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7 Quick takes - The real quick, not quite 7, version

Thanks, Jen, for hosting!

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I cried yesterday. A lot.  I cried through the whole TV coverage of Benedict leaving Rome.  I went to adoration.  And cried.  And when the priest, at mass this morning, mentioned the pope and said the word "emeritus," you bet I teared up. 

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My kids are praying that Cardinal Dolan becomes the next Pope.

 Is it wrong that I am not discouraging them?


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I got to go to the Chris Tomlin Burning Lights Concert last Friday with my SIL.  We were in the "nosebleed" section, but it was an AWESOME concert.  What a great worship experience.

Who would you want to see in concert?

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I totally want to join the WIWS link-up, but feel way out of my league.  All you ladies wear such beautiful outfits.  And, I am totally embarrassed to admit that (1) some of my clothes is so old I do not remember where I got it (2) Much of my clothes is hand-me-downs, come from a thrift store or (gasp) freecycle . . . yep, my face is red right now and, finally, (3) You would be seeing the same clothes over and over (and over) again . . .
 
Someone make me feel better!


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I totally broke my Lenten fast from facebook to bring you these cuties from Little Flower Projects
These are twins Bo and Tao.  Lift up a prayer for them.  They have been pretty sick and just got out of the hospital.

Have a great weekend everyone!
 

Comments

  1. I keep wondering when this is going to hit me (haven't cried yet), I think he has handle all of this with such grace and dignity my feelings of admiration are stronger ~ so far.

    They should root for anyone they want and trust in the Holy Spirit

    Please join, don't worry about repeats ~ shopping in your closet is what many of us are doing these days.

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  2. #4: I don't link up because I haven't made it to a regular Sunday service this year -- I've been sick and my son Daniel has been sick. (I'm married to the pastor and he brings me communion.) However, my outfits would all be repeating if I linked up as well. However... everyone else is in the same position. There's even one person who is a thrift store fanatic and has a wardrobe that costs her maybe a tenth of what it's worth. Definitely link up for a Sunday -- we're all in the same boat.

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  3. Aw, look at those little ones. Thanks for breaking your Lenten fast to share them with us.

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  4. Visiting from Conversion Diary. You should link up with WIWS. Last week was my first time, and I am so glad that I did! Don't worry about repeats. I will definitely have repeat items/outfits in future posts. Please join! :)

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  5. Katie - I cried SO MUCH TOO!!! I'm so happy I'm not the only one. I am a part of WIWS, and I want to encourage you in this way:
    When Steve and I first got married we had no money. I mean NO MONEY. And, we soon had two kids, and still NO MONEY and I had to be soooo creative when it came to saving. One day, after mass, Steve said that it was really important to him that I feel lovely when I go to mass. Lovely for the Lord, and lovely for the boys. I soon found ways to shop clearances, spruce up old clothes with new jewelry etc. I began to ask my mom and dad to quit buying me things I didn't need, but to instead give me cash/gift cards for birthdays etc. so I could get what I needed for myself and the boys in the way of dress clothes for Mass. I really look forward to putting together something "lovely" to wear each week - old mixed with new. And, my oldest son tells me every Sunday how much he loves seeing me dressed up (and not in farm clothes or sweats!). I just want to encourage you - you may be making a memory for your sons, and giving a gift to the Lord at the same time by dressing your best on Sundays (even if it's from the clearance isle! :)

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  6. I am with your kids - it's good to hope ;0)

    I haven't cried yet. I think I trust that this is all a good plan - definitely waiting to see how it turns out!

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