If you read my brain dump last Wednesday, you might remember that there was an older lady in the Adoration chapel during my hour last week. I had to urge myself to give her the benefit of the doubt, because I was pretty sure she was shooting nasty looks in our direction.
Well. This week, in addition to the toddler, I had three of the four boys. And you know, they do the best they can, but they are not very contemplative yet. The same lady was there, and at the end of the hour she came up to me.
I was SURE, so sure, that she was going to tell me I needed to teach my children to be quieter in the chapel. Maybe she would encourage me to bring them back when they were bigger, but I was certain that some sort of rebuke was coming.
Do you know what she said?
I'm a little embarrassed to tell you what she said, because it could not have been any nicer. She said I had a beautiful family. She said I was doing a great job with them. She said it so kindly and so earnestly that I started to cry.
In fact I have tears in my eyes again, remembering. I am feeling like kind of a jerk about the way I misjudged her last week.
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