I’m making a batch of “game day” chili for dinner today. And I’m missing a young friend of our family. She hasn’t been around lately to help me make the chili–a task she always enjoyed and volunteered to do.
She’s been held in my Pocket Rosary for months now–the “young family friend who could use as many prayers as possible.” I’m not in touch with her and have not been since I saw her last in October, so I have no reason to believe that she doesn’t still need those prayers.
So as I chopped the celery and onions, rinsed the beans, browned the meat, and added the spices, I prayed for my chili buddy. I’ll do so again every time I stir the chili.
May she find her way. And may God keep her safe.