…Let us go the the house of the Lord
I think I’ve mentioned before that whenever we pass by the church around the corner Bella insists on stopping to visit. This afternoon when we went for a walk with granddad it was no different. As soon as she saw the church she started straining in her stroller, reaching, moaning, almost clawing to get out. “Hi, Jesus!” she said, again and again. We couldn’t get there fast enough for her, she was almost crying.
When we’d crossed the street and parked the stroller on the church’s patio area, I let her down and she made a beeline to the statue of Our Lady of Fatima. Granddad was nice enough to open the gate and let her approach the statue directly.
She opened and closed the gate, opened and closed the gate, opened and closed the gate, played with the flowers, and, of course, said hi to Mary. She might have called her Jesus, though. I’m not sure she distinguishes yet.
How lovely your dwelling, O LORD of hosts!
My soul yearns and pines for the courts of the LORD.
She sat down on the steps. Then stood up, then sat down. And so forth. She looked like she was making herself comfortable.
She had to stop and smell the flowers. And more flowers.
And she never wanted to leave. We finally had to pick her up, put her in the stroller, and let her scream as we rolled away. She was soon distracted, though, by other sights, other flowers.
However, when my dad took her for a walk after dinner tonight and they passed by the church, she had to stop again to say hi to Mary.
As the sparrow finds a home and the swallow a nest to settle her young,
My home is by your altars, LORD of hosts, my king and my God!
Happy are those who dwell in your house! They never cease to praise you.
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