We were blessed and touched by the healing hand of God. It was beautiful.
Today's Sunday Song is one of Ronnie's favorites.
When he went on his men's weekend retreat several years ago this was the song of the weekend. It was so awesome to hear all those men singing this song. He was truly touched by the Holy Spirit that weekend. It was evident by the peace that surrounded him.
As we were approaching the alter tonight to be prayed over, the group of men singing sang this song. Coincidence? I think not. Only difference was...they sang it in Spanish.
As we left the alter the look on Ronnie's face and the tears he shed told me he was touched again.
When we sat down he could barely speak but he asked me if I recognized the song in Spanish, and of course I did. He said he could not think of the words in English, but he felt like he could sing it with them in Spanish. I smiled and just thanked God.
It was a beautiful evening
The priest spoke of love. He reminded us to love God with all our heart and to love others as we love ourselves.
He also reminded us that love is the only thing we take with us.
That is it. We take the love we share and the love we receive. Wow.
May God bless you with peace, love and joy as we enter this holiday season and may we always thank Him for all the gifts He gives us every minute of every day.
There were two songs at Mass that spoke to me today, but I felt called to post this one of the two.
Two years ago when we started this blog I thought all of our memories would live here forever. I thought I would post something from everyday for us to remember. But, it hasnt been that way lately. Maybe it will get better. I just havent felt like taking the time.
Since I am here, though, I guess I will catch up.
Let's see...the thing that stands out most is our visit yesterday to our house in Dickinson.
We went there last week to check it out since our tenent moved out. Which, by the way, he did a great job of keeping up the house. It still looks brand new.
That first visit was tough. I love that house so much. But not only that, I loved the life we lived in that house. We have been blessed with goodness through out our marriage and I am extremely grateful for the incredible feeling of gratitude I get when I think of our life there.
Gosh, I can still remember the day we signed the papers. December 18th 2008.
What a crazy day it was. We hired movers and still it was a tough day. It was so late when the movers finally got everything moved in. I remember being so exhausted and hungry. I had only been around the area once with the builder's salesman a month before, but somehow I found my way to Chick-Fil-A that night.
Anyway....
Being there yesterday was even tougher than the first time.
I opened that door and the moment I looked down that long entry hall the emotion rushed to the surface.
Luckily, I kinda kept it together until the handy man and his wife, there doing some touch ups, left.
Once they left, the tears flowed, basically until we got back to Bay City. Ronnie took me to that same Chick-Fil-A thinking it would make the water works stop. Generally, Chick-Fil-A makes everything better. Not yesterday.
Part of it was definitly the gratitude for the memory of the moments in our life associated with that house. But another part of it was closure.
I guess in the deep recesses of my mind I hoped someday we would move back because here's the thing...I guess for me it was the ultimate home. That home everybody strives for throughout their lives. It was the home of which I always dreamed.
Yesterday, my hopes came face to face with reality. And truly, something inside told me that this home will no longer be mine. I truly think it is going to sell this time. My heart was sad when I came to this realization.
Then again, maybe it was just PMS. You know everything gets blown out of proportion during that time of the month. We will see when it goes back on the market. Will it sell or will it lease? Only time will tell.
The good news is...I have nothing to be sad about. We have a wonderful life here in BC. It is full of love and life. Full of hope and promise. It is a beautiful, simple life full of love and fun and peace. And while I am having a difficult time letting go of what life was, I am counting my blessings for what life is and will be.
Working backward, today we were invited to enjoy pork chops, beans, potatoes, and mac and cheese at Pam and Leo's. My sister-in-law CAN cook! We saw all the littles ones. Got the bad knews that Li'l Sugar Plum wont be able to stay with us anymore. She has allergies, we have dogs. Allergies and dogs...not a match. Bummer, Dude.
Yesterday we went to meet Ronnie's great grandson!!
He looked so perfectly nestled on Ronnie's chest.
I held him for a really long time. I just couldnt let him go. I actually wanted to put him in the Jeep and bring him home.
We held the little guy so long he got hungry. Here he is telling his mom, "I'm so hungry, Mommy." And, of course, Mom was able to calm him and get him fed.
After a good little meal, he decided he was ready for a nap. His daddy put him in his little swinging bassinet and he nestled in and cut some zzzz's.
Be still my heart.
So, in honor of this sweet little boy, todays Sunday Song is a bed time prayer.
Casa Causpanic
