The Power of Little Things
Once when I was in charge of the songs for a retreat Mass, things went
very wrong. I came too late to begin the opening song, I started one
song too high, and so on. After that fiasco, I sat in the chapel feeling
ashamed and miserable. As the other sisters filed out, one of them gave
my shoulder a little squeeze. Suddenly things weren’t so bad . . .
because of that little gesture. Click to continue
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