Thursday: A Day

Today was a very nice day that ended with a decided yuck! Details are not important. I prayed the rosary, dealt with the yuck, found I had the strength to deal with the situation and now am emotionally exhausted by my daily trials and tribulations with my niece. It would all be fine if she would just start treating me like a person worthy of speaking to, instead of like they dirt under her feet.

You see, I've not had children. I wasn't supposed to ever have to raise children, but hey, when your brother and ex sister in law are so fucked up they can't even run their own lives, then hey, ya' gotta do what ya' gotta do. What I have to do is continually turn to God and realize that I put up with the equivalent of a mountain of abuse, and then I will snap, have a fit, yell, and then cry while I say a rosary and feel like puke for having lost my cool.

After all, I'm only human. I think sometimes I forget to pray for myself. So, I'm asking anyone who reads this, all three of you, to pray for me at least once a day. I'm still a happy man, I am still in possession of the Joy that is mine by virtue of my salvation, as Thomas Aquinas put it.

Poetry time.
John Donne
A Litany

V.

THE VIRGIN MARY.

For that fair blessed mother-maid,
Whose flesh redeem'd us, that she-cherubin,
Which unlock'd paradise, and made
One claim for innocence, and disseizèd sin,
Whose womb was a strange heaven, for there
God clothed Himself, and grew,
Our zealous thanks we pour. As her deeds were
Our helps, so are her prayers ; nor can she sue
In vain, who hath such titles unto you.