All the Little Things

As I rock my grandson, and little ones play at my feet. I remember it’s the little things offered to God that melts His Heart and bestows grace upon us. Prayers offered up in haste as I fix breakfast, these are the prayers most filled with love. Kissing their sweet foreheads as they sit with grandma I realize I am kissing the sweet head of Christ. Praying the rosary as my little ones join me, every Hail Mary is sweet smelling incense offered to the Most Beautiful Mother of God. Knowing that my grandbabies love the Blessed Mother as I do is a taste of heaven on earth. As I finish the Rosary a praise of thanksgiving rises to the heavens for the gift God has bestowed on me in my grandchildren..Totus Tuus Maria

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