Dirt Diver informed me on Sunday that he would be making his Fifth Holy Communion. How precious. To be fully aware of every single time you’ve received the Blessed Sacrament.
His First Holy Communion was just as precious.
He wanted a bow tie. So why not go all out with the tux, the price was the same as the miniature suit on eBay.
He worried. His teacher said if he made a funny face after receiving the Precious Blood he would be in trouble.
“Mom, can you just give me a taste of wine before, so I’ll know.” No.
The moment came. He made a funny face but his teacher didn’t see. He came back to the pew and whispered, “That tasted weird and I think it gave me a stomach ache.” Then a few prayerful moments later, in hushed exuberance with a beaming smile he said, “I just feel so excited.” And after another moment: “Mom, I just feel so excited.”
His excitement and reverence continue. I’m going to encourage him to keep counting the times he receives our Lord – Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity – and to experience each time fully. It’s a precious gift.
Maybe I’ll start counting from here on out too.
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Truly beautiful. I LOVE this. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
Thanks for reading, Brenda. We must be like little children, right?
I love this. What a great story and thanks so much for sharing. If we all could be that innocent and truthful again in our lives. The little ones have such great and untainted love. God Bless, SR
I agree.
The little ones teach us so much don’t they?