “when coronavirus is over can we {fun idea}?!”
We are created for community and touch and collaboration. Isolation/quarantine/distancing goes against it all and it just makes me sad. I’m grateful that we have each other, but we also need our grandmas, grandpas, aunts, uncle, cousins, friends, teachers, neighbors.
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