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Manic Monday

1. I was listening to the radio on Friday, and heard a song that quoted Micah:

You have been told, O mortal, what is good,
and what the LORD requires of you:
Only to do justice and to love goodness,
and to walk humbly with your God.

It occurred to me that this is exactly what Pope Francis exemplifies: he speaks to the world about what true justice is, he loves the good in every person he comes in contact with, and he is a humble man. His visit to the US has given us much to think about, pray about, and learn from.

2. Spent the weekend with my mom, who is now in assisted living. It's hard to see such a strong and independent woman become weaker and weaker in body (though not spirit!) For me, it's also terribly difficult in that I've always relied on my Mom as a sounding board. Now, I have to be hers. This role reversal with an aging parent is not one bit of fun. But again, in Scripture, we know that there is a time and season for all things.

3. The ground under my feet is incredibly unstable right now. No details: but I stand in the need of prayer!

4. My dark-haired daughter is so strong and so brave. Yet, PTSD and depression creep out of the cave and overwhelm her occasionally.  She's been struggling. I know she'll be fine, but right now, she too stands in the need of prayer.

5. This theme keeps showing up in my life. That usually means God is telling me something:


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