Merry Christmas

The last couple of months have turned out to be quite busy in this neck of the woods. Some of the kids are gearing up for the play they are in on Monday (Frosty). We are looking forward to our upcoming school fair. And as one might expect, getting ready for the Christmas season. Which brings me to my topic of discussion, or rather, rant.

I don't like to watch the news. I get what important info I need from my husband and my local newspaper. Therefore, I did not hear the stories about our president wanting to take Christ out of Christmas. I hear he wants to call the white house tree a"holiday" tree. WHAT!! I thought the whole reason for the season was in fact Christ. It's His birthday celebration. I do not know the details about this, but it makes me sad. So as I was driving in Morgan City, a town across the river from me, I noticed the very large "Merry Christmas" banner hanging over the bridge. I am so happy that I still live somewhere where He is still king.

So to all of you out there, Catholic and not, MERYY CHRISTmas!!!!! Go have your St. Nicholas parties, enjoy decorating your Jesse trees, light your Advent wreaths, have a great birthday celebration of our Lord incarnate!!!!

Me and Jesus found it

OK this is just a quick story about something that happened to us a few days ago.

My brother has been staying with us and working with my husband. He got paid one friday and cashed his check. He left the money in his pants pocket. The next morning, my oldest went and got his laundry to wash it for him. She didn' t check the pockets and washed and dried the cash. When he went to get his clothes out, his freshly washed and dried green was all over the dryer! He gathered up the money and began to count, it was $100 short! One bill, a 100 dollar bill, was missing. He really needed that money. We looked everywhere, in pockets of all the pants that made the cycle, in the washer, in the pipes leading out the dryer, in the filter, everywhere. No money. I told him about St. Anthony and said a prayer myself.

He had to leave for a few days to see his family, we continued the search. Then, the Sunday after mass, I was cleaning in the classroom when my 2 year old comes running in yelling "Mommy, mommy, me and Jesus found it." I asked her what, and in her tiny little hand was a crumpled $100 bill!!!! I said "how did you get this?" Her reply was simple and true, "me and Jesus found in the living room, mommy, we found Dean's money!"

Praise God!!! He used my little one.