Driving through my hometown

Since we sold our cottage last December I haven't had the need to drive through my hometown of Fenton. This afternoon I had to go to Linden (just past Fenton) to drop off something for my friend. I took the opportunity to drive by the cottage (nope; no regrets about selling it). I noticed right away that the driveway had grass growing all through the driveway. I remember stressing when it seemed impossible to keep up with as the grass kept growing through the little rocks. ;) This probably sounds crazy to you and... this little tidbit of information has absolutely nothing to do with this blog post, but for some reason I felt the need to get it down on paper. I struggle with perfectionism and it was a subtle little reminder to get a grip. Whew!

Anyway...

I also decided that since I don't drive through Fenton very often, I'd take the opportunity to stop by  St. John's Catholic Church and visit the cemetery. Every now and then, it feels like the first time I heard the news that I lost these family members. Seeing Vic's, Mom's and Dad's names written on the stones was surreal. I thought about how much I wished we had one for our brother, Dave. I know people do different things with their loved ones' ashes these days, but I must be old-fashioned; it just seems more real when I see their names, as well as the year they were born and the year they passed. It's getting more difficult to remember all of the dates.  When I looked at my parents' birthdates, I couldn't believe how young they were when they started having children. I cannot imagine starting a family as an 18-year-old. The older I get the more I appreciate how well our parents did parenting us when they were just kids themselves. 

A sweet girl in the rectory unlocked the doors of the main church for me so I could light some candles. I know it doesn't do anything to pray to people but for some reason when I walk in the doors of that church it feels right to pray to our family... and to Jesus for our family. I also know that lighting candles doesn't do anything (or does it?!), but I instantly felt a sense of Peace as I lit three of them. I lit them in honor of some family members going through some "stuff." I like how we pray for "special intentions." That's where you don't get specific, but the people who need prayer know the meaning. It's pretty nice for private people who don't feel comfortable sharing. 

It was a gorgeous afternoon. Since I just got home from vacation I had a ton of catching up to do, but it was nice to take a little time on my own to reflect on what is really important... first. I believe so much in the power of Prayer. I really don't know how people go through life not believing in God and His promises. I am so Grateful for my Faith and the family that God gave to me.

"For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name." ~Ephesians 3:14-15

I hope you take time out of your busy day to stop and smell the roses and to thank God for your many Blessings!
Love,
Angie