Morning, muchachos. Yesterday was fun. The wife of one of my staffers collapsed on Sunday of a massive coronary and was dead by quarter after noon yesterday. So on top of feeling bad for him, briefing the team, and clearing his workload, I got to spend the afternoon assembling information about all the resources he's entitled to from the agency. Bloody depressing work, that.
sorry to hear that, prayers all around.
Thank you, Father Dean.
Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace!
That where there is hatred, I may bring love.
That where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness.
That where there is discord, I may bring harmony.
That where there is error, I may bring truth.
That where there is doubt, I may bring faith.
That where there is despair, I may bring hope.
That where there are shadows, I may bring light.
That where there is sadness, I may bring joy.
Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort, than to be comforted.
To understand, than to be understood.
To love, than to be loved.
For it is by self-forgetting that one finds.
It is by forgiving that one is forgiven.
It is by dying that one awakens to Eternal Life.
—Saint Francis of Assisi
