Need Prayer!


Just told my Mom about RCIA, she did not sound thrilled, but I did not have long to talk with her. Pray I have patience, wisdom and words! Despite the fact I am a grown man and married, with my own home, Mother can make me feel like a 5 year old. (I doubt I am alone, bless their hearts, LOTS of Moms can do this.):eek:


Yes, Mom’s sure can…Will pray for you and congrats on RCIA…God Bless…



Yes they do; I ****** have been on the giving AND receiving end of things :wink:

Your intentions will be in my prayers.
The Lord will open hearts…and give you strength and light.***

Eternal God, in whom mercy is endless and the treasury of compassion inexhaustible, look kindly upon us, and increase Your mercy in us, so that in difficult moments we might not despair, nor become despondent, but with great confidence, submit ourselves to Your Holy Will, which is Love and Mercy itself. Amen

God bless you +


How DO they do that!


Dear Lord, we praise and thank You for leading Glorfindel to Your holy Church. Strengthen him in this faith, and give him the grace and wisdom to defend his faith. In Jesus name we pray.


I’ll pray for you in my Rosary tonight.


Will Pray For You
Grandma Glor


Mothers have their dreams for their children, but I too found that ‘my boys’ took their own paths. They are loving of heart and well-intentioned…but like many parents, I shed tears over some of their choices. We mothers pray, and God takes our sons on their personal journeys, and we have to grow. I ask Jesus to help your mother deal with the painful fact that her dreams for you may not be God’s dreams for you. I ask Him to comfort her; and I celebrate, as I pray she will in time, that God is leading you into the Catholic Faith.

God bless you, Trishie


From today’s Liturgy of the Hours:

Psalm 89 (90)

Let the Lord’s glory shine upon us
Lord, you have been our refuge
from generation to generation.
Before the mountains were born,
before earth and heaven were conceived,
from all time to all time, you are God.

You turn men into dust,
you say to them “go back, children of men.”
A thousand years in your sight
are like yesterday, that has passed;
like a short watch in the night.

When you take them away, they will be nothing but a dream;
like the grass that sprouts in the morning:
in the morning it grows and flowers,
in the evening it withers and dries.

For we are made weak by your anger,
thrown into confusion by your wrath.
You have gazed upon our transgressions;
the light of your face illuminates our secrets.

All our days vanish in your anger,
we use up our years in a single breath.
Seventy years are what we have,
or eighty for the stronger ones;
and most of that is labour and sadness –
quickly they pass, and we are gone.
Who can comprehend the power of your wrath?
Who can behold the violence of your anger?
Teach us to reckon our days like this,
so that our hearts may be led at last to wisdom.

Turn to us, Lord, how long must we wait?
Let your servants call on you and be answered.
Fill us with your kindness in the morning,
and we shall rejoice and be glad all the days of our life.
Give us joy for as long as you afflicted us,
for all the years when we suffered.

Let your servants see your great works,
and let their children see your glory.
Let the glory of the Lord God be upon us:
make firm the work of your hands.
Make firm the work of your hands.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,
as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,
world without end.




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