“The school of Christ is the school of love. In the last day, when the general examination takes place … Love will be the whole syllabus.”βSt. Robert Bellarmine
Daddy, Daughter, Ginger, and Chinook feeding the yearlings. Our 4 year old loves helping with morning chores.π
Going over the 5th Grade curriculum in the Faith & Life series is good review for me.Prayers please for our 2nd grader who makes his First Confession soon!π
March 25, 2019: First ever Haymarsh Well Read Mom bookclub meeting. So blessed to be journeying with these and the other beautiful Sisters in Christ! We are made for Community!5 years ago. Learning to cherish every moment of motherhood.I got to do chores this morning! So nice to be out “in the fields” with God.Grandpa had an appointment and he needed a driver. So the girls and I had a couple of hours to fill…we went and purchased bread at the Abbey and had a wonderful visit with Fr. Basil. Looking forward to him giving us a family tour this summer. I fondly remember my Mother and I spending a whole day with the brothers learning pottery, learning to stuff a goose, and eating a meal in silence with the monks, brothers, and Priests. Many graces showered on me that day and afterwards, one of my favorite memories with Mom.Grandpa’s friend painted him a Ukrainian Easter Egg. I’m pretty sure one of my Dad’s goals in life is to make friends of everyone he meets.Aesthetic Andrew picked up an Easter Lily.Thank you Robin! Looking forward to this read!What a bookmark Robin!
As Andrew was making the leek soup he explained to the children how the Israelites after being freed from slavery, wandered in the desert for 40 years and complained that they didn’t have leeks. So we’re going to eat some leek soup for supper.
The leased ram is going home.The inside crew had fun baking bread and making donuts for when the outside crew comes in from preparing for an upcoming storm.Mass done. Chores done. Stations of the Cross done. Time for Recreational Fun!ππ€ππ. All is well!Trumpet trio.
If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal. And if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast but do not have love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, [love] is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. If there are prophecies, they will be brought to nothing; if tongues, they will cease; if knowledge, it will be brought to nothing. For we know partially and we prophesy partially, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things. At present we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. At present I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known. So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love. -Corinthians
Invasion? Or welcoming the homeless? Hard to tell what our domestic geese and ducks are thinking.Methinks Invasion. Will be good if the marsh melts a bit and gives the geese somewhere to swim.Favorite book of the day!Rosy cheeked from gathering eggs.ππ₯Favorite page.
It’s that time of year! The ducks have begun laying eggs again. Are you able to differentiate between the duck and chicken egg? (Hint…duck eggs are generally bigger than chicken eggs.)
Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ on my right, Christ on my left, Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me, Christ in the eye that sees me, Christ in the ear that hears me.
βMay the best day of your past be the worst day of your future.β
βMay green be the grass you walk on, may blue be the skies above you, may pure be the joys that surround you, may true be the hearts that love you.β
βMay you have the hindsight to know where youβve been, the foresight to know where youβre going, and the insight to know when youβre going too far.β
βMay peace and plenty be the first to lift the latch to your door and Happiness be your guest today and evermore.β
We feel very blessed to have had Father Bruce Krebs attend our celebration supper and the Meyers.Safe asleep in Sadie’s arms.
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