Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.

I couldn’t watch the slide show at Aydan’s (our 12 year old friend who was killed in a tragic car accident) funeral. Every picture they posted of him as a little red headed boy just had me seeing the little red headed boy who calls me Mama.

So, I just clutched my rosary and prayed. But when the words wouldn’t come, I just repeated those three over and over. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Anytime I lack words, I know that he knows my heart. So I just say his name.

I just wanted to share in case you ever find yourself in a situation where this might be useful. He knows our prayers, even when we don’t.