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Unexpected_Dawn
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My rosary is missing! :crying:
And I am totally lost and distraught! I’ve looked all over my apt., in my pockets, my purse, my bag, my car, at church… I don’t know how I could have lost it! I had just had it blessed by my priest a month or two ago, so I feel especially guilty for losing it. I guess I’m too careless to own a blessed object. :nope:
I’m so beside myself! I feel like–like I’ve been disarmed! Even when it wasn’t blessed, it got me through so many difficult times. It’s been such a constant part of my life. I always had it with me… which, looking back, probably was such a great idea.
I suppose I could have lost it at some other places where I went–restaurants. I guess I could call them and ask if anyone’s found it. For some reason, I feel really weird and uncomfortable about doing that… asking random places if anyone’s turned in a lost rosary. I shouldn’t be such a silly coward. I should be willing to get out of my shell for the sake of something I love and something I want back.
On the other hand, I tell myself there is no sense in making myself miserable. No good can come of it. I cheer myself up by thinking that maybe it has been found by someone who really needed it… maybe someone who was looking for a sign to restore their faith, their hope, their love of life and of God. Maybe my humble rosary is serving an even greater purpose.
I’m so confused. As usual, I don’t realize how important something is until I’ve lost it. sigh Sorry, I just needed to vent!
And I am totally lost and distraught! I’ve looked all over my apt., in my pockets, my purse, my bag, my car, at church… I don’t know how I could have lost it! I had just had it blessed by my priest a month or two ago, so I feel especially guilty for losing it. I guess I’m too careless to own a blessed object. :nope:
I’m so beside myself! I feel like–like I’ve been disarmed! Even when it wasn’t blessed, it got me through so many difficult times. It’s been such a constant part of my life. I always had it with me… which, looking back, probably was such a great idea.
I suppose I could have lost it at some other places where I went–restaurants. I guess I could call them and ask if anyone’s found it. For some reason, I feel really weird and uncomfortable about doing that… asking random places if anyone’s turned in a lost rosary. I shouldn’t be such a silly coward. I should be willing to get out of my shell for the sake of something I love and something I want back.
On the other hand, I tell myself there is no sense in making myself miserable. No good can come of it. I cheer myself up by thinking that maybe it has been found by someone who really needed it… maybe someone who was looking for a sign to restore their faith, their hope, their love of life and of God. Maybe my humble rosary is serving an even greater purpose.
I’m so confused. As usual, I don’t realize how important something is until I’ve lost it. sigh Sorry, I just needed to vent!