...at least we're trying.
I must apologize for being such a Debbie downer yesterday. Although, if it helped you see that things aren't so isolated in your end of the world, then I am glad I could help. As I was filling out a questionnaire to take to counseling, I realized things are really not that bad in my end of the world either. At least, they could be a lot worse. I highly recommend using catholictherapists.com if you have a need. Incorporating talk about Confession, prayer to St. Michael, and ending with a prayer to the Trinity is definitely the way I would prefer a counseling session to go. We also learned a little technique to stop negative thoughts, take a deep breath, and count to ten (or say a Hail Mary), which involved a first step of just looking up. Eyes toward the heavens, if you want to look at it that way, or just a chin up. It works, much better than putting your head in your hands, that's for certain.
I took some pictures of a few of my favorite things today, and just some pretty things, just to help brighten the mood. A figurative sort of looking up.
Our Lady Unoder of Knots novena, written in my prayer journal. And one of my favorite rosaries. The Miraculous Medal attached at the center was touched to the chair Our Blessed Mother sat upon at that holy apparition.
An angel shelf in the living room, with a variety of angels, some from my grandma, gathered around my grandma's Last Rites box.
Our Mother Mary, a statue from a dear old friend, a memory from her own mother.
A coat of many colors vest -- I'm sewing 12 of these this week for the dance studio. Scrambling, I should say.
And another rosary for the shop. I love these Paters and St. Michael center.
"For me prayer is a surge of the heart,
it is a simple look towards Heaven,
it is a cry of recognition and of love,
embracing both trial and joy."
-St. Therese of Lisieux