Going Back in Time
I have to admit, I was a brat. Now, I’m not so much of a brat as I
am awestruck by the realization that my mother allowed me to survive
into adulthood. I’m convinced she paid her purgatorial debt on earth by
raising me. She had her hands full!
I stumbled on this prayer today, and I remembered it from my
childhood. I was “forced” to lead the grace when we ate, at times. I
thought of my brathood, I mean, my childhood, and I have to smile.
I feel a bit younger when I slip into the sing song of leading this
grace when I didin’t want to when we ate. My mother’s name was Grayce.
I’m sure the Blessed Mother poured down the graces she needed to raise
me.
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