One must wait until evening to see how splendid the day has been.
Will Rogers
sometimes I win, and sometimes I win BIG!
One of my favorite resources on-line is Lisa Hendey’s CatholicMom.com. I met Lisa many years ago at the first Catholic New Media Celebration in Atlanta. She was moderating the blogging panel and I thought, wow, is this woman really as nice as she seems to be?
Yes, she is.
Rumors of her diva-like qualities, rumors, I confess, perpetuated on Catholic Weekend and totally undeserved. She’s a peach. A pussycat. A sweetheart. A delightful…well, you get the picture.
Every once in a while she’ll have a contest over on her website. All you have to do is post a comment on a blogpost and voila! Through the magic of very complex algorithms that only Stephen Hawking or Data can understand, she draws a winner.
Cue this whimsical (and a little quirky, I’m not gonna lie) bobble-head of Mother Teresa!!!
I won this neat little kitschy conversation starter, and knew I had to share it with you. I think I’ll carry her around with me for a while, but I have this crazy idea that she could be a fun little Flat Stanley project, only, not flat, bobble-headed.
Whadya think? I’d be happy to send it to anyone wanting a picture with her. The catch is, you have to send me a picture, and you have to mail it to the next person requesting her bobble-headed grandeur. I’ll post the pictures here.
Oh, and you should commit to praying a rosary for the person who sent it to you. I mean, it is Mother Teresa, after all.
Discuss!
a random rose in winter
I have this rose bush with a mind of its own. It has survived abandonment, tramplings, storms, and most recently, the window guys who just pushed it aside and did terrible things to it with their scaffolding.
It’s taken a real licking, and keeps on ticking. Long after the other roses go dormant for the winter, this one makes it a point to give me one more bloom at an unexpected moment. You can see the deadheads in the picture — I gave up pruning it a while back, but there you have it, one more beautiful flower.
I always think it’s one last little nod from God, a little kiss, if you will, that lets me know things are going to get a little dark and bleak in winter, but look at what you have to look forward to in the spring.
I’ll take my hope where I can find it — it wasn’t a coincidence that we sang this in Mass today.
To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul,
My God, in you I trust.
psalm 25