A week or so ago, we showed up at Catechism (CCD) only to have our priest drive up right beside us. "Oh, no," one of my offspring groaned. "Confessions? Tonight? I haven't even had time to make a list." Usually towards the end of the fall catechism run, our priest comes to hear confessions from the kids enrolled, but there were still a few weeks left to go. Due to a scheduling conflict,. I think this was a last minute alteration to the schedule.
As we were driving home that evening, my child remarked that the 20 minutes or so standing in line waiting really hadn't been enough time to think about what he wanted to say. He must have conveyed this to the priest, though, because the priest told him not to worry - just to leave every thing else up to God. He seemed to be at peace with that. I noticed the peace. As we continued on, he volunteered that he had just mentioned the two things that had been bothering him the most.
I have no clue as to what these might be, but I asked if he had gotten any advice. He said about our priest's counsel, "He knew just the right thing to say." I find this to be true about our pastor in my experience, as well. He DOES know just what to say. Surely as much as the Holy Spirit working through him as his own wisdom and experience. I just think it is cool that one of my teenagers can see that, too.
Those are pictures taken of a sunrise one morning from school. I think I am there too early, if I can see the sun rise. To be fair, these were before we set the clocks back.
Above is a picture of my older son measuring things for his Eagle Scout Project. Just documenting that small minute in time.
A couple of pictures from Tuesday's District Cross Country meet. Neither did particularly well, but the weather was gorgeous, and it was a distraction for the afternoon.
Nothing earth-shattering. Just some little things.
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