A Rainy Day, New Life, Church Bells and Praying for the Unborn

I have so much to share with all of you. Blessing #10, another grandchild, another sweet baby girl was born last week! March was full of blessings for our family.

Two baby girls were born just a couple of weeks apart! Two more grand-daughters for us to love! Let me tell you about the Saturday before Blessing #10 arrived.

It was a rainy day, kind of gloomy. The morning was cold. I headed to the court- yard (40 Days for Life was still going on) about 7:00 a.m. I arrived and two people were praying. I unlocked the door to the hallway and a sweet lady came inside to pray while the nice man stayed outside beneath the canopy to pray. I organized the prayer books and put out a new sign-up sheet. I read my daily devotionals and waited on the next person to arrive. My friend and fellow prayer warrior arrived and after a hug and a quick visit, I drove home and starting cooking a pot of beans that I had let soak over-night. My daughter called and asked if I was still at the court-yard, when I told her that no, I was home she told me that she and the girls were coming over. While I waited, I added seasoning to the beans and grated cheese for quesadillas. The girls arrived about noon. They were ready to eat! After lunch and some play time we all settled down to rest for a bit. My oldest grand-daughter was resting on the couch, covered up with a patch-work quilt my grandmother had made. My daughter was asleep on the smaller couch, her hand resting protectively over her stomach with Blessing #10 still nestled snug inside. I sat in the rocking chair holding my younger grand-daughter, rocking back and forth. I quietly sang the "Hail Mary" until my grand-daughter fell asleep. As I sat there, rocking back and forth, I felt so at peace. I thought about how blessed I am to have been adopted at birth, and to be able to share this Saturday afternoon with my daughter and three of my grand-daughters. The lights were out and the room was cool. All my girls were sound asleep. I could smell the aroma of simmering beans in the air. I thought about my husband and son who were working on the bells up in the bell tower at St. Boniface and said a prayer. It went something like this, "Dear Lord, please don't let them fall through the floor, down the stairs, or out of the windows. They are doing this out of the goodness of their hearts and because they love you so much, so please keep them safe. Amen." I rocked some more, holding my little one close, and prayed again, "Dear God, thank you for my blessings, my husband, my sons and their wives, and their children, my grandchildren. Thank you for my daughter, her husband, and their children, my grandchildren. Thank you for the gift of our lives. Thank you for this quiet moment, I love you so very much. Amen."

After a little while the girls woke up, and they headed back to their home. My husband arrived safely, and I asked him about being in the bell tower. He said something like, piece of cake and then grinned, because it wasn't! But that's him, he doesn't complain, he just does what needs to be done, and that is just one of the many reasons I love him so much! He also told me that they were having Eucharistic Adoration at the same time they were up in the bell tower. I just thought, how awesome is that? He said they probably prayed harder when they heard all the metal banging above their heads going on and I laughed! I told him that I hoped no "ugly" words were said, and he replied that no cussing had taken place, but there may have been some raised voices, to which I raised my eye-brows and kind of grinned! I asked if he wanted to ride with me to close up the courtyard and he said, "Not really," but he went with me anyway. The next day we both spent a lot of time at the courtyard, praying for the babies, praying for their mothers and their fathers. We prayed for families everywhere, and we thanked God for our many blessings. The 40 Days for Life campaign ended on Palm Sunday. Please continue to pray for the unborn and their families, they need our prayers. I'm going to close with something I wrote last summer.

"Gifts from heaven, Babies are
Gifts from God above
Protect them, Love them
Sing songs of joy
New life, New life
How precious they are!"

Originally posted on my blog April 1, 2015