The Little Church

Last Sunday morning, I made the long drive home from East Texas. I was all by myself and had hours to ponder life, soak in the beautiful scenery from my childhood and pray. There was so much to pray about. Where did I start? There were so many family members and friends heavy on my heart.   I kept thinking of my sweet mom. She always had a list of people to pray for on a daily basis. When I couldn't immediately find her in the house, I knew to look for her in her bedroom. She escaped away with her rosary. It was her source of comfort, especially as she grew older and had a … [Read more...]

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