Sunday, March 1, 2026

Mondays Come Too Soon

It was just Friday and now it's Sunday night. Time flies. I'm sorry you didn't get to go to church. I know that you don't always like going, but Jesus and God and Mary and Joseph and all the Saints and the old ladies miss you.



When you become an adult. You'll be able to make your own decisions. While we'd like to control what you do because we think we know what's best for you, ultimately, there's only so much we can do. Until then, please trust and believe that we do everything for what we hope is good for you. May your foundation and moral compass be strong and guide your future. This we pray to The Lord. Lord, hear our prayers.

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