I’ve been meaning to get back to the What I Wore Sunday link-up for a while now. So here’s what I wore to Mass today:
The dress is by Aryeh, but I found it at Goodwill. Nice to have a warm sweaterdress (or tunic) this time of year.
And here’s what I found in my purse mid-Mass: a sandwich baggie full of bacon, ’cause you never know. The sad thing is I can’t remember when I put it in my purse or exactly why.
Someone wasn’t happy until she got her own photo shoot:
Also, here are some crafts the girls and I made Saturday. I can’t believe I made crafts. I’m so not the type. But my kids are and, like the song says,
Love, love changes everything/ brings you glory/ brings you shame/
Love makes fools of everyone: all the rules we make are broken.
love will never ever let you be the same.
I was feeling quite poignant with the construction paper, googly eyes and glue. (I checked out this book at the library and it had some good Thanksgiving ideas.)
By the time I started on this guy, Girl 1 was like, “Um, that’s enough turkeys, Mom.” Girl can’t wait for Christmas.
In other news, recently I read Simcha Fisher’s A Sinner’s Guide to Natural Family Planning, which I recommend. I liked her description of finding God’s will for our lives:
. . . Oh blip. My Kindle’s dead, and I can’t find the quote on the internet.
Anyway, she wrote something about how life isn’t a maze where you get to a box at the end labeled “God’s Will” and you open it up to find either, “Good job” or “You failed.” Instead, it’s like a parent trying to dress a toddler, where there a few different shirts to choose from and the parent [God] says, “Okay, let’s find a way to make this work.”
It’s kind of out-there, right? Is this orthodox? Is this heresy?
So, in Magnificat this morning I read this quote from Pope Benedict XVI:
God does not have a fixed plan that he must carry out; on the contrary, he has many different ways of finding man and even of turning [man’s] wrong ways into right ways. . . . The feast of Christ the King is . . . a feast of those who know that they are in the hands of the one who writes straight on crooked lines.
Pretty nifty huh?
Happy Sunday evening, and best wishes for a good Thanksgiving week!