It’s been a hard day…a day of worry and anxiety.  My dear daughter, Elizabeth, pregnant with our first grandson has been diagnosed with toxemia.  She’s more than 3 1/2 hours away.  My grandmother, who requires constant care and supervision, is staying with us for the next three weeks, so my ability to travel is greatly limited.

Today has been a tough day for Grandma, as well.  She is struggling constantly with the loss of her mobility.  Feelings of helplessness occasionally overwhelm her.  Some days are better than others.  Today, observing my distress over the health of my own child so very far away, Grandma became very sad, feeling that her presence was burdensome.  I tried very hard to convince her that we never consider her a burden, but she still struggles.

And then the sweetest thing happened.  Little Emily, age 5, kissed her great-grandmother goodnight.  She tiptoed over to the mantle, to the rosary-draped statue of our Lady and found her own, very small rosary.  She walked over to her great-grandmother and said:  “I’m going to pray for you, Grandma…because I love you…”

She went up the stairs, to the prie dieu in our classroom, and knelt in prayer.

I feel a bit better myself, now.  I’m reminded once again, that the answer to my anxiety and true comfort will only be found while on my knees…thank you, sweet Emily!

“…a little child shall lead them…”

Isaiah 11:1-10

**please keep Elizabeth in your prayers…tomorrow we should have more information regarding her condition…thankfully, HELLP has now been ruled out.  Her blood pressure remains dangerously high…