Over eighteen
years ago, my dear cousin and her husband moved to Germany with the Air Force
for a three year tour. They invited us
to come visit. I longed to with our
boys. Unfortunately, we needed to buy a
house. Our little ones needed a
yard. We didn't have the money for
both. Thus, we missed our chance to see
Germany with family. I swore if they
ever went back that I would get there one way or another; thus, I was so
excited when they were sent back two years ago.
Now, I have dreamed of going to Europe most of my life. I remember when I was eight years old my uncle was stationed in the Army in Germany. I daydreamed about what it must be like. He sent me a German doll, chocolates, and coins. I still have the doll displayed in my bedroom.
Of course, last
year I was lucky enough to go to Scotland and England with my sister and a
friend, my first European adventure.
Part of me felt like another trip, just one year later, was excessive,
but like I stated earlier, I was determined to see Holly and the family. The financial conservative in myself would
normally regret the excessive travel, but the adventurer in me has no
qualms. In fact, I would love to go
again in May 2019. I won't, but I can
still dream.
This explains
the trip to Germany, but why the stop off in Paris? That is all due to my daughter. Since she was little, she has loved the great
artists: Leonard da Vinci, Vincent van Gogh, and Michelangelo. I have dreamed of taking her to the
Louvre. I have also fallen in love with
art myself and dreamed of seeing great works from history.
So, tingling
with excitement, we set out on a family adventure .
The first train
we took into the was quite colorful.
Our window
looked out onto the square. I liked to
watch the people the times I was actually in the room.
I have always
wanted to visit a church named after Saint Augustine or his mother Saint Monica. When I saw the Saint Augustine chapel not far
from the hotel, we went to look. What a
magnificent church! As we went down the
isle to look up at the alter, a priest stepped out of a room fully robed for
Mass. We followed him to the small
chapel. I love participating in a French
Mass. Lovely.
For years, I
have asked Saint Monica to pray with me for the problems I have with my
children. One problem in particular
hasn't become any better. I tried
lighting a candle and ask Augustine for intercessions, but the candle wouldn't
light. I became a little panicky. My dear husband joined me to fix the
candle. As always, we have to work as a
team. Saint Augustine, Jerry, and I
prayed together for my petition.
Madelle has always loved and felt close to Saint Joan of Arc. She lit a candle and said prayers.
Saint Augustine
Chapel, what a beauty.
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