Fred is MUCH better-mostly thanks to Mrs. Curley's efforts. For several days now she has taken the lead in taking poor old Fred's temperature and administering the shots: not single-handedly, but none-the-less, WHAT A WOMAN! (Sarah Palin has nothing on her!)
All that notwithstanding, Fred is dead meat as soon as he is fully recovered and the meds have gone from his system.
One of my favorite songs (not for singing at Mass, but in community) is Lord of All Hopefullness:
Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy,
Whose trust, ever child-like, no cares could destroy,
Be there at our waking, and give us, we pray,
Your bliss in our hearts, Lord, at the break of the day.
Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith,
Whose strong hands were skilled at the plane and the lathe,
Be there at our labours, and give us, we pray,
Your strength in our hearts, Lord, at the noon of the day.
Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
Your hands swift to welcome, your arms to embrace,
Be there at our homing, and give us, we pray,
Your love in our hearts, Lord, at the eve of the day.
Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,
Whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm,
Be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray,
Your peace in our hearts, Lord, at the end of the day.
First heard this on the "Faith of our Fathers" CD some years ago. This song describes how we should pray or offer the day.
While, as a family, we have sung this song in the past here and there, we always need the book; but I printed a copy of the lyrics today, and we will begin learning it by heart when we are in the car travelling.
Oremus pro invicem!